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?”

“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.”

Because when I do, she will be mine. Mine to please and fuck, mine to punish and worship. She’ll belong to me.

“You taste exactly as I imagined,” His voice is thick, the accent more pronounced and rough. “Like what?” I breathe, steadying myself. “Il mia,” He kisses the inside of my thigh, “Like you’re mine.”

“You fought for so long, leonessa,” I dip and take the same nipple between my teeth, “but you’re mine now.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, unable to let go of her keeping secrets. “Once I have you, I’m not giving you back. Once will not be enough. I will fuck you and I will claim you and you will be mine, si?”

Pausing, I drop down until my mouth is at her ear, “marito, husband, Gabriel, call me as it is Amelia. It’s me here, not God. Your husband.”

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.”

She was so perfect. So fucking right. It physically hurt something deep inside my chest to wonder what my dark life would be like without her in it. 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.”

I was in love with him. I am in love with him.

“Gabriel?” I mumble. “Yes, mondo mia.” “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.”

“Now tell me,” I whisper, “Would you like to be my whore tonight, or my wife?”