Playing with Fire (Burn for Me #1)

by Ria Wilde

“Yes, I’ve thought about fucking you.” He admits. “And if you’ve eaten. Or had water. I’ve nearly fucking lost my mind thinking about another man being near you when you’re wearing this fucking

outfit. And I was watching the damn clock, waiting for you to get home just so I could fucking see you.”

“I find with you; I don’t hate anything at all.”

like my heart didn’t skip a beat, like I’m not looking at her like she’s the very thing that makes my world spin.

There’s just so much about her that captures me. Her attitude drives me crazy, but her laughs send me wild, her body ends me, but her smile? Fuck me, her smile is the one thing that might just very well kill me.

😩

I can tell when they’re fake, when they’re real, can sense when she’s uncomfortable based on the way her shoulders lower, like in defeat and when she’s excited by the creases that sink in around her eyes when she smiles.

I ignore the gasps of horror as I break out into a jog in the foyer, keeping it steady so I don’t jolt her. I don’t feel the cold as I make it outside. The hospital is a block from here, there are no cabs or cars around for me to use. So, I run.

I am in love with my wife. And it might just be the very thing that kills me.

You want to tame me, Olivia, consider me tamed. I’m yours.”

“And when my time comes, there will be no place that will be able to hold me from you. I will find you in every existence.