Page 29 of King of War

She takes a step closer, her tits almost brushing against my chest. “You want to tell that to your dick?” She jerks her chin in his direction.

Yes, my dick is semi-hard, which is difficult to hide in these sweats. And it has fuck all to do with Vanessa.

“It wasn’t like that while you were talking to Vanessa.”

“So you’ve been staring at my dick this whole time?”

“Better than looking at your face.”

“You’re fucking nauseating.”

She tips her head to the side, fiery hazel eyes dancing over my face. “Again, you want to tell that to your⁠—”

“My dick is a fucking fool. He has no idea what a lying cheat you are.” I take a half step closer, and now her juicy tits are pressed against my bare chest. I try to ignore the fact that her nipples are hard, but it’s impossible. My treacherous dick grows even harder. Like I said, he’s a fool. I don’t call her out on the fact her nipples could cut glass right now, don’t want her to know I’ve noticed. No doubt she’d lie and tell me it was the AC making them hard, not fighting with me. “It’s muscle memory, sweetheart. All he remembers is how good it felt to be buried inside your cunt.”

Her eyes narrow to thin slits.

“I made a lot of stupid decisions thinking with my dick where you were concerned, but I don’t do that anymore.” If I did, I’d spin her around, pin her to the wall, and fuck all my rage out on her. I tap my forefinger on my temple. “I much prefer to use my head these days.”

She barks out a laugh, not like the musical one I remember. It’s bitter. Sarcastic. “You really think that?”

“I know it.”

“Oh, Enzo. You try so hard to be the kind of man your father was, but you never will be.”

“Don’t talk about my father, Rayne.”

“Now, he was a man of cold hard logic and reason. It’s what made him so ruthless. But you, my poor deluded Enzo, are nothing like him.”

“You know nothing about me.”

She arches an eyebrow—a challenge.

“I’m not the same person you knew six years ago. That kind of betrayal changes a man.”

I brought up her betrayal to hurt her, to remind her what she did, but it doesn’t slow her down. “Does it though?” she asks sweetly.

What the fuck is her angle here, and why the hell am I even listening to her? “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“You’ve always led with your heart. Always been so driven by your passions and your anger. You’re nothing like your father—but I never said that was a bad thing.”

“I am the man my father raised me to be. You don’t know me anymore. Yeah, I might have been a hothead back then, but that kid you knew is long gone. I’m just as ruthless and cruel as my father was.”

She shakes her head. “Ruthless, absolutely, but never cruel. You can argue with your true nature all you want, Enzo, but you are not like him. And because you tried so hard to be like him, you never fully trusted your own instincts. You have always made decisions with your gut, but you allowed him to get into your head and question those instincts, and then… Well, you got it spectacularly wrong.”

“The only person trying to get into my head is you. It’s only ever been you.”

“No. I was the only person who ever truly believed in you. You can pretend you’re just like him all you want, but you’re still driven by your emotions. Even yesterday…”

There are so many things wrong with what she just said, but I’m focused on the thought she didn’t finish. “What about yesterday?”

“Your father would have put a bullet in my head in that room. No matter who I was to him, no matter what the emotional cost. He would have taken the easy way. No witnesses. No strings.”

“There would have been no emotional cost to me if I’d killed you. None!”

“So why didn’t you do it?”

Because I just fucking couldn’t. Or maybe subconsciously I wanted to pick a fight with Carmine so that I could finally be free of him. Because now that I have her, he can never fucking hurt her. “So you’re saying I should have shot you, is that it?”