f**k, that kiss.
That kiss was everything.
Passionate.
Gut-turning.
Toe-curling.
Explosions firing.
I never wanted the kiss to end. I was completely lost in the moment. I forgot about everything.
The pain.
The heartache.
The game.
Everything.
I forgot it all.
Nothing has ever consumed me as much as kissing Enzo did—until he dumped us in the water.
And then the hatred returned, more powerful than ever. Like I was baptized in the water and came up new. The lust vanished, replaced fully with the hate—and the need to destroy this man that has been the cause of every bad thing in my life.
Enzo is a monster. Not just to men who deserve it. He’s the devil through and through. I never met his father, but Enzo is just like him if his father is as bad as everyone says.
