DOMENICO
I didn’t understand myself. I shouldn’t have been this angry. Not at her. Not really. And yet, the sight of her earlier, teasing, careless, daring… it had ignited something dark inside me. Something I couldn’t control.
It wasn’t about the bar, or the dancing with some random boy anymore. That was just the spark. No, what really set me off was the knowledge that she had touched herself to the thought of Paolo, even after everything we had done together.
If I hadn't decided to go back there, to make peace with her before going to bed, she'd have gone naked, f**k her p***y with her fingers and pretended it was him... Not me.
That knowledge clawed at me, sharp and relentless. And the fact that she thought she could get away with it… that she could toy with me, make me feel things
