What thefuckis wrong with me?
My body doesn’t seem to know the difference between threat and thrill anymore—not when it comes to them.
And Rule? I’m sure he fucking knows it.
He probably fuckingfeedsoff it.
He hums low, and the sound vibrates through my body like a dark promise. The blade shifts, pressing deeper against the sensitive skin of my throat. Not cutting, just threatening. A whisper of danger, sharp and intimate.
My breath hitches.
His head cocks slightly, like he’s savoring it.
“I’ll scream,” I grit out, voice strained but defiant. “I’ll scream loud enough the whole fucking forest will hear.”
He leans in closer, and the blade follows—still flush to my skin, making every inhale feel like it could be the last.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs. “Scream for me.”
My lips part, fury and humiliation mixing in my throat like acid.
“But if you’re going to make noise,” he continues, calm and deliberate, “don’t lie about what it’s really for.”
I freeze.
“Don’t pretend it’s fear when I know you’re soaked through your goddamn underwear,” he says, voice like a scalpel—precise, cutting, true. “You want to scream?”
The knife shifts again, lower now, trailing with purpose down the center of my chest, barely grazing cloth, just enough to make me tense beneath him.
“Go on, little storm, scream for me,” he breathes, close enough I feel the heat of it. “Begfor me.”
My heart slams against my ribs.
He’s waiting.
Poised.
Ready to rip the truth from my throat one way or another.
And the worst part?
My silenceisn’tdenial.
It’s shame tangled in want, and fury wrapped in the kind of arousal that should never fucking exist—butdoes.
God help me, itdoes.
Chapter 28
Rule
Shethinksshehatesthis.
But her body tells me otherwise.
The tremble in her thighs. The flush blooming across her chest where her top dips just low enough for me to see the heat rising. The subtle grind of her hips beneath mine—slow, searching, betraying her need like it’s instinct.
She’s fighting it. Of course she is.