Page 53 of God of War

“Nothing, never mind,” she mumbles. She hugs her arms around herself. Anger flares in me.

“Never mind?” I bark, taking a long stride towards her. Her eyes flick up to mine, flashing wide. “Are you kidding me right now? I told you to stay put, and instead I see you getting pawed at by some asshole.”

“I… I was handling it.”

I snort and look away, the anger inside turning into something possessive. “I should’ve ripped his throat out,” I mutter darkly.

“Why?”

Her question catches me off guard. Simple and innocent. I look back at her, to her eyes softening, her lips parting. The night around us is hot, making it hard to breath. I suck air through my teeth.

“Because he touched you. Nobody’s allowed to touch you.”

Her lip trembles and her throat bobs with a nervous swallow. “I thought you might be with Shan.”

“Who?”

“The waitress. From earlier.”

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Clearly.” She pauses. Chews on her lip. God, I need her to stop doing that. Her bottom lip is plump and rosy. It shines with her spit as it pops loose from between her teeth. “How much did you get?”

It takes me a second to understand her question, but I can’t focus. I still haven’t gotten what I want from my own question and it buzzes in my head, an insect going around and around.

“Why would you care?”

“About what?”

“If I was with some fucking waitress,” I snap.

She swallows again. Her tits rise and fall, practically busting out of that dress. That fucking Little Miss County Fair dress. I want to bend her over in that dress. I want to do fucking filthy things to her in that dress.

But I can’t. Goddamnit, I can’t. Even my own mind recoils in horror at the things I’m imagining. I can’t do any of that with her, no matter how much my caveman-self wants to. I take a step forward. My hands find her arms. Hold her tight. A little shake and she squeaks in surprise.

“Answer me.”

I’m playing with fire, but I can’t stop myself. This is different kind of fight to the one in the basement, one I’m losing. Delaney takes a shuddering breath.

“B-because I was j-jealous. Of the way you looked at her.”

“And how did I look at her?”

“Like you wanted her. I want…”

Her tongue flicks out, wetting her bottom lip to make it shiny again. My fingers dig into her flesh. I’m probably getting blood on her, I can smell it in the air.

“Say it.”

“I want you to look at me like that. I want you to want me.”

It happens too fast. Like a freak wave slamming into the shore. I crush my mouth against hers, greedy and desperate. Her lips part and a soft, needy whine drifts to my ears, making my dick pulse. I sweep my tongue across her lips and she welcomes me in, her head lolling back. I sweep one hand up her arm, across her shoulder, and tangle it in her hair at the back of her neck, gripping her firmly and holding her in place. I can’t stop. Don’t want to ever, ever stop.

Next thing I know, I spin her around and I push her up against the wall. She moans into my mouth and rocks forward, her body lining up with my own. I buck my hips, grinding my cock against her stomach. She whimpers, her body shuddering all over.

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