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?”

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl into her mouth, “Mine.”

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

Mondo mia. My world. Moglie mia. My Wife. Amore mia. My Love.

“As much as I prefer my hand as your necklace, Amelia, I knew it couldn’t be there forever so this was the next best accessory for the woman who held my whole heart.”

She looks up at me with glazed eyes, “My dirty little wife,” I praise, using my thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, “I’m taking you home now where no one can hear you scream. Tonight, you’re going to be my fucking whore.”

“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.”