God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“Bossy. I like it. But you know what I like more? Your posh little accent. Question. Does it sound the same when you say crude things?”

“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you feel when struggling for control? I could swallow you alive and leave no crumbs.”

“Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.”

“Nikolai!”

All I have to do is pretend last night never happened. I’m a master at pretending. Have done it my whole life and have always succeeded. This isn’t any different.

“Fuck that guy! Suck my dick.”

Lotus flower kisses me as thoroughly as I kiss him, his fingers tugging on the bottom of my T-shirt to keep me glued to his naked torso.

“Hey.” I tap his cheek with the back of my fingers

“Touch me and I’ll choke you to death.” “Tell me more. Your mouth makes me so fucking hard.”

“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me as I choke on your cock.”

“You love my arrogance.”

“You definitely love playing hard to get.”

“I also know you love kissing me.” “I do not.” “Wanna prove it?” “Don’t…” I slam a hand to his mouth and he kisses my palm, then licks my fingers, thrusting his tongue between them. I jerk my arm away. “Why the hell would you lick me? Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grins and I can’t even muster the emotions to be mad at him.

Chill, Kolya, dude. You’re giving the Sokolov name a bad rep.

If I say I’m not okay, will you come to the penthouse? Me If you want me to, yeah. Then I’m not okay. On my way.

He asked what my shampoo and body wash are and then bought them for me, although, really, I love his body wash. It makes me smell like him.

I know Bran is allergic to being labeled beautiful, but he so is. He’s also so elegant and well-groomed.

My brain checked out and my thoughts came to terms with how utterly fucking tired I am. Of myself. Of everything. I still am.

You’re that obsessed with me, huh?” “I’m so over your bullshit.” “Liar. You can’t stay away from me, Niko.”

Where he’s the god, I’m the unknown peasant. Where he excels at everything and makes a show of it, I excel at everything silently.

Am I too drunk or is there actually a guy tied up in our basement?”

I can take anything as long as I have him. Because Nikolai is the only one who kisses the pain out of me, even if temporarily.

“Stop talking and fuck me.” “Mmm. Talk dirty to me.” “I need your cock inside me.” “More.” “I want you to pound me until I’m screaming.” “Fucking more.” “Fuck me until you fill me with your cum.” “Oh fuck. Where did you learn to talk like that?” “From you.”

I’m just obsessed with this man and everything about him. Some would argue it’s something a lot more dire than obsession.

“What’s your name, motherfucker, and what’s your favorite way to die?”

“That. Whatever that is.”

How the hell is he able to get me worked up with a few sounds? How did he mold the almighty Nikolai Sokolov into this strange entity that can only survive in his presence?

“That’s not an answer. I don’t want to see you with girls or guys hanging onto your arm or sitting on your lap. I don’t want anyone to touch you, period.”

“You’re not together, you said?”

He can’t possibly be worse than Killian. Anyone is better than Killian. It was an exaggeration on Bran’s part to emotionally prepare me.

I can’t hurt him anymore, that would be worse than causing pain to myself. The idea of losing him scares the shit out of me, Dad.” Bloody hell.

don’t want to hide you, Nikolai. I also told Glyn and my friends about us.” “You…did?” “A couple of weeks back, yeah. You’re not my dirty secret, and for the record, I was never ashamed of you.”

I smile, but it falters when I reach his pectoral muscle and find a new tattoo in the spot he left blank on purpose. My hands freeze as I study the artistic patterns of the lotus flower and make out the elegant font beneath it that reads Property of B. King. He had it inked on the spot that he said was for something special.

If I want to keep him, I need to fix myself.

“I told you no!”

But it was too late.

“Hey, Dad.” He nudges him. “Do it.” “Do what?” “That thing we talked about.”

“Happy now?” “Very. Now, go away, Dad. Seriously. Or I’ll be sleeping on your goddamn bedroom floor later.”

“I’m lucky you allowed me in your life.” Kiss. “I’m lucky you love me.” Kiss. “I’m lucky you’re letting me fight your demons with you.”

This is the happiest moment of my life and I want to soak in it for as long as possible. “The rest of our lives, huh, baby?”