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That rich girl, look-down-her-nose expression called to the primitive part of me. She may have looked at me like she hated me, but the way her chest rose on uneven swells screamed that she’d still let me bend her over and have a go. Because girls like her wanted nothing more than to be dirtied and tainted by a bad boy. I had every intention of taking that invisible, privileged, princess crown and tarnishing every last gem and fuck if that wasn’t bad news for her.

All he did was smile. And that smile was devastating—because I was evidently a nut job, too. I gripped the steering wheel, trying to focus on something, anything but how hot he looked and how crazy I was.

“You know, I was sane before I met you.”

“That makes two of us,” he said.

My fingers crept higher on her leg, and not once did she flinch. Not once did she try to stop me. “Admit it, baby girl. You want this disrespect. One fucking time.” And she still didn’t stop me. Which was the only reason I kept going. I moved my hand beneath her skirt, then stopped, cocking a brow. “You and I both know, I go an inch further, and you’re going to be wet for me.” I smirked. “And then there’s no denying you want a little taste of a bad boy.”