Some saints are wrapped in sin and some monsters will die for you.
EMMALEEN Six weeks of dungeon submission. Two men who complete me. And then this Irish jerk shows up and stuffs me in a trunk! I should scream. Or kick. Or punch him in the face.
But I don’t do any of that. Because I’m a hot mess who gets off from taking orders and I can’t tell if this is a kidnapping or a really aggressive meet-cute.
GIOVANNI Romance is a game I was never going to win. I built her a dungeon. He built her a chapel. I gave her a collar. He gave her books. Little Miss Take needs to come home. To me. To my rules.
To my monster who never needed to be a saint. I don’t have to be better than him. I just need to be the one willing to die first.
My sin, my sacrifice… until confession became the only way to keep her forever.
