Rough

JaredI'm not your boyfriend. I'm not the guy next door. I don't even play nice.My hands twisting in your hair, my whispered demand in your ear—I'm the fantasy you'll wish you never had.When I'm through with you, every inch of your body will know where I've been. You won't crave more, you'll beg for it. Because I'm not just the cocky smile with military hardened muscles you paid five grand for—I'm ...