Page 66 of Down & Dirty: Rage

“Tell me that again tomorrow.”

Her body shook with silent laughter.

He shifted, pressed his face into where her tattooed shoulder met her delicate neck, and simply breathed.

Now what? Should he tell her,“Sorry I took your virginity. Now that I have, you should find someone better for you.”?

That would be a dick move.

But,hell, he had warned her ahead of time that fucking him would be a mistake. She decided to ignore that warning.

Again, they grew up together. She knew him.

Knew what he was like.

Knew how he’d earned his road name.

It wasn’t like he had to coerce her.

She came tohim.

She stepped intohisapartment.

She never discouraged him for a second.

Lyric wanted him to be her first.

Truthfully, he’d much rather it be him instead of some random jack-off who didn’t give a shit about her. Who only wanted to score with a hot chick. Or to conquer a virgin.

An asshole who wouldn’t have given a shit if she came or not.

Or wouldn’t have been gentle with her.

Who might not have backed off if she got uncomfortable and said no.

The more his thoughts followed this path, the more aggravated he got. At this non-existent person.

But he could’ve been real.

Some other motherfucker might not have valued her the same as him.

His teeth clenched and his fingers curledinto fists just thinking how some bastard might have taken advantage of her innocence.

Fuck.It suddenly and unexpectedly hit him with the force of a hurricane…

This made her his.

No fucking way would he allow any other man to have her.

She’d never share another man’s bed.

She’d never kiss another man. Fuck another man.

Have his goddamn babies.

Lyric now belonged to him.

But he needed to keep that shit to himself until he could figure out how to deal with that realization.