Page 35 of Savage Rule

“Stop?” I grin. Fuck no. I don’t want him to stop. “I want you to prove how much you want me. Call it a little blood oath. You push intome,itpushes into you.”

The tip of the knife digs a little into his skin as he breathes. It’s not pressed over anything vital, and it’s not long enough to do much damage. It’s designed to slice not stab, after all. However, it would certainly hurt.

Gunn breathes in and out, pushing against the sharp steel. As if he’s enjoying the sting, his dick twitches at my entrance and I bite back a moan.

“And what exactly areyousacrificing?” he asks.

I don’t answer him. I can’t. All I can do is stare into his eyes. But in my silence, I’m sure he can read my response.

I’ve only ever fucked strangers. One night stands that would mean nothing. Men I could easily take on if they turned on me. Men I was barely attracted to. Men that could take care of my needs without the threat of me losing any part of myself in the process. Safe men.

But Gunn…

He’s not safe. He’s not a stranger. And I am without a doubt, one hundred percent on fire for him. With him, I’m going in fully aware that I’ll lose control. A mere fight with him does it for me.He smiles with those dimples and I forget my own damn name. I can only imagine what fucking him will do to me.

So what am I sacrificing? Me.

I’m sacrificing everything to let him in. To trust him, my enemy, to put me in vulnerable positions and not kill me.

Stupid, I know. But I’ve never wanted anything more than to have him inside me. I just want to know he feels the same.

He lowers his gaze to the spot where the knife is pressed against him, then at the spot where his cock is pressed againstme.

And he pushes in.

The blunt head of his cock slides into me as at least an inch of the blade slides into him. Blood streams in rivulets that roll over his perfectly chiseled abdomen and disappear from my sight.

Again, he pushes, wincing as the remaining inch of steel is forced to the hilt into his skin. At the same time, a low groan rumbles from his chest when he buries another inch of his thickness into my core.

I suck in a little breath, needing to adjust to his girth inside me, then outright gasp when he flicks that dimpled mischievous smile at me.

“I took your two inches, sweetheart. But you still have six more of mine to take.”

The knife clatters somewhere on the floor as in one powerful stroke, he shoves those glorious thick inches all the way in.

My back hits the table and I cry out something that sounds like a plea, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Mercy. Torture. Both. He begins to thrust and gives me more than that.

“Yes. Fuck yes!” All I can form are those words, but they mean so much more than that. They mean,I’ve never been filled like this. They mean,if you tried to kill me now I’d let you. And they mean,I’m falling apart.

“Fuck, Peaches, you’re tight. So fucking tight,” he groans, his eyes rolling shut.

He moves his hands from my waist, down my legs. Grabbing them behind the knees, he pushes them back into my chest. The position has him going deeper that he was before, the thick hilt of his cock stretching me more.

And when he leans forward to lick my neck, I lose whatever control I had.

Everything about this man drives me wild, from the sound of his growls, the rough way in which he handles me, and the fact that this is so completely wrong.

My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I’m unable to draw in a single breath for what seems like an eternity, and when I finally can, it’s Gunn I inhale. I’m surrounded by him, completely invaded by his presence. He’ll all over me, and when he comes, holding me tightly against him, he’s inside me too.

I test the strength of his binding arms and they’re like steel hoops around me. It reminds me of just how strong he is compared to me and how helpless I am right now. Any other man I could have kept at bay. Fucked while remaining in control, never putting myself in a position that might get me killed.

That loss of control hits me like a ton of bricks and I’m suddenly afraid I’ll drown in the sea that is Gunn Sinclair.

With all my might, I shove him off me. He slams against the wall behind him, his expression full of shock. “Ow! You fucking hellcat!”

I scramble off the table, wrapping the towel around me. “I warned you about your safety net. Be happy I didn’t do worse.”

“Worse? Woman, I’m bleeding over here!” He points to the wound on his side.

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