Page 179 of Tattooed Love

“I want boyfriend rules.” She nibbed my bottom lip.

I smirked. “You setting rules. Now, that’s funny.”

“I’m serious!”

“Ok, then name one rule.” I rolled on to my side, and she turned to face me, that adorable smile I fell in love with on her face.

“One rule. There is only one boyfriend rule,” she said matter of factly.

“Ok. I can stick to one rule. What is it?” I was interested in what she had come up with.

“Any woman you touch, dies.” She grinned. “By my hand.”

“You can’t just kill women that touch me!”

“No, I said women YOU touch, and you left out the part about it being at my hand.”

I rolled my eyes. “You aren’t killing anyone.”

“It’s what I’ve been doing. I’m actually very good at it.”

“I know.” I gave her a pointed look. “And it’s stopping.”

“You always were protective. More protective than my brothers.” She put her hand under her head. “I’ll stop when I’m allowed to.”

“You aren’t working for Tae anymore.”

“I don’t want to have a fight so back to the rules. My one rule. You touch her, she dies.” She ran a hand over my chest “By my hand,” she added smugly.

She looked like she wasn’t backing down on this. I couldn’t simply walk around giving women the mark of death if I touched them!

“We do my one rule, and I’ll follow any of yours.” She seductively licked along my jaw. “Any rule you set.” Suddenly, she didn’t seem so tired.

I groaned. “Anything?”

“Anything.” She looked at me smugly.

“So, if I wanted a mandatory weekend sex marathon, every weekend, Friday through to Sunday, you would be up for it?”

“I’ll be naked and ready,” she kissed my lips, “Every weekend.”

I groaned. That was even worse, knowing she was up for anything. One rule. I could follow one rule. I never followed rules. Always made sure to break them. Every rule that was given to me, I was hell bent on breaking.

“You’re being unreasonable,” I blew out as she kissed down my neck.

“One rule Jax, just one rule.”

“Yeah, one rule that gives you the right to kill women!”

“Only women you touch.” She moved over me, straddling me. “You keep saying you love me. So why would you be touching another woman?”

She had a point. “What is the definition of touch? What if I brushed her arm?”

“I’m not that petty!” She scoffed. “God, if that was the case, I’d be taking people out in the supermarket!”

“Fine then, what is your definition?”

“If your hand so much as lingers on her breast or ass, she’s dead…. and I have a question.” She sat up, looking rather determined.

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