Page 57 of War and his Queen

It’s not obvious, but she captures me with a simple shift forward. Nothing Halen ever does is obvious. She’s resistive and unattainable. She has everyone yearning for her attention, only to feed them crumbs. I’m beginning to see the other side to her the more she’s around. I allowed myself to shut off from her a lot growing up because we lived in separate areas of each other’s lives.

It’s easy to convince yourself not to obsess over someone who isn’t there.

I want nothing more than to finish all over this girl’s face to punish Halen since I can’t fuck hers.

Even if this girl becomes a corpse.

I shove her off my dick and she stumbles back, struggling and gasping for air.

I’m no Priest Hayes.

Gripping my cock in my hand, the veins in my arm ripple as I roll my thumb beneath the head. Swiping at the bead of cum, I dampen the edge around the crown as I find Halen’s eyes again.

The smirk is gone.

She lifts the bottle to her lips, breaking eye contact.

I won.

I shove my dick back in my jeans, leaving them unbuttoned to hang from my hips.

“You know, as much as I want to punch your fucking face right now,” Priest declares, stepping over the naked girl who’s still trying to catch her breath, “I’m pretty sure she’ll do it for me one day.”

A pensive observation passes between us that I’m sure no one else noticed. It’s almost an admission that he’s known all along.

He probably has.

I snicker around the joint. “Don’t I know it.”

“War.” His tone turns hard.

I slowly turn to face him, his passive eyes on mine. Not as vivid as Halen’s, more of a forest green in moonlight. Almost black. I don’t know if that was nature's way of reminding everyone why there’s not a smidge of morality to Priest Hayes. You can’t call him the Devil, because he’s worse.

The Devil is patient, Priest Hayes is barbaric. “This is bigger than my opinion. She can do what the fuck she wants, she’s a King now. But this is bigger than that and you know it.”

I flick the spliff out onto the ground, using my boot to put it out. “I know. I’ve been knowing.” I turn my back to him. “It’s just us fucking around. It’ll be nothing more than that. Once we hit, I’m sure we’ll both move on. Just been this fucked-up fantasy since she rubbed her shit over my dick all those years ago.”

“She what—” Priest levels.

I smirk over my shoulder. “What?”

“Fucker…” He shakes his head, turning back to watch the ongoing boring fuckfest. “You were gonna hurt her.”

My blood turns hot, rushing to my cheeks. My stare on him darkens. “Which one?”

Priest pushes off the table and heads to the group. He kicks the guy that’s fucking one of the girls doggy style, and the fuckwit stumbles to the ground while holding his dick. “I don’t think any of you showed us anything we’ve never seen before.”

The music isn’t loud, but just enough that you can chat without worrying anyone can hear you. People have thinned out as time has gone on, leaving those who make a habit of drinking themselves into a coma before going home. They’re all too busy drinking to pay attention to us, and besides, everyone knows to keep their distance.

“Game two.” He rounds the group as River finally turns her chair back around to face us, flipping me off.

I use the bottle of whiskey to hide my laugh, allowing the liquid to sit over my tongue. I need something to take the edge off. I know what Halen feels like now, and fuck if I don’t want to bury myself inside of her and fuck her until her body gives out.

Kind of want to rip her skull in half just to see what she really thinks of me.

The wall to the side of the bar splits in half as the sound of heavy metal screeches when it opens.

Priest gestures to the rectangular metal space. “Enter.”

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