No Hero

Protecting her was duty. Claiming her was sin.

After her testimony in my courtroom put a cartel hitman behind bars, I didn’t expect to see Valentina Sciascia again, let alone hear her beg and moan and scream my name in bed.

But when temptation got the better of me, I didn’t just give in to my darker side. I embraced it.

That’s why this good girl spent the night having absolutely sinful things done to her, my hand tight around her throat and her ass sore from my belt as she came until she nearly blacked out.

And why she’s mine now.