I’m like a feral animal. A wild beast rutting. And she’s my prey.
One week out of prison, and my mind’s still locked up.
My heart, my soul—they died there.
When a mafia hitman comes after me, I end him with my bare hands.
But the beautiful florist witnesses my crime.
I have no shame tying her up and making her my prisoner.
Until she kisses me. Offers up that sweet body and makes me needy for more.
And then all bets are off.
She’s coming with me.
I can’t let her go.
My soul may be unsalvageable, forever living in a den of sin.
But the rest of me knows what it wants.
And I want her.