Page 10 of Savage Rule

“Nice to see you’re armed. Would have felt real awful about taking you out if the fight wasn’t at least a little fair,” he mocks.

I snicker. “I don’t need them to fight fair. But they make me look sexy, don’t they?”

It’s a fact that most men are stronger than most women. Stronger than me. That’s why I’ve honed the skills that truly count in a fight. My shot accuracy is unparalleled. My abilities with knives even better. I’ve been trained in martial arts and even created my own version of street fighting.

Add to that my small size and speed, and I can really fuck a guy up before he can eventhinkabout using his strength against me. That’s my key to success.

I slice the blades through the air. He evades my strike to his left, and straight ahead. But when I manage to nick his right arm, he goes down onto his back.

Shocked at how easily he fell, I stare at him for a moment. “I barely scraped you!”

“What the fuck?” He lifts himself onto his elbows and that’s when I notice his foot has gone through one of the ancient floorboards.

“I would have preferred for this to be all my doing, but I’ll take what I can get.” I straddle him and press the blade to his neck. His hand wraps around my wrist and keeps the blade from sliding into his jugular.

A thin red line forms on his skin, and a bead of blood rolls onto the knife. I press harder, but he’s so damned strong it’s impossible to get much deeper.

“That thing you said about the knife?” he says.

“Yeah?” I’m so focused on the spot where the steel of my knife meets his flesh, determined to push it in deeper, that sweat is beginning to form on my brow.

“You don’t need anything to make you look sexier. You’re already the fucking sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

My kill rate is currently at one hundred percent. I’ve never missed a target.

Until now.

What he says is like a powerful punch to the gut and I lift my eyes to his and he gives me a wicked dimpled grin that delivers the final distracting blow.

That’s all he needs.

Next thing I know, my knife goes flying end over end and I’m rolling ontomyback. Gunn comes with me, his hands immediately wrapping around my neck as I slam onto the floor because he knows that if he doesn’t do it now, he won’t have another chance.

Instantly, I work to break his hold on my throat, using all of my experience. First, I try simple self-defense. When that doesn’t work, I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing my thighs as I simultaneously punch his ribs and shoulders.

Not only does he dig his thumbs deeper into my windpipe, but I swear it’s making him hard. There’s a very obvious bulge pressing into my core, and to my horror, I find myself pressing back.

What is this? He’s actively killing me and I’m getting turned on? Is this a new kink for me? Asphyxiation with a dash of murder during sex?

“Fuck no!” I mouth because no sound will come out. I amnotgoing to die and like it!

I grab Gunn’s wrists and attempt sheer brute force, but it’s like trying to peel away steel. Damn, he’s strong. Probably the strongest man I’ve ever fought. This is exactly why it was imperative not to let him get a hold of me.

But at least it’s not effortless on his part. His dark eyes are narrowed and crinkled at the edges. The veins in his temples are bulging and there’s a bead of sweat rolling from his forehead, down to the line of his chiseled jaw.

Even his dimples are engaged as he works to take me out.

Damn, he’s so fucking hot. Is this what his past victims have seen before they met their maker? A sexy dark beast. Terrifyingly gorgeous and powerful.

Precious seconds pass with me not breathing as I stare at him in fascination. They pass and I don’t notice. When I do, it’s too late. I guess it was too late the moment he got his hands around my neck. Maybe even before that, way back when I fought him the first time and liked it.

My vision begins to blur and my arms weaken until they drop.

I’m going to die. There’s no doubt about it. It was going to happen eventually. One of us had to go. Kind of thought it would be him, though.

I peer into his brown eyes and try with all my might to convey some smartass remark he’ll remember forever. Something that will make me his most memorable kill.

All I can muster is a wink. Then it all goes black.

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