God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“I love you, little bro,” he whispers. “I need you to know that.

“You tell anyone what I said just now and I’ll deny it till the day I die.” I laugh. “I got you, bro.” “Damn straight.”

Point is, I love him and I want to be with him. If he’ll let me.”

“The peasant should be honored and worship at your feet for you even looking in his direction.”

What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if Lan forces him? My brother stops at the door. “One more thing.” “Yeah?” “Please tell me you top the motherfucker.” I let my lips curve into a smile as I shake my head. Lan’s face falls and he looks like he’s on the verge of a heart attack. “Bloody fucking hell!” He throws the door open and then shouts, “Nikolai, you fucking wank, come here.”

Tell me you top

I’m a shell without you, Bran.” He drags my hand to him and slams it against his chest. “This thing only beats for you and because of you.

“Not even if you beg for it. I love you, lotus flower, and that means I’ll be by your side during all of your battles with your demons. I’ll kill them for you if you let me. I’ll listen to them if you want me to. But I’ll never leave you, so you’re stuck with me.”

painting the bullet on his skin, then drawing the chain so it’s wrapped around it in the shape of a lotus flower.

My mind is turning up in volume. I’m getting bad. Maybe you should visit your parents for a week or so. Just stay away from me, baby.

I’m getting bad. I need you, baby.

“Cockblocker of the Year Award goes to the almighty Kyle Hunter.”

“Hello, Petty Police? I’m reporting my dad.”

“You had Niko’s lotus flower tattooed on your chest?”

“Not on my chest.” I take his hand in mine and press it on the skin. “My heart.”

“I told her I don’t need help because I’m in love with you.”

“No. I said ‘I can’t live without you,’ and we take that quite literally in Russia.”

“Point is, I love the loving fuck out of you, baby.” “I love the loving fuck out of you, too.”

I see my future with the most infuriating enigma. The most chaotic person on earth. And the love of my fucking life.

no amount of therapy will erase the feeling of ‘I’m losing him’ that beat into my skull as I held his unresponsive body on the floor while his life essence poured out of him in sickening red.

think…?” I trail off when I face my lotus flower and he’s on one fucking knee. What the…?

Nikolai Sokolov, would you marry me⁠—”

“Fuck yes, baby. I’ll marry the fuck out of you and make you my husband today if you want.”

His grin nearly blinds me as he slips the ring onto my finger. The inside is engraved with a fucking lotus flower and N X B.

I love this man with everything I have and don’t have. I love him with my sane and insane parts.

He’s my lotus flower. My Prince Charming. The love of my life. Mine.