Ruthlessly Mine

The moment I saw her, I knew no other man would ever touch her again.

She was on the run from bastards like me, desperate to leave the brutal world of assassins and mob bosses behind. But she was drawn to me like a moth to a flame, and I'm a bad, bad man...

That's why she's not just wet, well-used, and sore from my belt and what came after.

She's mine.

Ruthlessly mine.