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I lean over her, taking the seat belt and clicking it on. I tug at it to secure it, and I know it cuts into her neck when I do. She winces, a drop of blood seeps over the black fabric staining it a darker color, but she doesn’t make a sound.

I cup her pussy in my palm, my thumb pushing against her clit once last time. “Sure, you wanna keep secrets, Princess? Wanna be a big girl and handle shit all on your own? Then be my fucking guest. I sure hope you can make yourself come on your own as well, cause unless you trust me and start answering my questions when I ask them, you’re going to be in charge of giving yourself orgasms too.”

Chapter Twelve

WYNTER

2124173422: Do you miss me yet, Snow? Cause there isn’t a day I don’t think about you, carina.

2124173422: I bet you think about me too.

2124173422: Maybe not in the same context, but I’m there. I’m in your mind before you lay your pretty little head on the pillow. I’m in your daydreams as you lie awake. I’m in your nightmares while you sleep.

2124173422: Tell me, carina. Whose bed are you keeping warm tonight? - XOXO E

Bile rises in my throat once more when I reread the messages he sent for the hundredth time tonight.

There’s no doubt in my mind it’s him. The vile way he called me carina, which to anyone else would be a term of endearment but to me was nothing more than a reminder I was his possession. It was his way of reminding me I was a captivein his world, where he ruled above all, including me. The most terrifying thing about it, his kindness would nearly make me forget how wicked and dangerous he could be.

It's been twelve hours since Damon and I got back from that horrifying lunch with Willa and Ace. Twelve hours since he had his fingers buried deep inside me as I came with his name on my lips. I almost had him right where I wanted him.

After the way he defended me in front of Willa and confronted my brother, claiming me as his to protect, I fell harder than I thought possible. And I kept falling with every kiss, every touch, until it disappeared faster than it came.

Until Enzo happened. A harsh reminder that I would never be rid of the devil. Whether it is his ghost haunting me, or someone in his circle who’s discovered what I’ve done. When you aim for the devil, you should never miss. And I’m thinking I did.

As I read the messages coming in I froze, panic building up inside me at the thought of him coming after me, of him finding me by Damon’s side. He’d already threatened him once. If he had any inkling that I came back to Hillcrest—back to him—Enzo wouldn’t hesitate to send another message. This time, more final.

Though, when Damon demanded I tell him the truth, I couldn’t. I can’t put him in danger even if it means having to lie to him about everything. It’s the one thing he can’t stand, lies. But it’s what I might have to keep doing to make sure he’s safe.

Safe from Enzo, from Willa, from me. Even if it kills me inside.

Damon swore he would touch me again unless I confessed the secrets I’ve been hiding, but deep down he knows I can’t do that.

Just as much as I know he won’t be able to hold back.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

For two daysI contemplated how I would approach the dilemma at hand. It wasn’t hard to do since Damon was nowhere to be found. I found myself alone in his mansion, talking to the walls and dining with the voices in my head. That part wasn’t very different from what I’ve grown used to. He’d texted me once, the first night saying something about spending the night at one property Kingsman owned as he needed to oversee some emergency renovations.

I knew it was a bullshit excuse. In reality he was avoiding me, and it's been slowly killing me. Which brings me to my plan.

I came up with it on my own after going downtown to one of my favorite boutiques and running into the shop owner's wife, a freelance photographer who specializes in boudoir photoshoots. Kara had specifically been working on photoshoots for a marketing campaign of her wife’s new line of high-end lingerie. She approached me, having recognized me from some earlier shoots I did for her mentor, David Saks. David and I worked together during my short-lived career as a model a few years ago, and previously he’d worked with Willa during her time modeling.

It had been years since I’d seen him but apparently he always spoke highly of me when discussing previous models he’s worked with.

It was Kismet, running into Kara who was in search of a new model for the campaign. Someone who could showcase the elegant luxury ofProvocateur,and according to David, I wasn’t a pretentious diva who was, and I quote, hard to work with.

I was hesitant at first, having been years since I was last in front of a camera and the small little detail that I am tryingto stay under the radar, but when Kara explained the timeline of the campaign, I knew it would work. The photos won’t be released until September, when Liza will host a show during New York Fashion week. Besides, I could use the extra money to keep myself from digging into my current bank account. Who knows if I’ll need to skip town soon with Enzo’s ghost lurking over me.

So far his threats have remained behind the screen, but knowing him, he doesn’t take well to be ignored. And there is no way I’m replying or even entertaining his little games.

After a brief conversation to go over the campaign, I agreed to a practice shoot to get my feet back into modeling since it’s been so long. Though I had one condition. I told Kara I’d need her to take a few extra photos for a plan of my own I need to see through.

A man, no matter how in control, could never resist a woman in sexy lingerie. And I needed these photos to bring mine to his knees.

“Just like that, Wyn. Give me a little wink over your shoulder and pop your hip a little to the left,” Kara calls out to me as we work in her studio. Conveniently,Bella Boudoiris located right aboveLiza’s Boutique.

We’ve been working for almost two hours, and I’ve tried on at least six of the most sensual and exquisite pieces of lingerie I’ve ever seen. Intricate designs, delicate and luxurious fabrics, and an equal amount of sex and modesty, a bit for everyone's tastes. Liza’s an incredible designer, each piece I’ve seen, clearly had a lot of thought and hard work put into it.

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