Bloomsbury Archer

“Fucking
gods
, Raker,” I cry out against the wall as he takes me hard and fast.

One of his massive hands curls around the back of my head, pressing my cheek to the stone.

“No.
Fucking
me
, Aris
.
Only
me.”

“I hate you so much.”

His hands tighten around my hips.

“Good.
Hate me harder, Aris.”

The same words he said as we dueled.
Hate.
Me.
Harder.

I do.

Because I’m not going to Starside to get magic, or to kneel before our beloved gods.
I’m going to kill them.