I'm rough, wild, and I do what I want. I've never slowed down for anyone.
Until Ellie Cutter
That cinnamon smell intoxicates me, her lips were made for bruising. You'd think she'd jump my bones like all the others, but she's all business; so calm and collected. Not at all my type.
So why can't I stop thinking about her?
I keep waking with my hand under the sheets, every bit of me hot and heavy. It's madness.
The only cure is to make her mine.
But the closer we get, the more I think she wants more from me than what's in my pants. Ellie has her own goals.
And they might destroy us both.