Page 37 of Savage Rule

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“God, kid. I could never hate you,” I whisper.

Then, when I unfold the paper and see what she’s sent me, I know that whatever it is I actually feel for that girl is as far from hate as you can get. It’s the sketch of Rage she swears manifestedme. Except she’s made an addition to it. There’s something new in Rage’s hand.

A scarlet gun.

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GUNN

“What happened to never again?”

“Did I say that?” I push Scarlet back into her apartment and kick the door shut behind me.

“Just last night.”

“You must have misunderstood.” I pull my shirt over my head with one hand at the same time as I work the button on my jeans. “I meant, once more.”

She begins to strip, first her shirt and bra, then kicking off her pants and panties. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you really meant. That’s why I didn’t leave.”

We come together at the same time, arms wrapped around each other, our mouths crashing. The taste of her red lipstick fills my mouth the way I fantasized about for months. Her bare nipples press against my chest, little pebbles that beg to be teased.

I release her and drop to my knees so that I can bury my face into the silken skin between her perfect tits. Her scent surrounds me. It invades my fucking brain and takes control of my higher thinking abilities. All I have to go on is primal instincts.

And every instinct tells me she’s mine.

Her fingers dig into my scalp as I move to her left breast and suck on the hard tip.

“Yes,” she hisses.

It’s insane how much this woman turns me on, so much so, that even her soft whimpers as I worship her nipples has my balls ready to pop.

“Fuck, Peaches. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good. I like crazy.”

“I just bet you do.” Chuckling, I stand and lift her up. Her legs instantly come around my waist, and I walk us to her table. I lay her onto her back, and take a moment to enjoy the sight of her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her hands roaming her own body. She bends her knees and plants her feet by her ass, spreading her legs, her sweet pussy opening for me.

I like that she’s not shy about her sexuality. As long as it’s only with me.

“Do you play with yourself?” I ask, my gaze fixed on her glistening slit.

She gives me a wicked smile and touches her pussy. “Always.”

“What do you think of?”

“You’ve been a regular in my fantasies.” She touches the bulge in my pants with a slender foot. “What about you?”

I bend over and kiss her just below her belly button. “Lately, all I can think about is this.”

Dragging a chair closer, I sit. A man ready to devour his feast.

And she knows it too.

She’s breathing hard, her fingers kneading at the table beneath her as I pull her so that her core is close to the edge. Under the hanging pendant light, I can see the glint of the moisture that begins to build there that tells me she’s turned on by this.

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