Page 105 of The Bad Boy Rule

I laugh against her lips. “Only been a few minutes, baby.”

She shrugs coyly. “Too long.” Her fingers slip beneath the collar of my shirt, and her brow cinches tightly. “What’s this?”

I stay silent as she pulls the thin gold chain out of my shirt, and her mouth forms anOas it falls open.

“Saint… why are youwearingmy promise ring around your neck?”

I watch her roll it between her pink-painted fingers. “Because now I know what it’s meant to you. And if it’s okay with you, I want to keep it. This has been a reminder to you that you will always have control of your life, and I want to make sure that I always take care of it. Just like I wanna take care of you.”

Her eyes blaze, and she leans in, brushing her lips to mine again. “Keep it. I… I think I like seeing it around your neck.”

Grinning, I slide my hand up the center of her chest until it brackets her throat. The sight of the dark ink on my hand against her pale skin makes my dick come to life. I shake my head, squeezing her neck gently as I pull her against me. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, Golden Girl. I’m obsessed with you.”

“There are worse things to be obsessed with. And I amprettyamazing.”

I nip at her lips as she giggles. “Brat.”

I capture her lips, unable to last another second without tasting her. Her fingers thread into my hair, and my Golden Girl fucking melts.

Her tongue glides along mine like she’s attempting to gain the upper hand, but little does she know, she’s always had it.

“Lennon?” a voice beside us calls out, ruining the moment. We break apart, both of us turning toward the interloper. I feel her stiffen against me, her entire demeanor doing a complete one-eighty in a split second when her gaze lands on the guy standing there.

He’s tall but still a few inches shorter than me, with jet-black hair combed back neatly off his face, wearing a tuxedo that makes him look like a jackass.

I don’t have a clue who he is, but now I want to know since he’s got enough nuts to interrupt me kissingmygirl with her name on his lips.

“Chandler…” she says, voice tight.

Well, then.

Apparently, this is the stupid fuck who cheated on her. Instinctively, I step closer to her.

His gaze bounces back and forth between us with his lips parted, disbelief written on his face. “What are you doing? Who the hell is this?”

“This is my boyfriend, Saint. Why are you here, Chandler?” Her voice is low, laced with saccharine venom.

“Because my parents asked me to be here. Because yourfatherasked me to be here. Why the fuck are you with this guy?” His lip curls in disgust as his eyes dart my way and then back to her.

The mention of her father inviting him makes hot, heady anger unfurl in my veins. That dick just doesn’t know how to stop, does he?

Lennon lifts her chin, her small fists curled at her side so tight her knuckles have turned white.

Fuck, baby.

I reach out and grab her hand, gently opening her fist and rubbing my thumb along the crescents indented on her palm from her nails before linking my fingers with hers.

“Why areyouworried about what I’m doing? I think I was pretty clear when I told you to fuck off the last time.”

“Because he’s fucking trash. He must be giving you the dick. Funny hownowyou’re into fucking when you were locked up like a fucking nun when I tried. You must be dick dumb.”

It’s supposed to be an insult, but all I do is smirk. His nostrils flare when he sees that it fell flat.

I don’t give a single fuck what this fucker says about me. I’m not stepping in unless Lennon asks me to, because right now, she’s got this.

I know how important it is to her to have her own voice, to stand up for herself. And unlike these fucks, I’ll never try to take that choice from her.

“You’re right, it is such a great cock.” She licks her lips when she flicks her pretty gaze to me, and I wink. “Sorry, I know it’s probably such a foreign concept for you to wrap your little brain around—Giving a girl an orgasm.”

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