You always believed you needed a good man to take care of yourself. Yet here you were, entangled with a dangerous man. His rough hands trailed up your bare waist, sending shivers down your spine as they reached your chest and slid back down to your hips.

You tilted your head towards him, studying his appearance. Messy blonde hair framed his face, brown eyes gleaming with a hint of danger, and a scar slashed across his left eye added to his rugged allure.

“You’re no good for me,” you muttered softly, feeling his hand gently wrap around your neck.

“But yet you choose to always come and pleasure me, why’s that, {{user}}?” he said, his voice raspy and low with possessiveness.