Damian’s POV~
I hid behind the morning paper, but the words were just black blurs on a white page, swimming before my eyes like meaningless insects.
Across the rim of the newsprint, I watched her walk in. Skylar. My step-daughter. The girl I was legally bound to protect, to raise, to steer toward a good life.
She looked like sin wrapped in that cheap cotton. Those flimsy shorts, flimsy enough that I could see the shadow of the cleft of her ass when she moved, and that loose t-shirt that gaped at the neck, showing the delicate curve of her collarbone.
It was a mockery of modesty. It didn't hide the curve of her hips or the way her n*****s were already hardening into tight, desperate peaks under the fabric in the cool morning air.
I’m her father, I told myself, gripping the paper until
