Filthy Gods (American Gods, #0.5)
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Read between February 25 - February 27, 2024
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He was a mere man, I knew that, but he and his friends were treated like gods. It didn’t help they looked like it, too. Intimidating, perfect and deadly.
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There was something untouchable, something holy and unholy about the boys. Sacred and sinful all at once. Bastards of Grace. Fame, wealth and power poured out of them. They were the things of legends and myths.
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“I am also aware of the tension between us,” he whispered, tilting his head to the side as he scanned my reddening features. “It’s destructive, to say the least. It affects my focus because you’re very, very distracting. And I don’t do distractions, sweetheart.”
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“Women don’t distract me.” He moved closer and we only had a tiny space between us. I could feel the heat from his large body and my knees shook. “You distract me, Juliette, and I need to remedy that as soon as possible.”
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“These dark sable strands. So tempting, so arousing. I imagined how silky your hair would feel in my hands.”
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“Would you fight me the whole way through if we fucked? Even when I’m deep inside of your pussy, owning, possessing you? My cock swelling, leaking inside of you? Would you fight me for making you come even then?”
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“Don’t deny it, sweetheart, I bet your pussy is wet for me as we speak.” At my silence, a smirk curled his lips upward. “It is, isn’t it?”
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He’d keep my secret and we’d rid ourselves of what was between us.
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We were combustible and a destructive force to both of us.
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Sex wasn’t something that could be learned from books.
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she's such an idiot.
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“I’ve always loved imagining this smart, elegant mouth wrapped around my cock.”
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“A prick. An asshole. But you like that about me.”
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A corner of his mouth twitched. The beginning of a rare smile. “Yet here you are, on your knees in front of me, for an entirely different reason than last time, Juliette. Didn’t you say it would never happen again?”
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“Bend over, Juliette.” His husky voice echoed in the room. “Experto crede.” Trust the expert.
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“I don’t care about your clothes, sweetheart; I care about what’s underneath them,”
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“You’re wet for me, Juliette, and I haven’t even touched you,”
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His words, his words alone had the power to ignite me. His golden words.
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“You know, I used to imagine cornering you against a bookshelf in the library and taking you…like this, exposed and raw and with no restraint,” he hissed through his teeth. “Do you want me to take you, Juliette? Do you want to know what I feel like inside of you?”
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“It’s been a long time coming, Juliette. Us, this, my cock filling you up so good. Finally, we’re dealing with this energy between us,”
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“All I had to do was arouse you with my words and you became undone.”
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But I couldn’t deny how good his hands had felt on my hips, in my hair, inside of me. So deep inside of me. Or how his words lit a fire that wouldn’t burn out.
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Just like that, his eyes set me on fire and made my legs tremble, my core throbbing and aching for him to fill me again.
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“Good.” He looked far too smug. “I’m the only bastard who gets your wrath.”
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“She doesn’t get me hard like you do.”
ari
And they say romance is dead?
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He never let others control him. He never let others dictate his time or presence. He was steel and iron. Forged and unbreakable. I felt like delicate glass in his powerful hands.
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“But no one else can have your body or your mind.”
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“I was inside you just hours ago, yet it feels like an eternity has gone by.”
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“Tell me you’re mine, Juliette. Tell me who owns this pussy for the summer.”
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I was the maid; he was the owner’s son. I was a poor girl; he was a god.
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“I wasn’t eye fucking her. There’s only one person I want to eye fuck—or fuck at all—and she’s standing right in front of me.”
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“Life is ten percent what happens to you; ninety percent is how you react to it. I chose not to engage.”
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When I turned to smile at Nathaniel, he was already watching me. Watching me in a way that took my breath away. In a way no person had ever looked at me.
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The people most important to me always vanished and I was better to leave before they disappeared.
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“Ad astra.”  I shivered at his voice, at his words. To see the stars.
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His ocean eyes, dark and hard—held the universe in them. A universe he was offering to me.
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Then he stole my mouth, my body, and my mind all at once under the Fourth of July fireworks.
ari
STOP I’M MELTING
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I found the most comfort in books though. When everyone around me was too busy to talk to me, I read. It was my only solace, my only comfort at night.
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relatable
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I had sought peace from my life in words.
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Each morning when the sun rose, I found myself wishing I could stay in his arms, stay in the darkness and live there with him.
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Somehow, I had given him my body, my soul, and now my heart.
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“No woman has ever had such an intense effect on me.” His eyes lifted and sought mine, heated and dark and endless. “Just you, Juliette. And I want more of it.”
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“You’re a god, Nathaniel Radcliffe,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark mane, pulling hard. “A filthy god.”
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“How does it feel to finally have me on my knees for you, Nathaniel,” I said lowly, careful not to touch him.
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“Stop fucking teasing and let me fuck your mouth,” he snapped, but the words held no bite, only consuming, unspent desire.
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“That mouth could bring past empires to their knees,”
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“For the first time in my fucking existence, I have no words.”
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“You’re just as filthy when you want to be, sweetheart.”
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“No one hurts what’s mine, Juliette.”
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I wanted to be Nathaniel’s and I wanted him to be mine.
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“You’re forgetting, sweetheart, who we are,” he whispered into my damp hair. His fingers played with my strands and he breathed me in. “We’re bastards with too much power.”
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