Their breaths mingled with the dry sound of blows, a war without winners—only wounds.

“THAT DELICATE BODY I DEVOUR WITH AN ANIMAL HUNGER BELONGS TO ME, MILLER!” César spat the words like venom, a crooked sneer on his bloodied face. “SHE MOANED LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT, HOWLING MY NAME WHILE SHE CAME FOR ME!”

He laughed—mad, taunting—clearly trying to drive Thor over the edge.

“YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING? SHE CRIED… SHE CRIED WITH PLEASURE UNDER ME!”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I’LL END YOU FOR TALKING ABOUT