God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

“I…did not.” I step away from him. “Hey, you were the one who hugged me just now.” “I fell.” “Tomayto, tomahto.”

So lotus flower didn’t lose the bimbo. Sur-fucking-prise. Not.

Short of getting him drunk again, I’m lost. I fucking love drunk Bran, by the way, would vote for him to be the official version in the next election.

Whenever he starts getting agitated, I get closer and call him lotus flower, Prince Charming, my dude, and his personal favorite, baby.

Am I too obsessed? I don’t think I am. This is pretty much a good amount, in my humble opinion.

“Shush, Jer. I’m concentrating.” “You wouldn’t do that even if you were paid.” “I would, too,” I say, and he raises a brow. “Fine, I wouldn’t. This is different.”

“How different, because I’m about to punch some Karens.” “Different enough that even I won’t punch anyone.” “Damn. Who are you and what have you done to my friend?” I snicker. “Just stay there as my backup.” “Backup?”

“If anyone asks, you brought me here, not the other way around. Can’t look too fucking desperate.” “Who would ask? And why are you desperate?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me closely. “You’re never des...

Kids and animals like me. Adults do not. I’d rather be adored by innocent beings instead of evil snakes. I like things simple, not twisty and complicated. And yet here you are for the most complicated man ever.

I’ve always seen him in shorts and T-shirts, but it’s different in the royal-blue lacrosse uniform, a bit tighter, maybe. Those shorts are definitely framing his ass better than the running ones. Not that I’m staring or anything. Okay, I totally fucking am.

One of them pushes him and he falls as the referee announces a foul. I jump to my feet. “Fuck that guy! Suck my dick.” “Niko!” Jeremy clutches my arm and tries to shove me down. That’s when I realize most of the people surrounding us are watching me as if I’m the personification of Lucifer himself. A lot of pearl-clutching happens, too. I roll my eyes and sit down.

“Isn’t that Landon King’s twin brother?” Jeremy asks. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Might want to go back to sleep,” I say, still watching Bran. “The one you wanted to join the Heathens?” “It was a good idea.” “More like the worst. Is there a reason why we’re watching him?” “Because he’s Landon’s brother. Need to keep an eye on the enemy or some shit.” “You don’t look at him like he’s an enemy.” I’m going to hate-fuck him so that’s considered on the list. “Shush, Jer. You’re like an annoying buzzing bee that won’t go away.” “Jeez, thanks.” “Anytime, we’re bros.”

“Niko.” Jeremy places a hand on my arm. “Whatever you’re currently thinking about, don’t do it.” “But she’d look so pretty in a fucking casket.” “The woman just doesn’t agree with your language. She doesn’t deserve to die for that.”

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers. “Your nightmare.” “I hate you.” “I don’t.” “You’re fucking crazy.”

“About you,” I whisper against his lips and claim them with a guttural moan.

AND THE CROWD CHEERS AGAINJNNN

“I’ll let you know if someone else needs help!” Eli shouts after her and then asks us, “She’s really not the help?” “The degradation is unnecessary,” I say with a sigh.

Eli rolls his shoulder. He’s an inch taller than us and has dark hair and metal-gray eyes that excel at making people feel uncomfortable in their own skin.

DADDY THE CROWD SCREAMS

“Aww.” Eli wraps an arm around my other shoulder and squeezes me. “The help dared hurt my precious Bran? Why didn’t you mention that before so I could’ve gouged her eyes out and fed them to the dogs?”

“Rems!! Get the pints out!” A few things are knocked over down the hall before a door is flung open and Remi peeks out, a Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face. “Did someone say pints?”

But then again, my paintings are taking a turn I dislike and I find myself hiding the canvases as if they’re a dirty little secret. Maybe they are.

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

“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.”

And the crowd is watching with popcorn

“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.

AND THR FCRIEWD ECPLODES

And I don’t even like blowjobs. I could deny it all I want, but the truth is, Nikolai Sokolov is…good-looking.

My nostrils flare at the thought of leaving my smell on him. Not anyone else’s. Mine.

I suck in a deep breath. “Get out of my life, Nikolai.” “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?”

Nikolai inspects the plaster on my forearm. “What happened to your arm?” “It’s just a scratch.” I try to retrieve it, but he tightens his grip on my wrist. Over the watch I never remove. 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. You don’t strike me as clumsy.”

I love how niko always pays attention to his small details

“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. Bloody wanker is mental.

Yes yes he is

“You need help.” “Then help me, baby.”

HEHEHE

Even my mom, who’s a goddamn leader in the Russian mafia, was concerned about my violent tendencies that manifested early. More concerned than the time I used my wiener as a gun. I seem to do that a lot to my dear mama. I worry her to no end and probably keep her up at night thinking about my shenanigans.

At the mere thought of my lotus flower, my cock twitches to life, tenting against my shorts. See. He’s still a dick, just not for everyone.

I pause when I see my dried cum on his stomach. I should probably clean that… No. I like the sign of ownership.

heheh

I knew something was fucking wrong when I woke up in bed. Me? In a fucking bed? Hello, Satan. This is Kolya reporting live from somewhere in hell and telling you to kindly fuck off. We’re not ready to go yet.

So why the fuck do I feel any other way about Bran? Maybe it’s the fact that you call him that and a few other nicknames, not to mention the fact that you got this fucking place just so he’d feel safe away from everyone else?

I grin. He loves me. I just know he does. Okay, he doesn’t, but he cares, and that’s a good start.

Manifestation king

Kill and Gareth were checking all the places I would usually go to—clubs, another fighting ring. The Serpents. No shit—they actually knocked on the Serpents’ door and were like, “Hi, I know we hate each other, but have you seen this massive idiot motherfucker who’s covered in tattoos?”

“I went somewhere to cool down,” I say and it’s not a lie. Although cooling down wasn’t the first item on my list. “Sure thing, Niko. Kick my face in, then go cool down as if nothing happened.”

And I’m not that desperate.

Lies he is

“Harder,” he mutters, his hips jerking as he rubs his cock against the bed. “What was that?” “Fuck me harder. Don’t take it easy on me.” “Baby. If you keep talking like that, I’ll break your ass.” “Promises, promises.”

I’m not Brandon King. I’m not the broken entity who sees black ink instead of his reflection in the mirror. Not the weak man who’s more often than not swallowed by disgusting nausea and the terrifying notion of nothingness. I’m just me. His lotus flower. His Prince Charming. His baby

Get the gun that the gum get the Gunn

He doesn’t show them the version he shows me. Always smiling, grinning, and being an infuriating ray of sunshine, as if my mere presence makes him happy. That part boggles my mind. Why would he be happy with me when I can’t stand myself most of the time?

“The more mindless, the better. I’m a simple man. I see good violence, I rate it five out of five.” “You need help.” He licks his lips, eyes twinkling. “Then help me, baby.” A fire erupts at the base of my stomach and spreads all over my body. I stare at his moist mouth and gulp. “You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” “I’m starving for your lips.”

“This is dumb. Let’s go to the fight club, where I can beat you the fuck up.” “Pass. I’m meeting my Glyn and I can’t suffer from a black eye.” I stare at him with mock disbelief. “Are you telling me your girl is more important than me? Your cousin with whom you grew up?” “Why is that a question? Of course she is.” “Kill, you motherfucking⁠—”

“Oh? Didn’t know you had the ability to be secretive, dear cousin. My, my. I’m officially intrigued.” “Un-intrigue yourself.”

“Who changed your precious set of anti-monogamy rules? You can tell me. Must be killing you to keep it all to yourself.” “You really want to know?” He nods. I beckon him with one finger. “Come here. It’s a secret.” He inches close and I smack him on the nape. “Mind your fucking business and stop being nosy.” My cousin massages the assaulted spot. “You’ll regret that.”

I know Bran is allergic to being labeled beautiful, but he so is. He’s also so elegant and well-groomed. The collar of his shirt is perfectly folded, his cuffs are symmetrically rolled, and every strand of his hair falls into the right place.

since I’m pretty sure I caught Gareth stalking a Mercedes the other day and he used one of the bodyguards’ cars for the mission.

Hehehehehehehe

back. “Don’t mess with me, Nikolai.” “Don’t mess with me.” I wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze. “You have no right to act butthurt when you’re the one against a public relationship. If you don’t like people thinking I’m with Simon, boo-fucking-hoo. It’s your fault.”

GET THE GYN GET THE FYCMING GUN

And that’s such a fucking tragedy? Nikolai, please. Don’t do this. You know what? I am doing this. I don’t have time for spineless, indecisive assholes. I’m neither your plaything nor your booty call. What does that mean? Go find yourself another toy. We’re done. Oh, wait. We were never anything in the first place. Delete my number.

JUTST COCK IT INTONMYMOUCTB AND SHOOT FUCKKAW FAWKWK

Then I went to bed, imagining his strong arms encircling me and his chest beneath my head.

CONSIDERING THOS IS LIKE THE 7TH TIME I REREAD THIS BOOK IM RECRYONG FOR THE 7TH TIME