“You are so bad. So very bad,” she breathed.
“That I am.” After pumping my fingers into her slickened pussy, a huge smile crossed my face. Seconds later, I turned her onto my lap, curling my legs around her, kissing the side of her head.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“And I love you, my bad girl.”
I wasn’t a good man. I’d been born to become a monster and I’d followed through with that plan without question. Now I was determined to become someone different, a man our children could look up to instead of fear.
All because of her love that had lasted a lifetime.
And my decision to become something I hadn’t been when we met.
A hero.
The End