Page 62 of Prince Charming

“Fuck! Yes. Okay. Yes! God, chill the fuck out.”

“Chill out? You’re fortunate I’m not ripping your goddamn limbs off, you lanky cunt. Tell her you’re sorry. NOW, motherfucker, before I make you piss yourself.”

“I’m sorry!” he screamed, “I’m fucking sorry, okay!”

Releasing his weight, Tag rose to his feet and used the guy’s hair to yank him up, screaming like a pussy.Pitiful. The chump wouldn’t last half a round in the cage.

Getting in his face, the fear rose off him like a stink.

Eyes cold. Voice like death, Tag delivered his only warning.

“You ever disrespect a woman like that again—you ever, and I mean, fucking ever, say a wrong word tothiswoman again, you’re gonna wish I ripped your legs off today, ‘cause the pain I’ll give will last until the next fucking lifetime. Now get the fuck out of my gym.”

Shoving him, the guy didn’t even look around as he raced for the entryway. Everyone watching got back to their machines like nothing happened.

He was left with his veins on fire to grab her close.

Emotionally.

Sexually.

Protectively.

He’d fuse every inch of his 6’4 frame to her in every way possible.

And to see her insulted put venom in his blood.

Vengeance for the deplorable shit already done to her, the injustice of every man who spoke wrong to her roared through his body to make itright.

To make it so he washed every piece of pain from her life.

He couldn’t, and it was only now he’d unlocked the leash on his anger that he felt it roaring through him.

He said the first thing that came into his head without regret.

“My lips fucking ache for yours, Marianna.” A desperate growl gurgled in his throat. “You better go now if you don’t want me to kiss you.” She wheezed, unmoving. That was all the cue he needed as he stepped in and claimed her tormenting lips like he had the right to.

He knew he’d flipped the switch on her recently by claiming to be her friend, then upping his game into something more intimate. He couldn’t help himself.

If he didn’t get a taste of her, he was gonna go mad.

With brief resistance, she wound her arms around his shoulders. He felt her rise on her tiptoes and she opened for his tongue.

A moan shook in her throat as she stretched her mouth open for him. Licking, scraping, and biting the soft part of his lower lip.

Electricity surged through his groin and tightened his balls as he engulfed the furious lashes of her starving tongue. Only the single-minded thought of fucking her until they both exploded kept him on his feet.

She tasted like she was his home, warm and sugary, wholesome andhis. He knew this without proof.

Excitement pounded a primitive drumbeat through his veins.

Driving him completely primeval.

A witch. A she-devil. A Goddess.

She was a cocktail of fire and cocaine, shooting adrenaline directly into his bloodstream. Turning his body into hers, so no one but him would hear her little moans as he sucked on her bottom lip.

He’d rip a fucker apart if someone else saw her the way he was.

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