Dorian looked deep into my eyes, mesmerising me with his alluring look.
The air in the studio was thick, heavy with the scent of turpentine and the raw, metallic tang of fresh paint. I couldn't look away from the canvases, but I could feel Dorian’s gaze burning a hole through me, hotter than any pigment he’d ever mixed.
He didn't ask… he didn't wait either,rather he stepped into my space, eliminating the distance until his chest was flush against mine and the wild rhythm of his heart beating through his clothes.
"You see it," he rasped with his voice scraping against the silence.
Before I could answer, his mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn't just a kiss but was a f*****g invasion. My stepdad’s lips were demanding, his tongue thrusting deep, claiming the air from my lungs. I tasted the b
