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If you don’t come, I’ll find someone else.

What a stupid text.

I killed the engine and climbed out, slamming the door. My head spun with images I didn’t want. Dominic touching someone else. It made me want to rip my own skin off.

I shoved the key into the lock, flinging the door open. He stood in the living room, arms crossed, like he hadn’t thrown a grenade into my chest. I stalked toward him.

“Why did you text me that?”

He sneered. “You’ve been dodging me all day, and now you want to play jealous boyfriend?”

“I’m dodging you because every time I see you, I want to break something.”

He smiled. “And yet, here you are.”

I slammed him against the wall, my forearm pressing into his chest. He let me, his dark eyes gleaming.

“You think this is funny? Dragging me here with that shit?”

“Worked, didn’t it?”

I grabbed the knife from my side, the blade flashing as I pressed it to his throat. His pulse beat steadily against the steel, and the bastard didn’t even flinch. He smirked, like I gave him exactly what he wanted.

“Have you been with someone else?”

His eyes softened. “No.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I haven’t been with anyone except you, and I don’t want to be.”

My grip tightened on the knife. “If you screw around, I swear to God, I’ll kill him. I’ll kill your lover right in front of you. Then I’ll fuck you over his corpse.”

His lips twitched. “Kinky.”

“You get off on hurting me, don’t you?”

Dominic’s smirk faltered. “Don’t act like you’re innocent, Luca. You hurt me too. You push me away, you run, you act like I don’t matter. You don’t think that hurts?”

My chest tightened. “You sent that text.”

“I can only take so much,” he shot back.

A tremor went through my hand. The knife pressed too hard against his neck, and crimson bloomed in a thin line.

I froze.

I yanked the blade back, hatingmyself.The knife clattered to the floor. I grabbed his shirt, fists twisting in the fabric.

“Why do you do this to me?”

Dominic’s lips curled. “Do what? Make you feel something?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I just need it to stop.”

Dominic’s hands lifted, settling on my wrists. “What exactly are you trying to stop?”

I couldn’t force the words past the knot in my throat.