Give me a good girl, and I’ll leave her a hot mess.
VANDAL
F*** and forget. That’s my motto.
From the moment I saw Tanya, from the moment I saw just how good, how pure, how innocent she is, I’ve wanted her.
I want her on her knees staring at me with those big brown eyes. I want her to moan when I’ve got her curvy figure in my hands. I want to hear her scream, begging me to take her.
Use her. Own her.
Make her MINE.
I didn’t ask him to save me.
TANYA
And I sure as hell don’t need some tatted-up biker thinking that he owns me.
That I’m his property.
I know what he is: A heartbreaker who could only hurt me.
But if that’s true, then why am I alone with him?
Why am I kissing him?
And why do I want more?