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I nodded, understanding what he wasn’t saying. It was that gray area again. A man who didn’t protect his daughter only protected his son because he was protecting himself.

Amber’s story differed only in that hers would be considered premeditated. But what she did was no less astonishing thanGunner protecting his sister. She was protecting herself. The only way she knew how.

What I did was a combination of both. In the heat of the moment, I protected myself the only way I could. But by killing Greg, I also protected countless women that he would never get the chance to assault. Men like him didn’t stop until someone stopped them.

I could see that now.

I could accept what I did with a clear conscience, knowing that if I found myself in that position again, I would do the same thing without thought. Only next time, I wouldn’t question the right and wrong.

I would accept the gray.

I would revel in it.

“Gunner?”

“Yea, baby?”

“Fuck me.”

The shock that took over was almost comical. The switch from a serious conversation to the bluntness of my command confused him for a moment. Then his gaze turned heated. A searing lust overtook me at the smile that spread across his face. A smile that promised debauchery. An experience that I was not only unfamiliar with but also maybe a little wary of.

Gunner jackknifed off the couch, never losing his hold on me. He carried me toward the stairs. He didn’t kiss me, and I was a little disappointed. Every guy I had ever been with started with kissing. It was the warmup to the warmup.

And I just plain liked kissing him.

So, it hurt when I leaned forward to kiss him and he pulled back.

“Let’s get one thing straight before I take you upstairs and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You are not incontrol, little lamb. I give the commands, and you obey them. You ok with that?”

Shit, was I?

His expression was a blank mask. I couldn’t read him other than his desire to have me. I was unsure what to expect.

More of what you had before?

Oh, I did enjoy that. The way his mouth moved over me, his tongue probing me, bringing me to the brink then pushing me over. Even the slap against my piercing, while it hurt, it was… dare I say it?

A good hurt.

A stirring hurt.

An illicit hurt that promised more pleasure from the pain.

“I’m waiting, Haizley.”

“Yes,” I whispered almost imperceptibly.

I barely heard the word slip from my lips, but I knew it was enough for him to hear it when a sultry smile bridged the width of his cheeks.

Clearly happy with my answer, Gunner leaned forward and kissed me. He spoke with his mouth in a way I had never understood was possible. There were no words. The way his lips slanted over mine promised more than any word in the English language could express.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, causing a gasp that was swallowed by his mouth as he devoured mine. His tongue licked over my lips before plunging into my mouth, exploring and tasting, pulling whimpers and mewls from me with every swipe.

His hands on my ass tightened, massaging my globes as we stood at the bottom of the stairs. Gunner used the leverage to grind himself against me, causing heat and moisture to pool between my legs with every sensation.

“Gunner, please take me upstairs.”

“I love hearing you beg, baby. Are you wet for me?”

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