Page 25 of War's Witch
Oh no, I cannot fall into the trap of War.
“Can you get off me, please? I want to get cleaned up.” I can’t breathe; I feel like his closeness is suffocating me.
He looks at me for a second more, before nodding and slowly pulling out. I feel wetness between my legs and my thoughts are confirmed that he did not put a condom on this time. Fuck.
“What the hell, War? You didn’t put a condom on,” I yell at him, leaping from the sofa.
He lounges back, slinging one arm across the back of the cushions, smiling at me.
“I wanted you bare. Not been with anyone since you broke my dick, baby,” he says proudly, which throws me.
Most men are happy to share their dick with anyone. It is why I have not let myself fall into a relationship, since not all men can be trusted to be faithful.
“Fuck.” I pad to the kitchen and collect a clean washcloth to wipe up the leaking cum from between my legs.
“Such a shame,” he murmurs, getting to his feet and tucking his dick back into his jeans before he does them up.
“For fuck’s sake, War. I never have sex without a condom, I am not ready to be a mother.”
My panic rises, my skin feeling tight again, but for a different reason this time. My heart is racing in my chest like itis trying to escape. I close my eyes, trying to regain control of my breathing, when I feel him step into my space. My eyes pop open to find him smirking like he just caught the canary.
“Again, such a shame. I think you would look sexy as fuck round with my baby.” He walks toward me, as I gape at him.
“No.” I hold my hand up. “No baby. No us, nothing. Stop. Just go, War.”
My eyes close again, then I drop my chin to my chest. Feeling suddenly wiped out, my shoulders sag.
Being me is fucking emotional and draining.
I hear him sigh but I fight to keep my head down. If I look at him right now, I think I would drag him to my bedroom for another round, fuck the consequences.
“Okay, I will go for now. I know that the last hour was intense.” Shit, he has only been here an hour? “I am not letting you go, baby. I gave you my side of things, but I want to hear who hurt you, so I can hunt the cunt down and make him pay.”
I bite my lip to fend off a wave of emotion as tears fill my eyes.
His body softly presses toward mine, and I feel his lips on the top of my head.
“See you soon, babe.” He pauses. “Dream of me.”
My fists clench at my sides, wondering how the hell he knows that I am dreaming of him.
I hear the front door close with a click and I let out a sigh, expelling all of the air I was holding in my lungs. Stepping over to the door, I make sure it is locked, just as I hear his motorcycle pull away.
Falling back onto the sofa, I pull my throw over my body, and let everything speed race around my head, and I do not bother trying to make sense of it all.
My heart, mind, and soul are all at war over War.
Chapter
Twelve
WAR
Lying in the bed of the hotel room I booked, I glance over to the window, looking out at the clear blue skies of Phoenix.
When I left Cleo’s house with my heart hammering in my chest, my dick still covered in her cum, I came here and reluctantly showered off before coming to bed.
Last night was the first time in months, eight to be exact, that I slept all night.
