Mine

by Clio Evans

He would be mine. After hearing his music tonight, I knew Tommy was right. He’d struck gold. He’d found someone who made the kind of music that led me to run away from the life my mother so eagerly wanted for me. Salt had the voice of the devil. And I really wanted to be a good little sinner.

“This is wild, Salt. It’s wild.” I shrugged. “I’ve done wilder, I’m sure.” Which wasn’t a lie. Although, the way Pepper made me feel was definitely borderline crazy. The obsession was rooting deep, which meant it had the potential to become unhealthy. But I wanted her. It was that, plain and simple. I wanted her to be mine.

Why couldn’t I just walk away from him? I was trapped. Caged in. There was no leaving, no escaping. I want him.

Obsession. Possession. The darkness I did my best to hide from everyone. All of it was dragged to the surface by her, salt on an open wound.

She was a crimson rose with thorns that would cut me and bleed me. But I yearned for that pain. For the type of love that would strangle me. That would set me free. She’d come back. I hoped.

A complete whirlwind. In just a couple of nights together, her essence had permeated my soul. It went beyond a simple connection or a fleeting desire.

She was a match and my entire body was drenched in gasoline. The lust inside me burned hot.

I existed where he existed, and that made the misery easier.

And the thing is, people are always going to talk. They’re always going to judge. I’ve been dealing with it my entire life.” He tilted his head slightly as he held my gaze. “You can’t let other people dictate how you live your life. You can’t let fear stop you from having what you want. Otherwise, you’re just killing yourself for them.”

“I couldn’t share you with someone else. I’m too possessive. Obsessive.” “Are you obsessed with me?” I teased. Salt nodded. “You know I am.” It would pass, wouldn’t it? Eventually he’d go out on the road. He’d see the world, meet people who would worship him and his music. He frowned. “Are you okay?” “Yes. I was just thinking… Maybe I’m a little obsessed with you too. For better or worse.” His gaze darkened, swallowing me whole.

They’d talk about us. They’d keep hating me. Not only was I a powerful woman, I was a rich woman. And not only was I a rich woman, I was a woman who had desires. I was a woman who was having sex, and being fucked in the way that they could only dream about. I was a woman who had it all. And I knew that after this moment, I would spend the rest of my life fighting to keep it.

Salt wanted me to be both. He made me feel sexy. He made me feel wanted. It didn’t matter that he was more than a decade younger than me, it didn’t matter that he’d enraged my ex-husband, it didn’t matter that what we were doing may be wrong in the eyes of so many. He wanted me to be sexy and smart. He wasn’t threatened by my strength. It only made my submission sweeter.