Page 15 of God of War

Tingling pressure builds inside me and I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling. This chick isn’t getting me there on her own, so I tangle my fist in her hair and buck my hips until my cock jams down the back of her throat. She coughs around me, choking, and the feeling hums up my shaft and into my balls. It’s the degradation, using her, that really gets me off, and luckily she’s on board.

“Fuck… Gonna come,” I grunt. “You’re gonna swallow, right?”

She blinks away mascara-tears and nods.

My climax is sharp and unsatisfying, but the chick does as she’s told and keeps sucking until I pull her off. She grins and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

“Whatever. Don’t touch my fucking toothbrush.”

She stands and adjusts her mini skirt. A moment later, the bathroom door clicks shut.

As I tuck my softening dick away and zip up my jeans, I catch sight of my knuckles. Jagged white scars criss-cross the skin, a reminder of every punch thrown, every jaw shattered under my fists. I stretch out my hands and feel my joints pop.

Booze. That’s what I need.

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The brothers make space for me as I stride towards the long wooden bar that runs the length of the room. Even if they didn’t know me by reputation, the officer patch on my cut tells them that I’m higher up the food chain than them, so they’d better stay the fuck out of my way.

“Hey, Ares. What can I getcha?”

Sadie’s a sweetheart. Nobody will ever hear me say that, but she is. Bright and bubbly, with a wicked smile, and an ass that looks amazing in those little cut-off shorts she always wears. If she wasn’t already claimed by Reaper, I would’ve considered making her mine.

Reaper, the guy who had the enforcer title before me, stepped back from the club for awhile to raise his kid niece, but now that she’s not so much a kid anymore (and dating one of the other brothers, I’ve heard), Griff took him back. Made us ‘co-enforcers’, like this is some after-school debate team instead of a fucking biker gang.

I’m… fine with it.

I think.

There’s a part of me that just wishes Reaper would take it all; the bullets, the blood, the pain. I think maybe I’ve had my fill. But I can’t walk away. I owe this club too much.

“Tequila,” I tell her. Sadie reaches for a shot glass and I shake my head. “The bottle’s fine.”

She just nods, but I see the little tic that sends her eyebrow arching up.

“You got something to say, Sadie?”

“Me? No,” she replies as she thunks the bottle onto the bar. I pop the top and take a swig, suddenly feeling calmer as the liquid burns a line of fire down my throat.

“Just that Bear’s had to put in a special order ‘cause of you.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

She props her elbows on the bar and leans forward. She probably doesn’t mean to give me an eyeful of her tits, but she does anyway.

“You okay, Ares?”

“I don’t need you to be my therapist. I only want two things from you, Sadie, and you already served me a fucking drink, so…”

I lift my eyebrows and she lurches back, her cheeks burning pink. I can tell I’ve flustered her. Made her uncomfortable.

“You’re lucky I know you’re not this much of an asshole when you’re sober, Ares, otherwise I’d get Reaper to kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see him try.”

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