No Saint

by Ria Wilde

I’d instructed our resident doctor to give a sedative to Amelia to keep her out for at least twenty-four hours. I had a damn headache and I wasn’t ready to unleash a banshee in my house because I knew it was coming.

Amelia Doyle was no longer going to be anyone else’s problem but mine.

“From now, leonessa, you are mine. No one looks at you. Touches you. Even speaks to you without my permission. Mine. Are we clear?”

“Who hurt you?”

There was no denying I was attracted to my wife.

“Ah, my wife, the kind of feelings you stir may be considered a sin but trust me, my thoughts on you are so far from hell I may as well be in heaven.”

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

“You will love me, Amelia.”

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.

“We may be married but we are not a couple, Sierra. We never will be.”

when I find out who did this to her, to her son, I will tear out their heart.”

“You’re going to sit on my face, leonessa,” He orders, “You’re going to take what you want.” My eyes go wide, “I can’t do that, you’ll suffocate!” He chuckles, “I don’t need fucking air when I have your delicious cunt in my mouth.”

“I said sit on my fucking face, not hover,”

“Who did this to you?”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“I brought us wine,” I tell her, “Are you thirsty?” She smirks, cocking a brow, “Unless you’re spitting it into my mouth.” Her tongue traces her bottom lip, “I don’t want it.”