“What did I say about expecting too much from me tonight?” he managed to warn me, as my lips kissed him a blue streak. He was responding. I’d have him whether he liked it or not—he’d never get off the bed without screwing me. He might think he had self-control but I knew he was no match for me now.
Then too, Ronny Harper isn’t dumb and he loves a hot f**k. That night we seemed to repair all the ripped seams in our relationship, going over the bed as many times with our bodies as he went over my ass with the hairbrush.
I made my mind up not to think about us anymore. It got me in too much trouble—better just to forget about this making sense.
What my mother never told me about badboys is how much they can twist a poor girl’s mind till she doesn’t know which way is up, that they f*
