“How could I not want to? She’s fucking perfect.” Ronan grins wickedly. “And we like the same things. You know which kinds of things. Stuff a fucking asshole like you can’t give her. Won’t give her, because you’re too damn jealous and selfish and controlling.” Ohhhhh... shit. I watch as Henry’s fist closes tight by his side. Ronan’s not done though, stepping right into his face. “And if you hurt her again like you did last time—”
