War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

“You’re wrong if you think that angers me.” His smile is menacing. “Everything you are has been made for me.”

“I saw you, and for the first time, I wanted.” His words pucker my flesh. “And so, I took.”

“I am yours and you are mine, Miriam—” I quake at those words. “—but I am not like you, and you should never forget that.”

Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“A week ago, your people brutalized you,” he says, “and still you think they should be spared?”

There’s a very big difference between wanting to fuck a pretty man versus being his.

“I don’t want to be awake when you’re asleep. Talking with you reminds me of how lonely it is to exist.”

“Tell me something beautiful.” I’m not sure I heard the horseman correctly. He wants to hear about something beautiful? I didn’t think a man like War had room in him for something like beauty.

“So, you find love beautiful, Miriam?” he asks. “No,” I say, my eyes meeting his in the near-darkness. “Not love itself.” Everything I’ve ever loved I’ve lost. There’s no beauty in that. “It’s the power of love that I find beautiful.”

“Now, come to me,” he says. His voice has gone rougher, deeper. “Show me what I’ve bought myself.”

“I want to see your pretty breasts,” he says, his voice gravelly.

“I want more than your body, wife, and I won’t fully have you until you surrender yourself to me.”

“Your mouth against me—it’s the most exquisite pain, wife.” I’m happy he thinks that because my God, this man’s dick is going to break my jaw.

“I may know every language, wife,” he says, his sex-roughened voice extra deep, “but I have no words for what I feel right now.”

“Yes, Miriam, we’re doing this again. And again. And again.” He pulls away long enough to look up the line of my body. “My wife,” he says, “I look forward to this trade.”

“Wife, I’m not going to eat you if you move in—well, I will eat you, but I know you enjoy that sort of thing.”

“Just because War won’t let you suck it himself doesn’t mean you have to get jealous.”

Being with you makes me feel as though I have swallowed the sun. Everything is brighter, fuller, better because of you.”

For my ferocious wife and child. I am hoping that if I feed you while I sleep, you won’t try to stab me again. Consider this a peace offering.