11
RUPERT
There was no reasoning with a man once his doggedly determined p***s was on the hunt for p***y.
I knew better than to engage my c**k before my brain, but in Ivy’s case, I couldn’t help myself.
A couple days passed since we’d flown in from San Francisco, and the entire way home, I lectured myself about taking caution with a girl like her.
Giving her space.
Not rushing things.
She was much more than the scars on her skin.
A survivor.
I’d looked up self-harm, wanting to understand everything about her.
Someone, something, had hurt her badly. And she had her own way of dealing with that pain.
She needed safety, protection, and stability. Not a man who wanted to throw her over his lap and s***k her until she shrieked forgiveness, kicked her feet to escape, and struggled ato
