Page 35 of Broken Saint

She blanched, her face drained of all color. I could practically smell her fear. "You already knew," I let loose with a string of curses. I stalked around the table and pulled her to me. "You need to tell me what else is going on, Nova. If you know how dangerous he is you aren't safe around him, and that is one hundred percent unacceptable. You being with him—? It’s not going to happen."

She took a step back. "You can't tell me what to do, Rock. This isn't us playing games in the bedroom. This is my life, and I make the choices. All of them."

"Not when it comes to this. Trust me, Nova. I know what I'm talking about. Someone like him will get you killed. Is that what you want?"

She kept trying to back away, and I wouldn't allow it. For every step back she took, I took two forward until her back hit the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Vegas strip. I braced my hands on either side of her head and caged her in.

"Of course, I don't want to die. If you knew me better you wouldn't have to ask that."

"I know you better than you think." I bent low and bit at her bottom lip.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

This conversation had taken a turn in the wrong direction. My temper was getting the best of me, and that wasn't acceptable.

"It means that I won't be dismissed that easily, babe. It also means the game you and I are playing has changed as well."

"What are the new rules?" she quipped sarcastically.

"That's just it." I nipped again at the skin just below her ear. "There are no fucking rules."

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