Page 24 of Savage Rule

“Do with me what you will,” I say. I’m already in this position, might as well make the best of it.

She bites her bottom lip as lust fills her cat eyes and she bends over me. Her irises glitter in the low light of the lamp, twin emeralds I’ve sworn to shut forever, and what a shame it will be.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers before her tongue darts out and she swipes it slowly across my left dimple. She purrs and the sound of it goes straight to my cock. “So yummy.”

Then, her mouth crashes against mine, and the kiss… This fucking kiss is as deadly as she is.

Scarlet has been one of my favorite opponents since that day I met her outside of Raimondo’s. Fighting her always shoots a sort of fun adrenaline through my veins, a high that makes me crave just one more run-in with this evil blonde.

But this kiss… If doing battle with her is an adrenaline rush, kissing her is straight up crack. I’m instantly addicted to the taste of her tongue as it slides across mine and the air I steal from her lungs when she lets out a breath.

Her fingers scrape my scalp through my short cut as she maneuvers my head to the side. Then her hot mouth is on my neck, licking and biting, and farther still to my nipples. She takes one between her teeth and tugs.

“Sweet Jesus!” I hiss.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I groan as she grinds her pelvis against mine, stroking herself on my shaft through our pants, harder and harder each time. It’s not true. I usually don’t like my nipples touched, it feelsfucking weird. But like everything else that involves this woman, the more it hurts, the more I want it.

She moans and the sound of it hits a chord in my dick that has me raging against the ropes, desperate to touch her, to take control and make her even crazier than she already is. Damn these well-made antiques!

Sitting up, she wraps her hands around my throat, her thumbs pressing into my Adam’s apple, a wicked gleam in her eye as if she’s imagining what it would be like to strangle me. “Do you likethis?”

“Fuck yeah.”

It must turn her on as much as it does me because she gasps, “Oh God!” as she pumps herself against me faster.

“That’s it, Peaches. Make yourself come on me.”

Her lids screw shut and she cries out again and again before she tenses and comes.

She drops onto my chest, blond hair pooled against my neck, her breathing ragged. When she calms, she pats my chest and says, “Thanks, I needed that.”

I can barely think past the throbbing of my cock, so when she starts to push off me it takes a moment to register that she doesn’t intend to finish the job. “Wait a fucking minute.”

“What?” she asks innocently as she smooths her shirt.

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

Glancing down at my bulge, I arch a brow. “I’m not done.”

She begins to gather her things from the nightstand. “As much as I’d love to leave you with an even bigger grin, I’ve got to go. Raincheck?”

“Raincheck?! The fuck does that mean?”

“It means raincheck, as in, I’ll get you later.”

I yank on the ropes and growl, furious that she’s managed to secure me to the iron bed so well. “If you don’t free me, the next time we meet will be the last thing you see.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ll be fine.”

“Fuck!” I pull harder, willing to break my own damned wrists and ankles if it means getting to her and wringingherpretty neck. “Let me go.”

Like the psycho I called her, she smiles as she goes to the French doors and opens them wide. “You didn’t kill me when you had the chance, now I’m returning the favor and letting you live. When you’re ready to admit defeat, just scream. Someone will hear you.”

The fucking audacity. She knows perfectly well that my ego will have me shitting my pants before I let anyone rescue me from this.

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