“Turn around,” he said again-soft, but sharper this time.
I forced myself to turn.
Slowly, my breath caught when I faced him.
He was closer than I expected. Too close.
His eyes moved over me, not rushed, not shy- slow and sure, like he had every right to look.
My skin prickled under the stare, heat and fear mixing until I couldn’t tell them apart.
His gaze stopped at my throat. Then lower my cleavage.
I crossed my arms without thinking, but he lifted a brow just a small movement, but it felt like a warning.
My arms dropped.
I hated that they did..
Damian took another step. No sound. No rush. Just control. Always control.
I could feel the heat coming off him now, warm and steady, like fire behind glass. His eyes met mine.
“Too tight?” He asked, his voice low.
I didn’t know
