It was supposed to feel like punishment.
The s*x was supposed to make him feel regret and pain.
Instead, it brought us closer into a connection I still don’t understand.
It was meant to be only one time. Hurt him and heal myself—that’s all.
But then I let him f**k me again.
And his words promised another f**k later if I’m willing.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Enzo wasn’t supposed to care for me after he f****d me.
He was supposed to hurt me and make me hate him even more.
Instead, it’s hard to look at him as anything but my protector. But tomorrow no matter what he wants, that ends. He can’t protect me and beat me.
The games start tomorrow.
Everything up to this point has been playtime.
Now it’s serious.
I have twenty-four-hours to prepare for a battle I don’t
