Page 57 of Vengeance of the Gods

Vega liked it.

Fuck. They were both so fucked.

The energy shifted between them, blending their anger with something neither of them could have prepared for.

Lust.

“Yes,” she said on a breath, the back of her head resting against the car’s window. The single word was filled with a desire Bridger felt too—no matter how much he told himself he shouldn’t, it sank deeper and deeper into his skin, lighting him on fire.

“It’s because you don’t want to know the things I’ve told Marlena I’ll do to you if I get my hands on you. The things I’ve done to keep the people we love alive, safe… I’ve done enough! I’ve hurt you enough!” He slammed both balled fists against the Escalade’s roof hard enough to leave a dent.

Vega didn’t flinch. She stood still as ice, not showing a single crack. Her lips parted like she was going to say something, but her tongue flicked out, wetting them instead.

Bridger fought to drag his gaze away from her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” His voice was calmer when he spoke this time. “I don’t want you to see me break over the fucking dreams that all seem to revolve around you. Around us.” Bridger used his hands on the car as leverage, pushing off to put much needed space between them, but before he could run, Vega groaned a frustrated growl.

He felt the vibration in his chest before she spoke. “Fuck it.”

There was no stopping what happened next.

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Their lips collided, and Vega’s body warmed, melting into the arms he wrapped around her.

Everything about this was wrong, and she knew it. She knew there were secrets Bridger was hiding, knew this wasn’t going to make anything better.

But gods, she was sick of fighting it! Sick of pretending her body didn’t crave his touch, his attention.

Maybe this was what needed to happen to allow them to move on with their lives—to put what they had in the past and learn what this new path looked like for them.

As good as it sounded, Vega knew it wasn’t true. They were bound by ties neither would ever fully understand.

Bridger’s tongue swiped over her bottom lip, begging her to open up to him.

Vega didn’t hesitate a second, letting Bridger devour her with the need of their pent up desire.

They didn’t need to find a rhythm, didn’t need to take their time figuring out what the other liked. They already knew.

A moan slipped from Vega’s throat, vibrating against Bridger’s lips.

His chest rattled, a groan sounding suspiciously like a growl sending a tingle of pleasure to her core.

Bridger’s hands slid down, getting a handful of her ass before he hiked her up and pinned her against the car, her legs wrapping around him. The metal might have been cold against her back, but she couldn’t tell with the nearly unbearable heat of Bridger’s touch.

He’d always been able to snag her up and move her to whatever position he’d wanted… and Vega had never said a single fucking word about it because why would she? What girl didn’t want to be thrown around and manhandled by someone who resembled Bridger?

Vega tangled her fingers in the hair at the back of his head. He removed his lips from hers, trailing feverish kisses down her neck.

Bridger ground into Vega’s spread legs with proof of his growing need pressing against her core. Pleasure burst through her like a nuclear explosion, feeding off the energy of their desire.

“Fuck me, please. I need you.” She hardly recognized her voice, forgetting everything but Bridger.

At any moment, Vega felt like she might wake up from this dream—beside another man, in another life.

It’s real. They were real.

It was wrong. What they were doing was wrong… but how could something she knew would send them into a spiral later feel so right in the moment?

Her words struck something inside Bridger. He grabbed her by the jaw and locked his dark stare on her, rolling his hips into her again.