Owned By The Enemy

., after staring at the ceiling for hours, wondering if the man who hau

me, and Domini

t smelled faintly of cedarwood and something darke

w disappoint

his button-down shirt brushing her thighs. Her body still felt too warm, too aware-lik

him in t

e. The early sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding th

he doorway, sudden

ry. His eyes flicked over her-his shirt on her

said, his voice l

come back

nk it was a

y n

stare steady. "Because if I came

tween them. Her

ugs. When he slid one toward her, their finge

ate he'd prepared. Toast, eggs, and a small bowl

d at him,

remem

st sat down at the counter, p

mpty. It was the kind of silence that hummed with unspok

him and wrapped her fingers around

y. "You drag me into this world of yours, make me feel like a pri

's jaw

now what the hell

t what she

you here out of anger. I wanted answers. Maybe even revenge. But then

allowe

, Dominic? What do

aring their way out of him. "I want you to hate

ssion stu

hed into his pocket and pulled ou

as h

ell apart. The one he gave her under

it?" she

er sto

flipping it open to reveal the tiny photo of t

tears rise fast

hated me," sh

doesn't erase history. And it s

ower and sharp edges. She saw the boy she'd once kissed unde

ly and walked a

c didn

ising and falling as she cam

a hand on

e same girl

t the s

s were inc

p pretending we ar

. Their lips met like old friends unsur

id to the back of her neck and pulled he

e pulled

ssy. Hea

for you again,

hed a thumb

ever s