Saint (Sigma Sin #1)

by Eva Simmons

of my fingers graze the handle of the knife, but I don’t try to pull away because there’s no overpowering him. “I don’t want to be shared. But you didn’t give me a choice. And I was scared, so I focused on you. I moaned for you.” He presses close. Familiarity and fear bleed together as he holds me. “I don’t share, kitten.” Saint hovers his face over mine, and all I see are those dark eyes cutting through the ski mask. “I granted a dying man his last meal before I sent him to hell for touching what’s mine. There’s a difference.” “You can’t kill everyone who puts a hand on me.” “But I can.” He ticks his head to the side, tosses the blade to the bed, and grips the back of my hair, tipping my head. “I can do whatever I want when it comes to you. And I will, Violet. I’ll prove my loyalty in blood. In screams. In death.” His nails dig into my scalp, and he grips my hair harder. “Saint,” I moan. “Yes, kitten.” He drags his face along my neck, inhaling. “I’m your Saint. Don’t you fucking forget it.”