Page 45 of Savage Rule

For nearly twenty-four hours we’ve been fucking, sleeping, eating, and fucking some more. We’ve defiled every part of her tiny one bedroom, and I’m not anywhere near satisfied. If I call Luca, I’ll have to end this before I’m done.

It’s not just her body that has me evading Luca. I’m fascinated by her. She’s become this puzzle I want to solve in its entirety. I want to… No. Ineedto know what makes her tick. Why she fights me with every fiery cell in her body, yet surrenders under my touch. Why she laughs with abandon, but her green eyes are filled with shadows. Why she’s the villain, but protected a girl with her life. Why does she cut herself? Who is this innocent life she took?

I need to know the answers to this to justify the fact that while she’s my enemy, all I want to do is keep her for myself.

However, as much as I want to unlock all of her secrets and set myself free from whatever the fuck this twisted attraction is, I won’t push her again. She opened up to me, gave me a glimpse, then slammed the door shut.

“I want to show you something,” I tell her.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Want to come on a ride with me?”

“Are you taking me in?”

I graze her cheek with the back of my hand. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet. Just thought we could use some fresh air.”

She nods. “It probably wouldn’t hurt to get some clothes on for a minute. Where do you want to go?”

“Well, you’ve showed me yours, it’s only fair I show you mine. Puts us on a level playing field.”

Her lips pull into a wide smile. “I do like playing with you.”

“Me too.” I bring her to me and kiss her deeply, breathing her in.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re dressed, me in my black Korn T-shirt and her in a deep blue biker suit that hugs every curve like a second skin. God, I love her in those outfits.

“What?” she asks when I stare at her like a lion would a prime steak.

“You look good enough to eat.”

“We can do that instead.” She gives me a coy smile.

“I plan to. After our ride.”

We go downstairs to the tiny garage she rents. She insisted I park my motorcycle in here, in case anyone driving by recognized it.

She peers out a small window that faces the street. “Looks clear. Where do you want to go?”

“Just a place.”

Her face snaps to mine as she manually lifts the garage door. “Just a place?”

“Yeah. Figured we could use a change of scenery.” I throw my leg over my Ducati and pat the seat behind me.

“On your bike?” She gives me a sexy smile and sways her hips as she comes toward me. Her fingers dance over my back and down my chest. Then she moves to the front fender. Narrowing her eyes, she asks, “Is this the bike you chased me on the first time we met?”

I chuckle. “It is.”

“You hit me with this thing before you shot my back tire. Do you know my Ninja was totaled? That’s why I got this one.” She points to the black beauty parked beside mine. “Not to mention this apartment.”

“Then I did us a favor. Now we have a secret place to fuck.”

She taps on the scratches still evident on the paint. “Why haven’t you gotten it fixed? I’m sure you have the money.”

Shrugging, I say, “A memento of the way we met.”

“God, you’re cheesy.”

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