No Saint

by Ria Wilde

Because when I do, she will be mine. Mine to please and fuck, mine to punish and worship.

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.

“You fucking can, and you fucking will. You’ll give me another like the good girl I know you are.”

“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.”