Chapter 7
Sophia’s pov
“Why are you not wearing a bra?” Voss murmured again, his voice low and rough like gravel as his eyes stayed locked on my chest where my hard dark n*****s poked obvious and stiff against the sheer white gown.
I glanced quickly toward the kitchen where Mom had disappeared, her voice still chatting away on the phone, then I stepped closer to him and hissed under my breath, keeping it quiet but sharp enough to cut.
“Keep quiet, what the hell is happening here Doctor Voss. How the f**k are you standing in my house right now calling yourself my new dad. This can’t be real. You had your fingers rubbing my soaked p***y earlier and now you’re moving in as my stepfather. What kind of twisted s**t is this?”
He didn’t pull back instead he stayed right there towering over
