God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

Once, a girl was like, “Choke me, Daddy,” and I nearly killed her. In my defense, she didn’t specify how hard I should choke her, so I went with the flow—the flow being maximum violence.

“You fucking heard me, Bran. Want us to be exclusive?” “Why would I? I don’t want a relationship with you.” Motherfucker. I can’t believe I was fucking this guy a few seconds ago. Now, I want to drive my fist in his goddamn face.

“Let me search for the fucks I have to give.” I pretend to check my pockets and then produce two middle fingers. “Oh, here you go.”

“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”