“Let’s just play,” I say.
He nods.
“Ladies first.”
I let my mind still as I think of my lies. I should try to appear sexy, use my body to try and distract him, although he only seems attracted to my injuries because he thinks about how much enjoyment he’d get from breaking me again.
I clear my throat and focus. I want to win. I want my answers. And he won’t give me much truth in what he reveals about himself.
“I never want to be touched.
“I enjoy sleeping on the floor.
“I want to fuck you.”
His throat growls when I say the last one. His body monitoring mine as if searching for some hint of truth to any of my words, relaxing after seemingly finding what he was looking for.
“My turn,” he says.
I nod.
“I’m never letting you go.
“I hate that I let another man hurt you.
“You were taken for six years, not three.”
I gasp.
He looks pained—like every word he spoke was fire from his mouth.
Suddenly, my truths and lies no longer matter. Because all I can focus on are Enzo’s. I was taken for six years, not three. How is that possible? It can’t be true, can it? It has to be a lie, but then why would it hurt Enzo so much to say it?
I’m never letting you go is obviously true. He’s told me as much before.
And he’s also implied that he hates the scars on my body. That he wasn’t the one to cause them, because he’s a fucking sadist as well as a cruel bastard.
Six years…
I lost three years more than I thought.
Three whole years.
Fuck.
What else was I wrong about?
I ticked off the time in my head so clearly, but I remembered wrong. Did I block it out? What else don’t I remember? What did I get wrong?
I can’t speak, but thankfully Enzo can.
“The third one is your truth, the rest are lies.”
He doesn’t call me out. He doesn’t prolong the inevitable. He doesn’t say why he believes that to be true. Or even brag that even though he’s my captor, I still want to fuck him.
Just because I want to doesn’t mean I will ever act on it. It’s just lust after a hot man. Because two-seconds after I want him, I remember all he’s done, and I go back to hating him.
“Your turn, Kai.”