That didn’t mean anything. Enzo’d kidnapped me, of course I’d think about him. Anybody in my situation would do the same. I was disgusted and terrified.
Liar. You liked having his hands on you.
My head shook, denying the truth behind the voice’s taunts. Any warmth I felt was pure biology or survival instinct. It was a perfectly natural reaction. Right?
Drops fell from my eyes, rolling down my face and over my lips. Tainting my mouth with the salty taste of guilt.
‘I won’t have any sluts in this house, Kya.’
“I’m not a slut,” I whispered, tightening my hold around my legs as I dropped my head on my knees. “I’m not.”
The lamp beside the bed blinked on, shutting off my brain in a blinding flash. My head dropped further into my knees, eyes squeezed shut against the sudden onslaught of light. But it was the chastising tsk that made me stiffen.
“Look at the mess you’ve made, Pet.”
He was here. At least this time, he hadn’t been sitting in the room watching me. The sound of the door clicking shut told me that.
“You broke my favorite lamp. I should tan your ass.”
“Like you’d need an excuse,” I muttered while simultaneously telling myself to shut up.
Talking back probably wasn’t a good idea, but I hadn’t broken anything. I would’ve heard it fall. I didn’t need him pointing out a fake flaw, when I had plenty of real ones.
Enzo barked out a laugh, the deep chuckle reverberating through the room. “Touché, Pet.”
Pfft, Pet. Didn’t he care what my name was?
Of course he didn’t. Why would I even wonder that? He probably didn’t even care that my birthday was in a couple of days. I thought it was, anyway.
Was it?
My curiosity didn’t get to me until I heard soft clinks, which was when I lifted my head enough to peek over my knees. Something I shouldn’t have done. My captor looked good in a suit, all prim and proper. Today, however…
There was something to be said about the casual look of jeans and a simple shirt. Except they looked anything but causal on him.
The dark denim fabric hugged his firm thighs, while the white of his shirt brought out, not only the sparkle in his eyes, but the olive tone in his tanned complexion.
Two things immediately caught my attention. First, the shards of ceramic on the floor next to the blanket. And second, the Tribal tattoo winding down his left arm. Not hearing the lamp fall, I understood.
I was too busy trying to get away from hisstuff, to hear anything. How did I miss those lines of black twisting around his knuckles and through his fingers? Long sleeves didn’t cover hands. That was something I should’ve noticed.
Yet another way I failed.
Enzo squatted down and began picking up pieces of ceramic. I sat there, watching his fingers move, dropping piece after piece into his open palm.
Why wasn’t he angry, or frustrated? I broke something. Didn’t that make him mad? Mom would be furious, and Ralph...
Last summer, after doing a load of dishes, I’d tripped while carrying one of Mom’s vases into the living room. Ralph broke two of my fingers, so I’d remember to not carry things through the house with wet hands.
Enzo tipped his head, rolling his eyes my way. “If you have to use the washroom, I suggest you do it now.”
In response to his words, my bladder kicked me hard in the gut. I didn’t realize how badly I had to pee. Then again, I didn’t remember the last time I used the bathroom.
My now naked status was the only thing that stopped me from jumping up and making a mad dash for the facilities.
Enzo smirked when I ripped the sheet off the bed to cover myself. “No need to be modest, Pet.”
“I wouldn’t want you getting any improper ideas,” I snarled while tightly winding the fabric around my chest. How bad was it that this sheet felt better on my skin than any of my clothes did?
