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Through the windshield, I see him rake a hand through his hair. He shoves my thong in his pocket before he yanks the door and slams it shut.

Just to piss him off even more, I cross one leg over the other, humming unperturbed as if nothing happened. The hem of the dress rises, exposing my thigh and he slams his palm on it, squeezing. It’s always a battle with us, but it’s epic when one of us raises the white flag for temporary peace.

When he removes it, I see his handprint, and I realize I’ll let this man mark me however he wants.

“Your cum will wash away. Just like your handprint.”

He jerks his chin, giving me a once-over. “Then I’ll get you something permanent.”

My attempt at riling him up failed, so I purse my lips.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Secretly, I hope he does because seeing his name on me made me feel even closer to him. I must truly be deranged.

The short drive home passes with me being a nervous wreck, not knowing what he’ll do, and him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Wait for me in my bed,” he commands.

“No.”

“I’ll drag you there myself then.”

I stomp out, slamming the car door shut. On shaky legs, I walk inside and come face to face with Kill.

The best way to get over your fears is to face them. At least this is the shit I’ve read.

“Okay, Kill. If you bite me, I am going to kill you.”

He cocks his head, eyeing me curiously. I think food will work, and hopefully, in his mind, his kibble looks more appetizing than my bones.

Putting it in his bowl, I crouch down, every muscle throbbing with the reminder of Enzo’s taking me.

“Your master is a brute. A savage brute. You’re not like him, are you?”

But again, he’s my brute. I tamed him, so maybe I can do the same with Kill.

I wait for the dog to finish, then I slowly move my hand toward him. My heart lodges in my throat and a shiver runs down my spine, making me all jittery.

It seems like forever until I reach his head, and he leans further into my touch. I smile brightly, thinking how pissed Enzo will be when he sees I made peace with his beast.

Seems only fair.

“Tonight, I am too exhausted not to obey your brute of a master. Any idea what he’ll do?”

I can’t believe I am talking to a dog. What do I think will happen? He’ll tell me how to get myself out of this mess?

Sighing, I take the road I’ve been down before, paved with wishes and dreams. At the end, I’ll find them butchered at my feet. One step at a time, I take the path to my destruction.

In his room, I see he has both a shower stall and a bathtub. Hooking my thumb at each strap, the dress falls down my body just like my belief this night will turn out any other way than with me marked for good.

Inside the bathroom, I turn on the water and spot bath oil. I pour a generous amount and slip in, closing my eyes and letting the water soothe me.

I hear Enzo enter, but I don’t open my eyes until I feel his nearness, awakening my instinct to seek his eyes that are perusing the length of my body. My thigh is exposed as I have one knee bent and my nipples poke through the bubbles at his presence alone.

Standing up, I want him to see me in all my naked glory—the body he can’t refuse, the connection he can’t deny, the woman he can’t hate nor kill even if he wants to.

Snagging a towel, I wrap it around myself.