Page 154 of God of War (Legacy of Gods)

“So you can keep fucking me from behind?” Her head is turned sideways, but she’s not looking at me, her lips set in a line. Her face is flushed and dripping with both desire and defiance.

I can smell one of her tantrums from a mile away, which is a good sign, all things considered, but I still shouldn’t feed her drama-prone existence.

With one last slap, I release her. “Precisely.”

I walk to her bathroom and wet a towel with warm water, quickly wipe my cock clean, and tuck myself back in before I grab another towel and go back.

My wife is still in the same position, but her legs are in the air, crossed at the ankles as she stares at the bathroom door.

Her expression is softer now, and some mascara is running down from her eyes, because she cries during sex, apparently.

And she couldn’t look any more beautiful.

“Why do you only touch me from behind?” she asks in a soft voice.

I ignore her and gently wipe my cum from her pussy and then her arse. I do it slowly, reluctant to erase the sign of my ownership from her skin.

“Do you not want to see my face?” Her words crack at the end.

“It’s not that.” I run my fingers over my angry red handprint on her porcelain skin.

“Then what is it?” she insists. “Why can’t we do any positions that involve looking at each other?”

“We’re not lovers. This is only fucking, so I don’t see why we should engage in any form of intimacy.”

She swallows, her face reddens, and I can feel her anger radiating and growing to exponential heights.

But then she flashes me her most fake smile. One that seems only designed for me. She has no problem being like absolute sunshine to everyone else, but God forbid she smile at me.

Though she did tonight, countless times, before I smothered it.

Again.

“You’re right. I’ll take this as an apprenticeship to learn how to please my future lovers.”

My jaw clenches. “You’ll have no future lovers.”

“Says who?”

“The fact that you’re my wife.”

“This marriage is only temporary until I find the love of my life.” She stands up in her full naked glory and hikes her hand on her hip. “Now, run me a bath.”

I have to remind myself that I can’t snap her fucking neck.

And that she’s provoking me on purpose. Her fake sweet smile and honeyed tone give her away.

She’s just fishing for a reaction she won’t get.

I head to the bathroom again and then turn on the faucet to tepid. I add her salts, bath milk, and a dozen other products. I’m checking the temperature when she steps in, leans her head against the pillow, and closes her eyes.

“Anything else, Your Highness?” I ask in a mocking tone.

“A bit hotter would be nice.” She wiggles her toes in the water and releases a long sigh. “More bath milk. The whole bottle, actually.”

I contemplate pouring the thing over her head, but I get distracted by the ethereal view of her pebbled pink nipples peeking through the white surface, slowly being submerged by the water.

“Is that all?” I ask once I’m done.

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