I didn’t sleep.

Not even for a second.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the burn of Enzo’s lips on mine. I could still hear his voice echoing in my head.

“You belong to me. Body. Mind. Soul.”

The air in the massive bedroom felt suffocating. Golden candlelight flickered across the walls, throwing long shadows like they were watching me. Judging me. Taunting me.

I had kissed the devil.

Worse—I had felt something.

Revulsion twisted inside me. Not just toward Enzo—but toward myself.

The door opened with a slow creak, and I sat up immediately, spine straight, fists clenched beneath the silk sheets.

Enzo entered.

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