Page 14 of War's Witch
The room is clean, which surprises me, and I giggle.
“What are you giggling about?” His hands snake around my waist, pulling me close to him.
His lips find my neck, and he kisses before he nips at me, making my knees weak.
“I was thinking how clean your room is. Did you have one of your club girls clean it so anyone you picked up tonight wouldn’t be grossed out?” I rock my ass into his hard cock, making him growl.
“Lottie had the rooms cleaned for guests. I have not touched any woman in weeks.”
A flash of jealousy rushes through me, not liking the idea of him being with another woman.
Stupid, I know, but the feeling takes a hold of me.
I go to step away, but he grips me tighter.
“Nope. Not fucking happening. Clear your head; it will be you riding my cock, no one else. It will be my cock filling you up so fucking good that you will be feeling me for days.”
“Then show me,” I purr.
That makes him move.
We are stripped out of our clothes so fast my head spins but damn, what a fucking sight I see before me.
War is all fucking muscles and tattoos. Both arms are covered in intricate designs that span across his chest and over his shoulders.
“Fuck me, you are hot.” I step to him, my hands going to his chest. His eyes close and he breathes deeply.
I watch as his body tenses. His nostrils flare, and I get the feeling that this is something big for him, both mentally and physically.
“We do not have to do this, War.” My voice is quiet.
Never would I force a man to be with me. It is not that I think he does not find me attractive—very recent events have made that perfectly clear—but this feels like he is struggling with something deeper.
There’s a fragility in the way he stands in front of me now, with a tremor in his breath. My hands linger on his chest, feeling how fast his heart is beating. Tonight is about trust and choice.
His eyes open, and he holds my gaze, raw and exposed. What happened to him?
He inhales deeply, looking into my soul, and he shakes his head.
“You are not getting away from me that easily. I plan on making you scream my name all night.” It is like whatever he was struggling with got buried somewhere, where he can deal with it later.
A thought rushes to the front of my mind and I almost jerk away from him.
“Are you married, War?” Fuck me, why did I not think of that? He is struggling being with me because he has a fucking wife at home.
Something flashes in his eyes and he grits his teeth.
“I am not married,” he hisses. “Now shut the fuck up andget on the bed. On your hands and knees, baby. I want to fuck you so hard your ass jiggles.”
“No wife?” I repeat.
This time he shakes his head, growling, and I am both turned on and a little confused at his behavior over mentioning a wife.
Licking my lips, I assume the position on the bed and wiggle my butt at him. He growls, then I feel the sting of his palm.
I fucking love being spanked.
“You are a fucking witch sent to put a spell on me, Cleo. Never have I wanted a woman like I want you right now.”
