Until Johanna.

She was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and left me aching so hard for release that once wasn't enough.

She didn't invite me in, didn't ask for my protection.

But she better wise up and understand:

Better that she's protected by a monster like me.

Than left at the mercy of savages who want to make her bleed.

His chiseled, tattooed body can’t hide his ruthless ways

I didn’t ask for Xander to protect me. Not now. Not ever.

But that didn’t stop him from pinning me, taking me from one climax to the next.

He frightens me.

Excites me

And when he stares at me....

I forget that he’s a criminal, that he’s dangerous.

I forget that his hands are stained with blood.

I forget that I'm not supposed to trust him.