“I don’t know,” I tell him quietly.
“Mentirosa,” he playfully accuses with a laugh.
“Let’s just get this over with,” I snap at him as I lower myself onto my back.
Enzo’s smile instantly disappears as he moves to hover over me and looks me in the eyes. I can see the sinister symphony beginning to dance in them, and when he roughly shoves my legs apart, I pray for the strength that I know I’m going to need.
“On your back. Just like the whore I always knew you were. But so you know? I never wanted you, Tati. I’m taking you because you’re in front of me,” he whispers dangerously, his lips inches from mine. “And when I’m done with you, I’ll have Ana Sofia eventually.”
My eyes narrow in anger and shock as he clamps a hand over my mouth and roughly shoves his cock into me.
Tick, tock, little sister,I think as bitter tears begin to roll down my face.