No One Has to Know (Deal with the Devil)

by Carin Hart

She’s still my angel. Sweet and tender and so utterly delicious, she makes my mouth water for a taste that I can’t have unless I want to devour her whole.

I have to keep close because, given how sweet and innocent yet broken she is deep down, the wrong sort of man is attracted to a woman like her. Ask me how I fucking know.

“I killed for you. I’d die for you. You’re my goddamn world, the only thing worth anything in this life. I love you. You love me. Now fucking tell me.”

“Angela… if I put this on your finger, that’s it. Nothing short of you stabbing me in the fucking heart will get me to agree to let you take it off again. Even then, I’ll plead with you as I bleed out to keep it on until I’m dead and can’t see you without it. I’m that fucking serious. Do you understand me?”