Chapter 37 Marked Her As My Own

Leonardo Sebastian Franco's POV

Getting up from the bed, I go to the bathroom and light the decorative candle. The light is softer and kinder. I leave it on the nightstand and flick off the overhead lights. The wax smells like vanilla. It’s romantic. She’ll sleep better like this.

I pick up the ring and study it in the gentle light of the flame. The emblem is fitting. It suits our family and what we stand for. The gold is twenty-four carats, the purest you can buy. Its melting point isn’t as high as iron’s. Gold is a soft metal. It needs to reach two hundred and sixty degrees Celsius to inflict a third-degree burn that will leave a permanent scar. The temperature in the center of the flame is one thousand four hundred degrees. I hold the head just long enough over the flame, still burning my fingers.

The band of the ring scorches my fingertips when I kneel between Luna's legs. Carefully, I press the flat side that’s glowing red on the mound of her pussy, just above her slit. Ten secon