Page 4 of Savage Rule

Unfortunately for me, I’m short and he’s not. For every four steps I take, he takes one. So when he roars and throws himself on me, I can’t get out of the way fast enough.

His large body lands on mine, pinning me with the weight of an ox to the dirt ground. His foot drags over my injured leg as he straddles me and I hiss.

I shove at his chest, but he grabs my wrists and roughly secures them above my head, a move that forces his face closer to mine.

Fucking bastard. But damn, he’s one good looking bastard. Especially here, in this small clearing we’ve landed in, where the light of the moon high above can reach us and illuminate his hard, beautiful features. Like a beast, or a werewolf, and I’m his would-be victim. Will he eat me? I wouldn’t be mad if he tried.

What? No, what am I thinking.Get it together, Scar. You can’t let him kill you even if it seems like a nice way to go.

It’s kind of pointless to struggle against him given how much bigger and stronger he is than me. Which means I have to be smarter. Think.

“It’s a little hard to breathe with you like this,” I say, batting my lashes at him. “Be gentle.”

He peers down at me, his eyes roving over my face. His mouth quirks up to one side. “You look like you can handle it a little rough.”

It’s impossible not to return his smile. And God, he smells good. Like a man should, earthy, a bit sweaty, but the good kind of sweaty. Maybe with a dash of whiskey. Whatever it is, I want to bury my nose in his neck and inhale him. Lick him too.

“Oh, I can handle rough,” I say somewhat winded.

“Oh yeah?” He leans in.

I nod and tilt my face upward in invitation. “Canyou?”

His eyes immediately lock onto my red lips. “I can.”

“Good,” I say and thrust my head forward, hitting him hard in that square jaw of his. Before he can react, I trap his left foot with mine and buck as I roll us over.

Just like I did with Luca, I begin to pound into him, getting him a few times in that scruffy chin and a couple of punches to his ribs.

When he gets in a slap, which he seems reluctant to do, it’s powerful enough to make my ears ring.

This might be a good point to plan my retreat.

One, two more punches which he barely manages to deflect, and I launch myself off him. He grabs hold of my ankle just as I’m about to run, and I fall once again to the ground.

Jesus, he’s fast.

I twist in his hand and throw my free leg against his chin. He drops to his knees and I spring away from him, sliding into a nearby bush. I go completely still.

From my position, I have a narrow view of him. He gets up but doesn’t approach, remaining where he is in that small illuminated clearing, turning in place as he scans the area for me. But I have the advantage. I’m small, dressed in a black biker suit, and cloaked by shadows.

Even so, he stops as he faces me. Does he sense me? Did my blond hair give me away?

Blood rushes to every limb and I fight the urge to flee. Instead, I force my muscles to loosen and my pounding heart to slow.

Finally, his stance relaxes, his shoulders dropping an inch as he straightens his spine. The search for me is over, but he stays where he is a little longer, his gaze cast in my direction.

He wipes blood from his lip and stares at it. Then, he grins in that way men do when they get a girl’s number. Cocky and sure of himself, like he scored something big.

With one last upward tug of his mouth, he turns and limps away.

A long time passes before I dare to move, and when I do, it’s cautiously. Because I realize that my initial assessment of that man was correct. Heisdangerous. Dangerous tome.

And yes. He’s definitely got my number.

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