Tiana
“Don’t play dumb, Tiana. It doesn’t suit you.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck.
“Slipping isn’t pressing yourself against a wall and touching yourself while staring at me through a crack in the door. Slipping isn’t recording it. Slipping isn’t looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”
“I wasn’t doing any of that!” I lied, crossing my arms over my chest, chin lifted high.
“You have a very… vivid imagination, stepdaddy. Maybe you’re the one with the dirty mind, projecting things onto me because you’re bored.”
He chuckled. A low, rough sound that vibrated right through me. He reached up, fingers brushing lightly down my jaw, over my throat, resting just above my collarbone.
“You think you invented lying?” He murmured. “You think I don’t know exactly what
