Sweet Cruelty

It was an innocent mistake. She knocked on the wrong door. Mine.

If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard.

I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should have been enough. But it wasn't. I needed more. Craved it.

She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad.

A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late… She was mine and I was keeping her.