Page 31 of God of War

There's something almost feral in his amber gaze, something beautifully unhinged and wildly, desperately, whollymineas he stares down at me. I think he's more himself with his hand around my throat and his cock inside me than he's ever been.

Naz has found where he belongs. He's found his purpose. It's me. It's this. And fucking hell, it's beautiful, twisted devotion.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you, Brynna. Break you open and pour myself inside you. When I'm done, you'll be my perfect little Irish fuck doll, unable to breathe without me."

"Yes," I gasp, the edges of my vision going hazy as I hurtle closer to the edge. "Do it, Naz. I need it. Need you so fucking bad." I want him in my skin, painted inside my veins like a tattoo.

He snarls, and then his hand is gone from my throat. Before I can protest the loss or appreciate the rush of air, he flips me onto my stomach. His cock never even leaves my body.

He drapes himself over me, his chest against my back as he slides a hand into my hair. I cry out as he forces my head back, baring my throat to him.

"Your body is mine now," he rasps, against my ear, rolling his hips. His cock drags along my walls, hitting something deep inside me that makes me quiver and wail. "Your pleasure belongs to me."

"Yes, yes," I chant, unable to deny it.

His hand tightens in my hair as his other arm bands around my waist, hauling my hips up to meet his thrusts. He pounds into me again and again, wrecking and ruining me, leaving me shattered and scattered and so damn high on him, nothing else matters..

His teeth scrape the side of my throat before settling against my ear. "This is what we are together,mi luz, mi alma, mi amor," he breathes, panting for breath as he drives into me again and then again. "This is who we are."

He's right. We aren't predator and pawn, destined for destruction. We're something else…something far more profound. We're simply Naz and Brynna, irrevocably tied to one another despite my family or his organization. Despite our world. Despite everything.

We're as inevitable as the tide, as unavoidable as war.

I don't break. I surrender—to it, to him—and willingly hand over my soul.

He cranes my head back, forcing me to arch into him. I feel every ridge of his cock dragging along my walls, stretching me, reaching the deepest parts of me.

"Let go for me,mi amor," he rasps against the shell of my ear. "Fall apart on my cock like you were fucking born to do."

"Naz," I sob as he turns my face toward his. His mouth crashes against mine, his kiss consuming. I bow to him…fall to him. And shatter.

Ecstasy licks along my nerve endings, igniting me from the inside out. I whimper into his mouth as the waves slam into me, stealing sight and sound. Stealing here and now. Stealing everything but him and the hot pulse of his cum as he groans my name like a prayer…and falls to me, giving me everything he has.

All the way down to his beautiful, monstrous soul.

Chapter Nine

Brynna

"Idon't want to go," I admit, my bottom lip quivering as Naz and I say goodbye a few blocks away from my father's house.

He reaches out, stroking the back of his hand down my jaw, his eyes soft. "I'll break you out without hesitation, little one. Just say the word."

I know he means it. If I call him for a rescue, he won't even hesitate to show up on my father's doorstep. He'll bring an army if that's what it takes. And he won't leave without me.

But…I don't want it to come to that. If there's a way out of this without more bloodshed, I want to find it. Despite their flaws, despite everything, I love my father and Niall, and I know they love me in the same fierce way. They aren't bad men. They're simply men, just like Naz. They're flawed and complicated and frustrating as hell. But they're my men, my family.

If there's a way out of this…well, there has to be a way out of this.

"Just let me try," I whisper. It's all I can do. Try. Go reassure my father and brother that I'm alive and try to keep them from escalating this war any further.

Naz jerks his chin in a nod, his amber eyes glittering with repressed emotion. "Be careful, Brynna. If they try to keep you from me…"

"They won't," I hurry to say, my soul quivering. "I'll stick to the story. It'll be fine." I place my hand on his arm, trying to calm him. "Just let me try, Naz. Please."

He exhales a sharp breath, and then nods again, his thumb against my bottom lip. "Do what you must,mi amor. I made my promise already. I won't break it."

I practically fling myself across the console against his chest, pressing my lips to his. He consumes me with his kiss again, searing his brand onto my soul, into my lungs. I accept it willingly, eagerly, breathing my own back into him.

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