Page 87 of Rules

Groaning, his hands slide down to the small of my back and pull me closer. My whole body presses into his and leaves me breathless.

I should be scared, repulsed really. With everything I’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours, I shouldn’t want his touch. But I do. Oh, how I do.

“Does this feel like I don’t want you?” he whispers in my ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

As if to say he agrees, his cock twitches against me, and I can’t help but whimper.

“Maybe my body.”

“Not just your body.” Max pushes my hair back, lifting my face to look at him. “I want your all, Brook.” Those gray irises stare into me with such intensity it’s impossible to look away. “Your all, Brook,” he repeats. “Your body. Your mind. Your heart. And your very soul. It all belongs to me.”

His words ring in my mind as his mouth assaults mine. There is no finesse, no tenderness. Today he’s taking what he wants, and I’m powerless.

Powerless to resist him.

Powerless to resist myself.

Powerless to resist this desire and need that’s been growing between us since I laid my eyes on him.

His big hands cradle my cheeks, not letting me move one inch—not like I’d actually do it—as his mouth ravishes mine. His tongue seeks entrance, owning my mouth with sure, dominant strokes.

Sighing into him, my tongue returns his strokes, my whole body shivering with need. I grip his forearms, holding on for dear life.

“Brook…” My name is a low growl coming off his lips, deep and sexy as hell. His lips press harder, tongue dives deeper, bringing out a moan of my own. My whole body answers his call, and I can’t help myself. My thighs clench tighter around him, pulling him into me more.

He was right.

He does own me.

Maybe I don’t want it.

I sure as hell don’t like it.

But it’s true.

Maximillian Sanders has somehow found his way into my life, into my heart. No matter how much I tried to push him away, he found a way to break through.

My final rule broken from one look of his steely eyes.

My hands slide over his forearms and onto his chest. Max’s heart beats wildly, yet somehow in tune with mine.

His fingers play with the edge of my shirt before they slip underneath the hem. Naked skin touching naked skin as my whole body wakens in awareness. The warmth of his touch spreading through my whole body.

“Max…” I gasp, breaking the kiss to breathe in so much needed air. Air he apparently doesn’t need, because he keeps kissing me. My cheek, my jaw, and my neck. With soft kisses, he traces my skin, committing to memory the lines of my face.

One of my hands dips into his strands, trying to find a semblance of control. I want to let go, I really do, but I can’t.

It took me so long to get it back, to reassure myself that I’m okay. That I’m safe and that nobody can touch me. And still, I have nightmares.

I push the always-present memories back, returning to this moment.

To this now.

Tugging at his hair, I stop him from placing another kiss on the hollow of my shoulder. Max lifts his head, dazzling, passion-filled eyes looking at me.

My fingers brush against his cheek, feeling that constant current vibrating underneath my skin every time we touch.

I pull him in for a kiss.

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