God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

I’ve just never been good with choices. Don’t appreciate them. Don’t care for them. Would rather not be presented with one.

“Bossy. I like it. But you know what I like more? Your posh little accent. Question. Does it sound the same when you say crude things?”

“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you feel when struggling for control? I could swallow you alive and leave no crumbs.”

What the⁠— Panic dashes in my veins and I start to get up, but he pushes with enough force to knock my bones against his. “Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.” My face falls, figuratively, of course. I’d pay money for it to disappear literally. Indefinitely.

Only psychos wake up this early every day for a satanic ritual.

“If you wanted to see me, you should’ve told me and I would’ve given you a tour.” “Get over yourself.” He’s looking ahead like a fucking robot. “I’m here for my sister and her boyfriend.” “Tomayto, tomahto. Wanna have that tour anyway?” “No.” “How about dinner?” “No.” “A drink?” “No.” “Do you have another word in your monosyllabic asshole vocabulary tonight?” “No,”

I’m forced to release him, my body starving and needing more. More. More. Fucking more. His jaw tics and his muscles tighten. And just like that, he slips back to the uptight asshole with serious issues. “I told you not to touch me, you disgusting prick.” Aaaand he fucking ruined it.

Lmao

“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,”

Hello, Satan. Is this heaven in hell? Because I could stay here forever.

Sorry. Fucking hot is the expression I’m searching for.

“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.

“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.”

By the way, I noticed you had no food in your place, so I ordered you some Italian pastries for breakfast. I grin. He loves me. I just know he does. Okay, he doesn’t, but he cares, and that’s a good start.

Awwww, the way he acts like he hates it but acts like such a cutie for him :,)

“Did I mention that you’re so adorable when you’re jealous?” “Shut your fucking mouth, Nikolai.” “As you wish, baby.” I press my lips to his,

What are you in the mood for tonight? Me What kind of question is that? I’m always in the mood to do dirty things to you, baby. I meant food. FOOD. You mean aside from your cum? Jesus. Yeah, aside from that. I’m happy with anything you cook. You sure? If you fancy something to eat, tell me. I’ll go grocery shopping in a bit. Nah. I love anything you cook. Do what you want. Also, you’re getting groceries right now? It’s the afternoon. I finished classes early, so I’m heading to the penthouse. Hell yeah. I’m on my way.

“Tell me something in Russian.” I cup his chin and stare deep into those eyes that have become my undoing as I say the words Grandpa said Russians take seriously and literally. “Ya nee ma goo bees tee byah zhit.” “What does that mean?” “You’re so cute,” I lie through my teeth. He frowns. “Don’t call me that.”

“How do you know it’s someone who’s keeping me busy?” “The smiling at your phone like an idiot more often than not. Also…” He taps his nape. “You usually have a hickey here. You can’t see it, but whenever you pull your hair up, it’s visible.” I touch the back of my neck. That sly fucking bastard. He’s been leaving hickeys all this time? And here I thought he just loved kissing me there. “Jer.” “What?” “I can’t take this, he’s so fucking adorable.” “For leaving a hickey?” “For staking a claim and being sneaky about it while complaining that I leave too many.” “Okay,” he says slowly. “It’s a guy?” Ah, fuck. I didn’t plan to disclose the gender, but hey, as long as he doesn’t know the name, all is good. No one would suspect it’s Bran. He’s such an uptight dickhead and anyone with two brain cells would think I’m nowhere near his type. I nod with a grin. “The most beautiful guy ever.” “You like him?” “Sure as fuck.” “How much do you like him?” “Enough to be exclusive.” “Wow. A first.” “I know, right? I’m all for monogamy now.”

“Baby? You okay?” “Please…” His voice is muffled. “Please let me hold you like this. It doesn’t hurt when you touch me.” I grab onto him, pressing him further into me, harder, closer, until I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Seems that Bran runs way deeper than I thought, but as he hangs on to me as if I’m his only anchor, I know that I’ll never let him go. Not even if I burn with him. For him. In him. I’d willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to.

“You’re fucking crazy.” “About you. Always.” “Nikolai…” “Yes, baby?”

“It’s nothing.” “Brandon,” I grit out, and he looks at me with…disappointment? Pain? “What?” he asks in a hurt tone. “I hate the word nothing. It’s at the top of my shit list with fine and sorry.” “Well, I hate it when you call me by my full name, too.” Fuck me. His lower lip pushes slightly forward in a little pout and I can’t help the feeling of complete adoration that floods me. He’s so goddamn cute for an asshole. “Won’t happen again, baby.” I cup his nape and crash my lips to his.

He can’t possibly be worse than Killian. Anyone is better than Killian. It was an exaggeration on Bran’s part to emotionally prepare me. Again, no one can be worse than Killian. Those were the thoughts I had before I went to bed last night, and I woke up today in a proper fantastic mood. Until now. Or, more accurately, since I walked into the kitchen and saw the motherfucking gangster who’s built like a fucking wall, standing beside my son. I knew it was the little fucker Nikolai before Bran even introduced him. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out when Bran’s lips were all swollen and the bastard’s long hair was finger-raked.

LMAO BWAHAHAHAHAH

“Do you hate him that much, Dad?” “Oh my, what gave you that impression?” “You kind of made it obvious and, well, you’re still glaring at him.” I break my staring contest with Nikolai’s skull. I figured if I glared hard enough, it’d crack and we’d be rid of the nuisance.

“You want me to believe I’m better than all the men and women you fucked your way through?” “They were only physical. They meant nothing.” “And I do?” “Baby, you mean fucking everything.”

“Absolutely, and, baby?” He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack. “Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”

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.”

“But you’re okay with me losing you? 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. I used to live an aimless life where adrenaline was my god, but you came along and tamed my demons. You balance me. You complete me. You’re fucking in me. So seeing you bleeding out on the floor was no different than watching myself die. No, it was worse. I’ve never felt so scared for my life, but you…you’re my everything. How could you do that to me? To us?” “I’m so sorry. The last thing I want is to hurt you.” “Don’t apologize. Tell me you won’t do it again. Promise me.” “I promise, Niko. Never again. I’ll do everything in my capacity to get better. I’ll go to therapy and pick myself apart to be strong enough to deserve you. Just don’t leave me, please.” “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.”

“Nikolai,” I warn. “Yes, baby?” “Stop acting like an impatient toddler and remove your hand.” “But it’s not fair that you’re touching me and I’m not touching you.” “Behave, or you won’t get your prize.” “Fuck no. Kolya and I are thirsty for the prize.” He rolls his hips and tugs me against him with a pull on my drawstrings.

“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.” “Fuck me.” “In a good or bad way?” “I fucking love you, baby.” He kisses my lips long and hard. “I can’t believe you have a tattoo.” “For you.” “For me,” he repeats with raging possessiveness. “Hey, Niko?” “Hmm?” “Remember when we met that little girl in the park and you asked me what I whispered back to her?” “You said it was a secret,” he grumbles. “I told her I don’t need help because I’m in love with you.”

“Remember when you told me to tell you something in Russian?” “You said I was cute.” “No. I said ‘I can’t live without you,’ and we take that quite literally in Russia.” “Aw, Nikolai.” “Point is, I love the loving fuck out of you, baby.” “I love the loving fuck out of you, too.”

He’s come so far since then. Has gotten so much better at dealing with his emotions. Has learned to forgive himself and even smile at his image in the mirror. That didn’t stop the control-freak tendencies, though. That’s a personality trait—one I love just like he secretly loves my reckless behavior sometimes. He doesn’t try to change me and embraces me the way I am. He doesn’t care who I have to maim as long as I don’t get hurt in the process. That’s when he loses it. I kid you not. Once, Kill threw a lighter at my head since he loves hitting me with random shit. Bran threw it back at his head and told him point-blank not to hit me anymore or he wouldn’t stand for it. Did I fall in love with him a bit deeper after that? Possibly.

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.