His kiss softened, the gentle, doting man returning to praise me and tell me how perfect I was. Although I loved when he treated me like this, the vicious, demanding side of him didn’t scare me anymore. Mateo possessed the capacity for ruthlessness and brutality, but that didn’t make me love him any less. He was my fierce protector as well as my tender boyfriend.
Well, boyfriend would never be a suitable term for Mateo, even though that’s how I referred to him around my college friends now.
We belonged to each other, our bond essential and irrevocable. Mateo was mine, and I was his. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End