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I brush my fingers along the side of her face, preparing to give her some truth. A truth she’ll need to face one day or another. May as well be today.

“Maybe you should take some time to figure out who you were when I took you, because I don’t think you know.”

Chapter Forty-Four

Jordan

I walk back to my room with my tail between my legs.

I went into his office with a plan. A plan I was determined to go through with because I decided to circle back to using my body.

Yeah, that’s totally why.

It had nothing to do with me thinking about his dick since I massaged his body. Okay, I was thinking about him well before that, but it has nothing to do with that. I would never ignore morals for sex. At least, that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself, because I’m pretty sure that’s a bald-faced lie.

But now, I’m sulking.

I went into Enzo’s office to suck his dick and walked out with a reality check instead.

Who was I when he took me? I was me. I am me. Jordan Delise. Daughter of Matteo Delise. What else is there to know?

And why in the hell does he care? I was there on my knees for him. Offering my mouth for him to use. He had his dick on my tongue, in the back of my throat, and he just stopped? Who does that?

Who the hell does that?

My husband, ladies and gentlemen, that’s who.

So now, not only am I sexually frustrated, I’m mentally frustrated too because I don’t know what the hell he means by figuring out who I am. Or who I was. Or whatever it was he said, because now I’m not sure about that either.

I plop down on my bed and pick up my cell phone. I’m not letting this go.

I send Enzo a text.

Me: Most men would have accepted the blow job.

Vincenzo: Most men are simple-minded.

Me: And you’re not?

Vincenzo: Do you think I am?

I know he isn’t. He never has been. He’s always been interesting. Always caught my eye. I remember all the times he was at the house. The way he’d talk with my father, and they’d share stories. He’d tell them so well. Vincenzo is charismatic. He’s funny. He’s smart. He’s so many things I’ve refused to think about because that was before he took me, and how could that man be the same one forcing me to stay here?

The same way the man who raised you and gave you everything you ever wanted is the same who sold you off like a prized pig.

Everyone has their secrets, I guess. Maybe I’m the fool for being honest and true to who I am and expecting others to do the same.

Me: Honestly?

Vincenzo: I always want you to be honest.

Me: No. I don’t think you’re simple-minded. In fact, I know you aren’t.

Vincenzo: Good.

Vincenzo: Are you still thinking about my cock?

I groan when I read his text. Did he send me to my room to torture me? Does he want me to suffer? He can’t possibly know how badly I want him. I’ve done nothing but show him the opposite. Except for tonight, that is.