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I enjoy spending time with her, and we’ve become very close. Being attuned to my feminine energy and sharing that with another woman, energizes me.

When I enter the house, Kill is waiting to greet me. He sniffs the contents of my bags before I rummage through my purse, handing him a treat.

“Good boy.”

“Yeah, spoil him some more. He’s more domesticated than a fucking poodle,” Enzo complains.

Oh yeah, he’s in a mood, just like I knew he would be.

Ignoring him, because I want him enraged tonight, I wait for Kill to finish his snack and show him the new ball I boughthim. I make sure to give the dog all my attention before I throw the ball into the kitchen. He takes off, immediately returning it.

I don’t even get to blink before Enzo pushes my chest against the bar, my palms slapping against the hard surface.

“Am I fucking invisible?” he asks, nipping along my neck that has wetness pooling between my legs.

“What do you want? My pussy, my ass, my mouth, all three?” My voice breaks while my resolve hardens.

He loosens his grip on me and takes a step back.

“I am to be at your service, right?”

“You don’t seem to mind. How many fucking times do you come?” he snaps.

“It’s irrelevant,” I snap back.

“More than you can count before you pass out,” he snickers. As if it’s my fault he loves to make me come again and again.

“Had enough of me already, Enzo?”

This is my greatest fear. While this limbo is agonizing, at least it offers me some notion of security. I am shaky on my feet while hope steels my spine. Our love will prevail—bigger than his ego and hurt, overshadowing my mistake. I need him to give us a second chance, to admit he hasn’t stopped loving me.

He stabs a finger in his chest. “I will never fucking have enough of you, you witch. You’re the poison I keep chugging down as if it’s holy water that can save my sin riddled body.”

“Who am I to you?” I ask, emotions overspilling, drowning us in this endless sea of agony.

“Turn around.”

I do, hoping he will give me something I can grasp and hold on to when he tries to pry me out of his chest. I wait with a bated breath for him to return with a Sharpie. They’re spread all over the house as we’ve fucked all over the place.

He lifts my skirt, his touch leaving a fiery need only he can make bearable.

The point digs into my skin as he writes something, and when he takes a step to the side, disappointment floods me. Witch. Enzo’switch.

No woman, no love, no wife, no partner, no mother of his children. I’d rather he electrocute me then give him another piece of myself that he can discard as a ploy.

I’ve been his slut, his good girl, his property, and more. But I can’t do it any longer if he doesn’t give me what I deserve.

Silence stretches with a heavy tension that coils around us, trapping us in this vicious cycle.

“I love you,” I say, just in time for tears to gather in my eyes.

A butchered sound rocks his chest. “Never fucking say that again.”

I smile brokenly, not hiding my disappointment and torment.

“I’ve turned into a toy for you to use whenever you fucking want. You can punish me for loving you, but I won’t stop,” I say, tears cascading down my cheeks.

I don’t brush them away so he can truly see me—open, vulnerable, raw. If I didn’t know how his love feels, I wouldn’t have taken this side of him, hoping for my man to reveal himself.