Page 43 of King of War

“You started this conversation, asking about Vanessa and talking about kids and dreams.”

“Dreams.” She scoffs. “God, I was so stupid and naïve to think I could have any of it.”

“I would have given you all of it,” I tell her, despair making my voice crack.

“You’re not capable of giving me anything I truly need, Enzo.” With that, she walks out of the room, taking a part of my heart with her. I absolutely shouldn’t follow her and remind her that she was the one who broke us, not me. It would be pointless and reckless and will only end one way—with my dick inside her. But somehow, that knowledge doesn’t stop me.

Chapter

Twenty

RAYNE

How fucking dare he! Judgmental, arrogant, narcissistic asshole. He really thinks he’s the victim here—and I can’t entirely blame him when I’m partly responsible for perpetuating that particular narrative. But what other option did I have? Enzo made his choice, and there was nothing I could have said to change that. So, yes, my dream was once to have a house full of children, but that was only with him. Since he tore out my heart and stomped all over it, there’s no room in it for anyone anymore.

The sound of his footsteps coming after me make goosebumps prickle out over my skin. I dart into the kitchen, hoping he won’t follow me.

He does. Of course. “Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Rayne?” His angry growl reverberates around the kitchen, and annoyingly, also makes me shiver with excitement. What the hell is wrong with me?

I spin to face him. “You heard exactly what I said, Enzo, and so you must know what it means.”

He stalks closer, his body merely inches from mine and vibrating with anger. The heat from him is so palpable it’s like standing in front of an inferno and praying you don’t get burned. “You think I can’t give what you need?”

“I know you can’t.”

He takes a half step, closing the distance between us. “You’re wrong.” His voice has taken on a dangerous, dark edge, the kind that has my toes curling into the floor in the best possible way.

I tip my chin in a challenge. “Prove it.”

He moves so fast, everything is a blur. Suddenly, I’m spun around and he’s guiding me to the breakfast table, swiftly bending me over it. With one hand on the back of my neck, he presses my cheek to the smooth wood while he uses his free hand to yank my dress up, dragging it over my hips. He smacks my ass hard, the sound echoing around the kitchen and making my knees tremble and my pussy clench with anticipation.

I hate that my traitorous body responds to his this way. Hate that when he tugs aside my panties and slides his fingers through my center, he finds me wet.

“Fuck, Rayne,” he grunts, slipping two fingers deep inside me. “You always did get so fucking wet for me, baby.” He twists them, opening me up, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle a moan. “So fucking needy.”

God, he’s an asshole, but one who definitely knows how to bring a woman pleasure. I have the rest of my life to regret this decision, but right now I’m going to take what I want from him. All too soon, his fingers disappear and I’m left feeling empty. Until I hear the distinctive sound of his belt opening as he hurriedly rips it open, then his zipper. My heart rate doubles—at least. I writhe on the table, his other hand still pinning me down, but I’m frantic to feel him inside me. To sate the ache that’s been growing from the first moment I saw him again. He’s always been able to do this to me, maybe it is just muscle memory, like he said, but it’s as though our bodies are hardwired to each other’s.

He leans over me, his chest against my back and his mouth at my ear, stubble scratching at my skin. “You always loved being bent over and fucked too, didn’t you?” Without another word or warning, he drives inside, filling me in one smooth stroke.

“Oh, god,” I moan.

“Don’t call for him when I’m inside you. The only fucking name I want you moaning is mine.”

“Oh, god!” I cry out again on purpose.

He slams inside me, making my teeth rattle. “Is it god making your pussy soaked, Rayne? Or is it me?”

“Fuck you,” I bite out.

“No, baby. But I am gonna fuck you.” He pulls out and drives back inside and searing pleasure lights up my insides. “You love being railed by a huge cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I say on a breathy moan. “But yours will do.”

He slaps my ass so hard that the sound echoes around the kitchen and my pussy responds accordingly, clamping around him and coating him in a rush of arousal. I press my lips together to stop from giggling.

He leans over me, the weight of his solid body pressing me to the wood and his hot mouth at my ear. He growls, clearly not sharing in my amusement. God, I love pushing his buttons so damn much. “You need to learn some manners, Rayne. I should make you fucking beg for this.” He thrusts his hips, until the thick crown of his cock swipes over the sensitive spot inside me that has my knees trembling.

“You don’t have the willpower to make me beg, Enzo.”