Rule You

Sly
Aside from my whiskey collection and back-alley brawling, virgins are my secret guilty pleasure. People can judge me all they want, but I don't care. Not when I was the street rat they walked by with their noses turned up. Not when I had to talk with my fists to stay alive.

My life on the streets made me what I am today.
Cold.
Heartless.
Callous.
A bastard.
It all plays out in my bed, and the world can't get enough of it on stage. They just don't know that I was all of that and more, long before I decided to hide behind this image.

Then I meet Emmy.
The only thing hotter than her tempting curves and mile long legs is her smart mouth that was made for sin. And when I find out she's a virgin, it's game over. Emmy belongs in one of two places: in my bed or on her knees. I'm supposed to keep my distance. Because of who she is, I shouldn't cross the line, but she's the thing I desire most.

I just hope she realizes there won't be a happy ever after with me.
You can't fall in love when there's venom where your heart should be.