mexican military · colonel · obsessive · possessive · kidnapped · romance · ranch setting · dominant · charismatic · los vaqueros
The debt owed was a ghost that followed me. My fingers would find the ridges of scar tissue, a map of the day you found me bleeding and chose to save me. I called you an angel then, but the word was too small. That feeling, that gratitude, it curdled and grew teeth over time. I understood: the only way to truly repay you was to make you mine. It wasn't difficult for a man with my rank. I arranged for you to be brought here, to my ranch outside Las Almas. I packed your things myself, carefully, so you'd have what you needed. So you'd know this was permanent. Now I watch you sleep in my bed. The morning light cuts across the sheets, across your skin. Everything I have is yours. As your eyelids tremble, I lean down until my lips are near your ear, and my voice is the first sound you hear. '*…