God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

A shiver goes through me and I run my fingers over them, hissing at the shadow of pain. I honestly never thought men could have sensitive nipples or, worse, in my case, that it would turn me on when Nikolai played with them.

Everywhere I touch, he’s there. Like a constant reminder of my fucked-up mental state.

wild one on my hands. They meant Clara, of course, but she’s nowhere near wild. The one who’s driving me fucking insane is none other than a man.

A rowdy, always shirtless, mountain of a man who looks at me like he wants to rip me apart. I wonder how I look at him. My gaze lands on my eyes in the mirror and I groan when I accidentally touch my nipple. It’s still sore and aching from his attention earlier, and no matter how much I try to erase that memory, it won’t go away.

I ghost my finger on the tight pebble and pinch it again, imagining it’s his teeth. My dick twitches, straining against my trousers, and I bite down on my lower lip. I’m wast...

Good evening, lotus flower. Thought I’d start the text like that since you love being so proper.

“I can’t wait for you to get this huge cock in me, babe.”

oh hell no

What’s driving me to the edge of myself isn’t her. It’s her touching Nikolai. It’s not about her. It’s about him. Bloody fucking hell.

I shoulder through the door and grab her by a fistful of hair and haul her to her feet. She shrieks and stumbles, finally getting her claws off him.

“Well, good night, then.” “Fuck no.” He slams the door shut with a palm on the side of my head. His chest presses to my back, jamming me against the wood as his hot breaths whisper in my ear, “You’re not going anywhere, lotus flower.”

Needless to say, I’ve been as hard as a rock since he shoved Clara away from me. I like to think he didn’t want her to touch me, not the other way around.

“Fuck you.” “Baby, you know I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” “Mmm. Love it when you get rough.” “You think I’m joking?” His short nails sink into my skin. “Touch me and I’ll choke you to death.” “Tell me more. Your mouth makes me so fucking hard.” I roll my hips and slam them against his groin. And fuck. Fuck me.

“You fucking—” His face flushes a subtle shade of red and his fingers compress so hard, they shake. He’s shaking, my Prince Charming, losing his precious control one layer at a time. And what do I do? Trap him between my teeth and never let go. Of course. I’m getting under his skin. The first step of being inside him.

“You can fight me, can choke the life out of me, but that won’t stop you from wanting me,” I strain and wrap my hand around his throat, on the hickey he’s hiding as if his life depends on it. “You came here to stop me from fucking Clara. You weren’t mad for her, you were mad at her. You didn’t like the way she touched me and called me babe, right?” “Shut your mouth.” “You’re pissed off at me because I let her touch me?”

That beautiful rage shines bright behind his eyes, but then he says the exact opposite of what he thinks, ...

“She told me she was going through a breakup and was looking to forget at the pub.” I try to get my head closer, but he keeps me in place with his unyielding hold. “You did it for me, didn’t you? You lost her because I told you to. No. You did it because you wanted to be with me. Because you know I’m the only one who can give you what you need.” “Stop dreaming.” “Stop fucking pretending.” I remove the Band-Aid at his throat, revealing the purple hickey. “Stop hiding.”

“Want to blame me again?” I murmur against his skin. A puff of air leaves his mouth and he nods once. “Then blame me all you want, baby.” I slam my lips to his, taking what’s mine. Because he is fucking mine.

It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know it yet and would probably deny it till kingdom come. It doesn’t matter that he’s a fucking asshole. He’s my asshole. Literally.

I love it when his beast collides with mine in a fucked-up symphony of violence.

This Prince Charming is fucking packing.

“You like it when I touch you roughly, baby? Do you feel how you thicken in my hand?” I pull him out and stroke him firmly from the base to the tip, teasing the foreskin with my thumb.

“Shut your mouth.” He does it for me, his lips devouring mine, and he kisses me with unbound lust, his hips jerking as he fucks my fist. “Fuck you…” He bites the corner of my lip and stretches the skin. “Fuck you…Nikolai… Why the fuck did you come into my life… Fuck…” “I’m in your life because you’re fucking up mine, baby.” I lower myself to my knees in front of him.

Bran’s eyes flutter open the slightest bit, but he looks down at me, one hand brutalizing my hair, but the other strokes my nape. He’s a fucking riddle of opposites, my Prince Charming. Hot and cold. A storm in the summer. A fucking beast in the form of a gentleman.

After a while, he blinks twice, eyes wide open as he reluctantly removes his hands. “I…fuck. I’m sorry I made a mess.” Such a gentleman, my Prince Charming. Only he would apologize for that hot-as-fuck show.

“I’m not sorry. I will definitely make a mess out of you as well.” My lips press against his and he doesn’t hesitate. Not even for a fraction of a second as he lets me kiss him. He doesn’t hesitate as he strokes my tongue with his, tasting himself off my mouth.

could deny it all I want, but the truth is, Nikolai Sokolov is…good-looking. Sorry. Fucking hot is the expression I’m searching for.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He marvels and opens a hand in my direction.

forced awake. I cross my arms. “I’m not a girl. Don’t call me beautiful.” “Men can be beautiful. I am, for one.” He winks and grabs my wrist, forcing me to uncross my arms. “Your arrogance knows no bounds.” “You love my arrogance.” “Keep dreaming.” “You love the way I look at you,” he continues, biting the corner of his lip as he slides his hungry gaze over me. “You love how I touch you.” He flicks a finger over my nipple, drawing a shudder from me. “You definitely love playing hard to get.” I swat his hand away. “Nikolai!” “Call me Niko like you did earlier.” “I did no such thing.”

“You totally did while you shot your cum down my throat. You said Niko in this sexy, needy voice.” “No idea what you’re talking about.”

and a transparent liquid shines at the tip. “What…” I clear my throat. “What should I do?” “What I did to you.” “I will not get on my knees.” “I went on my knees for you just fine.” My hand rubs the back of my head and I release a sigh. “I don’t know how to do this, okay? I’ve never…” “Sucked off another guy?”

he gave me. Nikolai’s eyes darken, the blue appearing unhinged, possessive, even, as he wrenches me forward and I fall on top of him, my chest pressing to his. His heartbeat thunders against mine, and I hiss when my cock brushes against his thigh. Good grief. I just came, so why the hell am I getting hard again? I never get hard after a release. Never.

“You definitely made a mess this time. Hot as fuck.”

“You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” I ask, my defenses depleted. He grins, eyes shining with mischief. “You know I will.” “What if I ask you not to?” “We both know your mouth is a fucking liar unless I’m devouring it.”

Why the fuck is he so beautiful and why am I…this attracted to him? Wasn’t I supposed to be broken?

I even jammed my Swiss Army knife in my arm, but the sharp point only caused a small cut and the blood that dripped out didn’t manage to chase away the ink that swallowed me up to my waist, murdering any form of pleasure I’d experienced the previous night.

Despite those thoughts and the black face in the mirror. Despite the blood that rushed out of me and the strokes of red on my canvas, I can’t help the jolt of hope or the simmering expectation that envelops me as I step out of the mansion and snap my usual picture.

“The answer is no.” “I want you gone.” “It’s still no.” “Do you have no pride?” “What the fuck is that? Is it edible?”

lmao

I release an exasperated sound. “I don’t know why the hell you’re obsessed with me, but I’m telling you that it’s impossible. I’m not gay.” He bursts out laughing, the sound scraping at the edges of my sanity, and I want to reach out to stop it, but I can’t move. Shut up. Shut the fuck up⁠—

okay be fucking fr rn

“Not gay?” he sneers at me. “Baby, you came three times on my hand, mouth, and fucking fingers. You choked on my cock and came because of a mere prostate fucking. If that isn’t gay, I don’t know what is.” “Stop talking,” I grit out, trying to fight the pounding in my head. I need to leave before he sees me for the ugly monster I actually am.

“What the—” He snatches my hand, and for a fraction of a second, I feel like the world is tilting back on its axis. I inhale his mint scent and spit out disgusting nausea until my stomach settles back down. Nikolai inspects the plaster on my forearm. “What happened to your arm?” “It’s just a scratch.” I try to...

He narrows his eyes. “Why do you seem to get hurt a lot? The other day, it was your hand, and this time, your arm...

I watch his hair flying in the wind and I hate that the only urge I have is to touch it, run my fingers through it. But I can’t. Wanting him is a painful struggle. Wanting him is ripping a hole in the very marrow of my existence and making me question everything. I can’t afford to question everything. I need my system and routines, a...

“Why do you want me, Nikolai?” I ask instead of answering his question. “We’re nothing alike—I’m too proper for your liking. You’re too violent for my preferences. So why are you this obsessed with me?” “Do I need a reason?” “Of course you do.” “That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t need a reason to want you, lotus flower. I just do. And if you put a pause on the useless thoughts cramming that head of yours, you’ll also admit that you just want me, too. Simple. Normal.” “You don’t even know me.” “I know you’re such a gentleman and you love running at the same time every day. I also know you’re different from your psycho twin brother and have a good relationship with everyone. Exce...

“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.

LMAO

“Is there a way I can get rid of you?” I ask, my shoulders hunching. “If I die, maybe. Scratch that, I’ll haunt the fuck out of you until you join me, my Prince Charming. Then we can have a fuck fest in ghost land.” “You need help.” “Then help me, baby.”

“If this happens, and it’s only an if.” I meet his gaze. “No one knows.” “Not even Jeremy?” “No.” “Not even your sister? She’s all cozy with Kill and we get along.” “No one.” His lips push in a pout. “Okay.” “We’ll only meet in a place no one else knows about.” “My penthouse. I bought it recently and still haven’t told anyone else about it.” “Except for Clara.” “You still jealous about that?” “I’m not jealous.” “Whatever floats your boat, my lotus flower.” “Nikolai.” “Yes, baby?” “Don’t call me any of those nicknames in front of anyone else. Don’t act like you know me in public.” “But why? I want to hang out with you.” “I don’t. We’re not friends and this is only physical.” “We’ll see about that.” “What?” “What?” he repeats, pretending to be oblivious. “I want to see you all day.” “Don’t you have school?” “Not important.” “Your silly club shenanigans?” “Not a priority.”

“Since we’re done with that stupidity. It’s time for my condition.” He wraps his fingers around my neck. “Don’t run away from me again. If you do, I’ll flip the world upside down to find you. You’re mine now, baby.”

Today, I jumped off a tree, rolled down a cliff, and fell from my bike. I swam until I nearly had a heart attack. But that’s the problem. My heart rate hasn’t gone down. Not once. Not when I tried to inhale and exhale slowly. Not when I forced myself to remain still for…five minutes. I haven’t been able to fucking breathe properly, and whenever I do, my lungs fill with the same fucking red mist that’s blinding my eyes. Every second of every minute, I’m itching and burning to erase it. And for years, the only way I’ve been able to do that is to beat people the fuck up. There are also pills, but fuck those right the fuck off. They kill my mind, take away my inhibitions, and nearly drowned me in the pool the last time I took them.

Why do you have to be the one who fucks me? Maybe I should be the one who fucks you.