Page 21 of God of War

God. What is he doing to me? What is he turning me into?

I moan brokenly as he fucks me with his fingers, stroking deep. Within seconds, I'm on the edge of something earth-shattering.

"Look at you," he breathes. "You're so fucking beautiful letting me wreck you. Do you feel it yet?"

"F-feel what?" I gasp, quivering on the edge of something so deep it's terrifying.

His lips slide along my cheek, seeking my ear. "You, handing your soul to the fucking devil," he breathes before nipping the shell of my ear.

The combination of his sharp bite and his words splinters me apart. I shatter with a cry, his name a broken prayer on my lips. And in that moment, I feel him slip into place in my soul, claiming a little corner of it as his own.

"Good girl,mi alma," he breathes against my skin, working me through every last aftershock. "Good girl."

"Naz," I whimper, pressing my face against his throat as my heart races and I gasp for breath. Bliss slides through my veins, turning me inside out.

Did I just hand the devil my soul? Probably.

Do I regret it? Not even a little bit.

"Brynna," he whispers back, nuzzling his face against me in a way that's achingly sweet. God, this man is nothing like I expected, and somehow, everything I expected at the same time.

The shrill ring of my phone shatters the moment before we can say anything else. I try to ignore it, desperate to cling to the blissful haze surrounding me, but it refuses to relent.

"Fuck," Naz mutters, lifting his head to look at me. Frustration burns in his gaze as if he knows exactly like I do that the ringing phone signals the end of our afternoon together. "You should probably get that,mi cielito."

I nod reluctantly, fumbling to pull the phone from my pocket. As soon as I see Niall's name flashing across the screen, dread washes through me. My last class isn't even over yet. He shouldn't be calling me for another hour. Whatever he wants probably isn't good.

"It's my brother," I whisper, my heart sinking.

Naz nods, his jaw tight. Understanding flickers in his eyes even as his lips compress into a thin line. He gently slips his fingers from my body, setting me on my feet.

I take a breath, already missing his heat, and then swipe to answer the call, my hand trembling as I put the phone to my ear. "Niall? Why are you calling me in the middle of class? What's wrong?"

I watch as Naz tucks his still hard cock back into his pants, his eyes locked on my face.

"Where on campus are you?" Niall's voice is tense, strained. Something is wrong. "I'm on my way to get you."

"What? Why? I have another class."

"Sorry, baby sis. Not today, you don't. 'Da wants you home."

"But…"

"Where are you, Brynna?"

"Dodd Hall," I whisper, meeting Naz's gaze. "What's going on, Niall?"

"There's been a development with Naz," he says. "You don't need to worry about it. 'Da just wants you home until it blows over."

"Blows over?" I narrow my eyes, my heart pounding. "What are you talking about? What happened?"

"See you in ten," he says, hanging up on me.

I huff a breath, squeezing my eyes closed as frustration and confusion swirl through me, alongside a healthy dose of fear.

God, what did they do?

"What's wrong,mi alma?" Naz asks, reaching out to stroke my cheek.

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