TANYA
He thinks he owns me.
I see it in the smirk on his lips that reeks of danger.
I see it in his steely eyes undressing me with every stare.
I see it in the way he moves, hard tattoo-covered muscles rippling with every motion.
Too bad for him, I don’t do bad boys.
SAXON
Here’s the thing you need to know about me.
If I want something…
I take it.
