The Fighter Who Stole My Heart: Chapter 4

The Rules We Break

He kissed me like a dare.

Rough palms cupped my jaw, and his mouth claimed mine with unapologetic heat. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to. My hands found the lines of his chest, the scars and the sweat, and pulled him closer.

“This isn’t safe,” I gasped.

“No,” he said. “But you feel alive, don’t you?”

In his apartment—bare, dark, unfinished—we became something primal. I didn’t know I could burn like this. I didn’t know my body could beg.

But he knew. He knew exactly how to make me come undone.

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