She made the mistake of wanting to work for me. Little did she know she was mine forever.
A savage, brutal father, a man who enjoying hunting humans. In my mind, I was nothing like him. Except I was, a darkness festering inside of me. I’d done everything possible to expunge the Saint bloodline, a powerful mafia regime. But I quickly learned there was no escaping my past.
With one more attempt, i was determined to lose myself in writing my first novel. But I needed to hire an assistant. When she waltzed in, explaining all the reasons I should hire her, the darkest spark of all was ignited deep inside. That’s the moment I determined I would keep her as mine. All mine.
No matter her cries of protest, she ultimately surrendered to my sadistic needs, screaming out my name in ecstasy. With her bottom burning from my stern rounds of discipline, her cries gave way to her own filthy desires.
Soon, there was no turning back. The beautiful aspiring author, my brilliant intern now belongs to me.
