No Saint

by Ria Wilde

“You will walk down the aisle and you’ll wear a pretty dress, and you will become my wife.”

Marriage’s end. It was no big deal. Marrying the devil would change nothing.

I was marrying him, and I’d keep my son, but I didn’t need to make his life easy.

“I will see you in the morning,” He says gently, meeting my eyes, “wife.”

And she would listen when I told her I don’t want other men seeing what is mine. It didn’t matter who or why, her, her body, everything, it was mine and I do not fucking share. I will fucking brand her if I have to.

“Finche morte non ci separi.” “Until death do you part,” Someone repeats.

You don’t attack the Saints and live.

He swallows and nods, “Come, Miss Doyle.” “Mrs Saint,” I correct. They all freeze. “She is my wife, treat her as so.”

“Leonessa mia. La tua forza mi stupisce.” Her brows twitch in confusion. My Lioness. Your strength amazes me.

I didn’t blame her for trying to take something now, to feel something but when I fuck her, when I devour her, I will have her sure she wants it. Because when I do, she will be mine. Mine to please and fuck, mine to punish and worship. She’ll belong to me.

“Potresti amarmi, Amelia,”

“You could love me, Amelia.” He finally says.

“Magia,” I rasp against her mouth, “Magic.” “Gabriel,” She breathes, pressing her mouth to mine gently. “We could make magic, Amelia.”

“You infuriating, stubborn, beautiful woman,” I whisper into her mouth, licking her bottom lip, “leonessa mia. Mondo mia.”

“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.”

“I’m sure Gabriel.” “I’m not letting you go,” I remind her. “You’re mine.” “Okay,” she breathes, “I’m yours. Your wife.” “Cazzo,” I groan. Fuck. My Wife. “Moglie mia.”

“Oh God,” she breathes. 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.”

“You don’t get to fucking leave me,” I growl to her, gently removing her from the car to place her in my arms, “I only just found you, leonessa,” My mouth drops to her hair, “Please, I only just found you.”

“And 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.”

“Sei Bellissima,” he murmurs, “You are beautiful.”

“Look at you, mondo mia,” he praises, “Being such a good girl for me.”

“Wh – what does that mean?” I manage to stutter out. “Mondo mia?” he says, pressing a kiss to my spine, “It means ‘my world’.”

“Gabriel,” I chant his name. “That’s my name on your lips, leonessa, mine. You are mine.” “Yes! Damn it. Yes.”

“For you, Amelia,” he whispers, “I will do it all for you.”

“Mine,” I growl, “You are mine.” “Yes, Gabriel,” she gasps out, “I’m yours.”

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

“My scars…” “Your scars make you the leonessa you are. They make you a warrior, a fighter, do not ever doubt your strength.”

“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.”

“You will stay safe for me, Amelia,” I tell her, “You will come home to me.” “Yes.” “Always?” “Always,” she promises.

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

“And you own my heart, amore mia, I am in love with you.”

“Where is she!?” I roar, “Where is my wife!?”

“Amelia…” “I’d do it again.” “I love you, dio, I’d burn the fucking world for you!”

But I stopped, glancing back at the view of the sea beyond the cliffs and then to the house, and for the first time in a very, very, long time, I felt like I was home.