Page 34 of Call You Mine

I’d like to say it had nothing to do with the fact that Damon was the best sex I ever had. Nor was it he knew exactly what I needed and how to deliver it. After all, before him I hadLuke and a few others to keep me busy, though none of them compared to the daunting Dragon.

Damon was who I saw in every one of my fantasies. The moment I closed my eyes and brought my fingers to my pussy, he was who I’d picture touching me and bringing me pleasure.

But he wasn’t here, and he wouldn’t come to save me.

It took three of Enzo’s men who were in the room with us to bring the man to his feet. They sat him in the empty metal chair tying his hands behind his back to secure him. Not that the asshole could escape. He was hardly alive. His head hung low, his mouth dripping blood, but I could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest. I could hear the soft whimpering of a man in agony.

The chair creaked as Enzo drifted behind me, his right hand coming to rest on his lower stomach. Enzo’s finger dug into my flesh, holding me in place as his free hand gripped my chin with force. “Look him in the eye mi tesoro, look at him as I slice his throat for daring to touch what belongs to me.”

I scoffed, not purposefully but if I’m being honest, I don’t think I really tried to hide my disinterest. Enzo responded by pressing his cock against my ass so I could feel how hard this was making him.

Bile rose inside me. I wanted to puke. I wanted to cry, and scream but I knew it was no use. He’d make me sit here and watch just like he did every time.

Not only did Enzo murder every man that dared to look my way and make the mistake of touching me or getting too close for comfort, he always forced me to watch only to clean up the mess when he finished.

I’d become desensitized to the smell of blood. It took three times for the sight to no longer make me queasy. The first time I vomited for a week straight. Every time I closed my eyes it was as if it was happening in front of me all over again. After thethird time, I held it back, the bile burning as I pushed it down my throat refusing to let him see me fall apart.

He enjoyed it, thrilled by the sight of me sick to my stomach.

“Get it over with Enzo,” I spit out at him, instantly regretting it. The hand gripping my chin spun me around faster than I could react while the one wrapped around my waist came crashing into me. The slap was loud, and it stung like hell but I didn’t let him see how much pain I was in. He’d only do it harder if I did.

So instead, I fell to my knees, doing what I always did the moment I stepped out of line and forgot my place. With my hands on the cold, dirty floor beneath us, I lowered onto all fours and kissed his feet, silently begging his forgiveness for my rebuttal.

His fingers found the top of my head, twisting into my hair and pulling my head back to look up at him. With gentle strokes he caressed my cheek, petting me like you would a dog.

“You’re lucky you're beautiful, Snow,” he muttered as I closed my eyes, just before the gunshot rang behind me.

I awake in a cold sweat,dry heaving as I sit up to catch my breath, my palms trembling and bile churning in my stomach. Unable to take it I get up and rush to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet before falling back against the cold marble.

The nightmare I was relieving felt so real I almost thought I’d find Enzo standing before me when I opened my eyes. It’s supposed to be impossible. I saw him lying lifeless at my feet yet now he’s back, messaging me from his phone.

It can’t be true. It has to be someone playing a sick fucking joke on me. One of his guys must have found out what I did and is trying to scare me.

My hand comes up to my cheek, the dream so real I can practically feel my skin burning underneath my palm the way it had that night. Slowly getting to my feet, I head straight into the shower, undressing as I reach for the plug to shut the drain in the tub. I open the faucet of hot water, just slightly turning on the cold, letting the water pool at my feet.

Climbing in, I lower myself and lie my head back against the cool porcelain as the water rises, filling up around me. I need a distraction, something to take my mind off the fear of Enzo being alive. Of coming after me.

I allow my mind to latch onto something else to rid me of these terrifying thoughts and find the one thing which brings me pleasure.

It’s been two days since I sat across from Damon in his office and signed along the dotted line to be his. Though only on paper, the idea of being his again is making me feel a way I never imagined feeling with him.

Especially after letting him touch me again, allowing him an innocent taste of what he claimed he didn’t want. I nearly lost my shit after coming for the smug bastard and hearing him say I was his. The nerve he had to touch me that way and make me orgasm one second, then push me away the next saying nothing can happen between us.

Yet here I am, sitting in a tub full of water thinking only about him as I try to erase the torture of my past.How can I be getting myself into this mess when Enzo may still lurk in the shadows?If he tries to come after me and finds me with Damon, he’ll kill him without so much as blinking.

I can’t let that happen, yet I'm too selfish to end this arrangement before it’s even begun.

Stepping out of the bath an hour later, I ruffle back and forth through my newly restocked closet, unable to choose what to wear for our first official outing as a couple.

I’ll admit after my initial wallowing in self-pity, I spent a little longer on my personal grooming than I’d care to admit. It’s been almost a year since my last laser hair removal appointment and I needed a little upkeep especially since I’ve been with Damon for a week and he’s touched me three times in seven days.

Right before I lay down to bed last night, I received a text from my mother. I almost didn’t open it, afraid it was Enzo once again texting me since I’d failed to respond to his threats. But when I saw a different number appear, I opened the message realizing it was Willa who was making the threats this time around.

I knew it was coming. She wouldn’t risk showing up and once again disappearing without getting what she wanted from me.

Taking a break from tearing apart my closet I sit back on the bed and pick up my phone from the charging port on the nightstand. I unlock my phone and reread her text.

Willa: Lunch today at Saint & Second at 1pm. I’d love to get to know your new beau.

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