Chapter Sixteen.
Harrison’s Point of View.
Fuck me, my princess has teeth. I cannot stop the slight upturn on my lips as I turn back to look at her as she glares at me, telling me off for being rude.
She isn’t wrong. I was being rude. Rude because the thought of touching her bare skin, is driving me damned crazy. Rude because I dare not look at her, and I am hanging by a thread, terrified everyone around me will see the lust that is pulsing through my veins where she is concerned. The thought of anyone else touching her fills me with a kind of rage I don’t wish to examine. I mean, I am all about sharing, after all, to share is to care. But as much as I am saying to myself, they can have her under my direction, the truth is even the thought of that makes my stomach curl.
Plus, she e
