Page 35 of God of War

The destruction that rains down doesn't calm the rage pulsing through my veins.

He's wrong, goddamn him. Brynna isn't the source of my weakness. She isn't the reason I hesitate. Whoever the fuck is stabbing me in the back is the one who has me all fucked up in the head. They're the reason I question my decisions, doubt what the fuck I'm doing.

They're a goddamn cancerous rot, infecting everything. They're feeding information to Sullivan, trying to dismantle my entire empire from the inside out. Stealing from me, from everyone.

A soft knock sounds against the door.

"Fuck off!" I roar.

Nicolas doesn't fuck off. The door clicks open, and Brynna steps through.

I'm on my feet, across the office to her in three strides.

"Brynna,mi amor," I breathe, dragging her into my arms before the door even clicks closed behind her. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you," she whispers, melting against me. "I missed you, Naz."

Dio. She's killing me.

"What about your father and brother?"

"They think I'm on campus. They won't come looking," she promises. "They're in some meeting." Her lips slide along the underside of my jaw. "I don't care if they do. I needed your arms around me."

I grip her hips, my cock throbbing at the little thread in her voice. She's horny, aching.Cristo. Brynna wants to come.

"That isn't all you need, is it,mi cielito?" I ask, tipping her head back to brush my lips against hers. "You came here for something more, didn't you?"

She whimpers against my lips.

"Answer me, little one."

"Yes. Please, Naz."

I press the tip of my thumb into her perfect mouth, groaning when she immediately wraps her lips around it, sucking instinctively.Fuck. This perfect littleprincesadoesn't even know what she does to me. "Tell me what you want me to do to you,mi cielito."

Courage flares in her emerald eyes, darkening them. "Use me, Naz. Fuck me."

"How should I use you, hmm?" I press my thumb deeper into her mouth, fascinated by the way she sucks like an obedient little toy. "Should I choke you with my cock, Brynna? See how much you can fit down your pretty little throat?"

"Yes," she whimpers around my thumb.

"Maybe I should press you up against the windows and fuck you in front of the city, let everyone watch you beg me to defile and destroy you."

Shit. Maybe I'll do both, see how much she can take today. I'm in that kind of mood. It seems like maybe she is, too. She came here to fuck, to forget. And I'll be the goddamn master of her memories if that's what she wants.

My fingers tangle in her silky hair as I push firmly against her shoulder, guiding her to her knees. "Be a good girl and take my cock out," I command, my eyes locked on her perfect face. "Wrap those pretty lips around me and choke on it like the obedient little slut you are."

Her hands tremble as she reaches for my belt, fumbling with the buckle. A groan rumbles from my chest as she pulls my zipper down and slips her hand inside, freeing my aching cock.

"Fuck,princesa," I hiss as she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, stroking me like she owns the goddamn thing.

Her tongue darts out, flicking her plump bottom lip like she can already taste me on it, and my cock jerks, precum beading at the tip.

She flicks her gaze up to mine, her emerald eyes dark with desire, silently begging for permission. As if I'm going to tell her no.

I fist my hand in her hair and guide her forward until her lips brush against my head. "Open," I rasp. "Take me deep, little one."

She eagerly parts her lips, enveloping the head of my cock in the hot, wet perfection of that mouth.

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