Vanessa

Enzo pulled his hand from between my legs, but my body remained rigid. With a grin on his face, he brought his finger up to his nose, inhaling deeply. I fought to keep myself from gagging at the sight. 

    “You will marry me, Vanessa. You will give me what I’ve always wanted, and that’s you on your knees at my feet…every goddamn day for the rest of your life.” 

    More chills wracked my body. I felt physically ill, the need to vomit almost uncontrollable.  

    “I’ll do no such thing, Enzo. There is no way in hell you can make me marry you.” 

    “Oh, I can.” He pulled his phone...