MELISSA I know he doesn’t want to be here. He’s told me in no uncertain terms that he didn’t sign up to follow me around like a lost puppy. I tell him he’s a bodyguard, not a babysitter. But he doesn’t give a damn about the subtleties. Because Asher is about as subtle as the roaring engine of the bike he rides. He’s brash, loud, dominant, demanding. And what he’s demanding is a taste of me. He thinks he can break me. But he’s just a big, dumb brute. I tell him to do his worst. I just never expected that I’d moan so loud when he did. ASHER I decided the second I saw I was gonna break this girl. She’s too bratty. Thinks she’s better than me. Thinks she can use me for whatever she wants. But she’s dead f**kin’ wrong. Because I’m no pawn for this princess to manipulate. I’m an outlaw – I answer to no one. These tattoos, this leather kutte, the club insignia I bear… all of it tells her the same I am not a man to f**k with. So the next time she pushes my buttons, I’m gonna pin her down and press all of hers. I’m gonna make her cry my name. Beg for my mercy. And learn how it feels to truly be owned.