God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

To the ones who scream in silence

He’s notorious for his savage behavior, unhinged tendencies, and penchant for breathing violence instead of oxygen.

I can’t think. Thinking leads to fucked-up images that I’d rather leave in the unremarkable shed of my barely beating heart.

But the reality I’ve been trying to ignore crashes into me. I want him. I fucking crave him. So much it hurts.

“I love your fucking filthy mouth.”

Why would he be happy with me when I can’t stand myself most of the time?

“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.”