God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

Looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe this time I’ll get more than five sentences from you ;)

FYI. I’m so going to imagine your lips around my cock when I jerk off tonight. You’re free to do the same, btw. Please do. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

Anyway, can’t wait to see you in your tight shirt and shorts tomorrow. Running has never been so much fun.

Nikolai Be at the below address in twenty minutes or I’ll send you a video of her riding my cock.

My ears heat and I struggle against the wave of nausea that shoots up my throat. I slam my hand on the sink and breathe in loud inhales and exhales, but nothing calms down my rampaging heart.

This is not a very heterosexual response

My anger is barely tucked beneath the surface, tearing and pulling at my precariously standing walls as I stride in the direction of what must be the bedroom.

The words purred by none other than Clara have me abandoning any form of resolve I’m grasping at.

“Call me babe, Clara.” “I can’t wait for you to get this huge cock in me, babe.” The snap happens in a fraction of a second. A red haze crawls into my vision until I can only see that fucking color.

On the way here, I thought the raging anger was because Clara was being Clara again. I thought it was because Nikolai was touching her.

I never gave two flying fucks about Clara. Zilch. Nada. 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.

Yeah we know

I shoulder through the door and grab her by a fistful of hair and haul her to her feet.

HOT

“Bran…it’s not what you think. I was just lonely and hurt by your rejection and…and…” “Shut it.” My voice is steady but firm, and her lips form an O. I’ve never spoken to Clara in this tone. Not when she cheated. Not when everyone called her a gold-digging bitch.

All this time, I didn’t hate her. I didn’t feel anything for her to hate her. Now, I want to wrap my fingers around her neck and watch as the life leaves her sleazy eyes.

“Baby, please⁠—” “Nuh-uh,” Nikolai cuts her off this time as he yanks her from my grip and pushes her toward the door. “He’s not your fucking baby.”

Not_Your_Baby, haha. For the Fans? Anyone?

Fucking flowers. It lingers in the room and on the man behind me like a ghost. Fuck 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.”

I catch a glimpse of my reflection in that coral blue, surrounded by a halo of lust. Sure, there’s also hate and disregard as well. There’s confusion and self-preservation. But who gives a fuck about those irrelevant emotions? Certainly not me.

Delulu

The beast in me wants to drag out the hidden beast in him and play. I want to shatter his control, wreak havoc on his golden-boy image, and disrupt his life.

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. Because he told her to leave and he didn’t follow.

Call me delusional, but I choose to believe the calm anger he displayed was due to being possessive of me.

You're definitely delusional just not in this instance

“Tell me more. Your mouth makes me so fucking hard.”

And fuck. Fuck me. “Looks like I make you hard, too. If I reach inside your pants, will I find you leaking for me?”

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,”

“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 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 fucking pretending.” I remove the Band-Aid at his throat, revealing the purple hickey. “Stop hiding.”

The reason he let me touch him the previous times isn’t because he couldn’t stop me. It’s because he chose not to stop me. Like right now.

“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.

I'm so hot for them

I love how his hand glides from my neck to my hair, fisting to keep me in place so he can shove his tongue against mine, searing me to him in ways so foreign and addicting.

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

“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.”

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.

“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me as I choke on your cock.”

I can’t stop looking at his lust-filled face, at the way he watches me with both hate and wonder. Lust and confusion.

That’s it, lotus flower, give me your emotions. Feed me your cracked control.

“I… I’m…coming, Niko…fuck… I’m coming…”

"NIKO"!!!!!!!

“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.

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.

His arms wrap around my back, a palm riding up to my head as he strokes my hair, slowly, sensually, as if he’s making up for how he pulled at it just moments ago.

Bran doesn’t look like it, but he’s a passionate kisser. He goes deep and furious. Sometimes deep and slow, like now, nibbling and stroking, touching and exploring, as if he wants to take his t...

Nikolai slides his boxer briefs down and kicks them away until he’s only wearing his bullet necklace. I try to look away, but I realize with daunting clarity that it’s virtually impossible to ignore the man in front of me.

During the past week, I had to stop myself from studying his extravagant tattoos, because that would mean I was staring.

I just let him give me the best blowjob of my life. And I don’t even like blowjobs.

I 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.

Also very hetero to say

He’s all muscles, proportionally placed over his tall frame and broad build. His tattoos are a mixture of artistic bleeding roses, skulls, and intricate designs. My favorite is the tattoo of a serpent wrapped around a skull that covers his shoulder and bicep.

He has a favorite and it's making me feel some type of way

His whole presence is effortlessly intimidating, but I’m far from being intimidated. It’s much, much worse. I’m burning to touch those muscles.

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

I feel a sense of triumph when Nikolai studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from head to toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.