No Saint

by Ria Wilde

“From now, leonessa, you are mine. No one looks at you. Touches you. Even speaks to you without my permission. Mine. Are we clear?” Her eyes clear immediately, “Fuck. You.” “I’m sure we’ll get there eventually.”

He looked like the devil, and he tasted like sin so perhaps it was fitting.

Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.

“I love you.” Something rumbles inside his chest as his arms tighten, “And you own my heart, amore mia, I am in love with you.”