Davina's POV

His hands slid down my back and, a second later, I heard the fabric of my cotton blouse rip. Gasping, I pulled away, but he’d already thrown it to the floor beside our feet.

His eyes pierced mine. It felt like a challenge. He was waiting for me to stop him. Daring me to. But I wasn’t about to back out this time. I had spent too much of my life avoiding the things I craved the most.

Somehow, without realizing it, I had turned into my father.

Without looking away, he unbuttoned ...