God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

I don’t want to put an end to it. Not now. I’ll keep this up for a while longer. He said I can blame it on him afterward. So it’s not on me.

“I’m not a girl. Don’t call me beautiful.” “Men can be beautiful. I am, for one.”

“You love the way I look at you,” he continues, biting the corner of his lip as he slides his hungry gaze over me. “You love how I touch you.” He flicks a finger over my nipple, drawing a shudder from me. “You definitely love playing hard to get.”

“Call me Niko like you did earlier.” “I did no such thing.” “You totally did while you shot your cum down my throat. You said Niko in this sexy, needy voice.” “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“What…” I clear my throat. “What should I do?” “What I did to you.” “I will not get on my knees.” “I went on my knees for you just fine.”

“I don’t know how to do this, okay? I’ve never…” “Sucked off another guy?” I nod slowly. The thought of making a fool out of myself gives me worse nausea than the fact that I actually want to do this.

A part of me is buzzing with the possibility of giving him pleasure as ...

I just came, so why the hell am I getting hard again? I never get hard after a release. Never.

“Just do what you think you’d like when getting a blowjob.” That’s the fucking problem. I don’t like those. Well, until now.

Have never been comfortable with sixty-nine and, therefore, haven’t done it. I’ve always liked to be in control of every sexual act, even if I was bored out of my mind during it. Now, however, I don’t feel uncomfortable.

“You’re killing me.” His lustful voice rushes through me like an aphrodisiac. I smile, loving the idea of killing him.

The thought of a notoriously frightening man like him being so into me is a strange turn-on.

I guide him into my mouth and groan around him. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it when his skin explodes on my taste buds. Maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to do this for longer than I would like to admit. Maybe it’s because h...

“Mmm. Fuck. Your mouth is made for sucking my cock. You’re doing so well.” I growl around his skin and he thickens even more against the vibration. For some reason, the praise sends me into a frenzy.

He’s breaking me, crushing my very foundation to fucking pieces, and I’m overwhelmingly addicted.

I lick and tease his piercings so enthusiastically, it’s as if I was born to suck cock. Not just any cock. His cock.

“You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” I ask, my defenses depleted. He grins, eyes shining with mischief. “You know I will.” “What if I ask you not to?” “We both know your mouth is a fucking liar unless I’m devouring it.”

“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?”

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.

“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.”

I was supposed to get under his skin, but he’s the one spreading beneath mine like poison. It won’t be long before he reaches my heart and slams it to a halt.

I couldn’t care less about the aftermath of the pleasure. If fear and pain are the price I must pay for another taste of him, then so be it.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you as badly as you’ve ruined me, my lotus flower. I’ll get so far beneath your skin, you’ll never fucking get rid of me.”

It's that look that drives me insane. I see my reflection in those dark blues, and for the first time, I don’t hate what I see. Not when he looks at me like he can’t get enough. Like I’m the center of his universe. Even temporarily.

not to mention the fact that you got this fucking place just so he’d feel safe away from everyone else?

This is so cute I’m crying

Should I come to the morning run tomorrow or stop altogether? Why are you asking me about what you should do? Answer me. Do you want me there? Yes or no. Yes.

Real talk. You okay? Why wouldn’t I be? It was your first time being fucked and you didn’t let me take care of you afterward, so I’m a bit concerned.

By the way, I noticed you had no food in your place, so I ordered you some Italian pastries for breakfast.

Bran, this is the gayest thing you've done. Gayer than letting Niko fuck you in the ass.

My gaze follows the cum that spills out of him, trickling down his thighs and smearing his balls and spent cock. I kneel behind him, pull his ass cheeks apart, and feast on the cum, licking and fucking it back inside him.

“You’ll kiss me?” he asks cautiously, hopefully, even. “I’ll always kiss you, baby.”

“Are you going to run away again?” “I’m not running away. I’m leaving.”

:(

Only one addiction can actually lead to my decimation. One addiction forces me to forget everything else whenever he’s in my vicinity.

Whenever he touches me, kisses me, fucks me. I pretend my outer skin doesn’t exist. 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.

it’s getting harder to willingly lose his lips, his touch.

The more I enjoy myself, the more painful the aftermath. But it’s not as painful as forcing myself away from that damn penthouse. It’s not as painful as waking up every day and having this queasy feeling in my stomach because I know he’s waiting outside the mansion’s gate.

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.

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

Why did he make it a habit if he wasn’t going to keep it up?

Me Are you ignoring me? Nikolai Doesn’t feel so good when the roles are switched, huh? And to answer your question, I borrowed a page from the Brandon Asshole Dictionary and decided not to show up for the fuck of it. Just like you ghosted me last night.

We never agreed that I’ll be there every night. Then be here every night. Just like I go to see you every day.

You’re being ridiculous. Me? Ridiculous? Jesus fucking Christ. Have you seen your hypocritical face in the mirror lately?

Me This is going nowhere. Let’s stop talking. Nikolai Aaaand you’re back to your favorite hobby. Run away, baby. You’re a champion of that bullshit.

You know what? Fuck that. If you don’t feel the need to come over every night, I also don’t need to see you every morning. In fact, don’t show me your fucking face today. As if I want to see your fucking face. Fucking great. Wonderful. Awesome. Fantastic.

I hate when mom and dad fight

I keep checking the exchange every half an hour like a junkie, but there’s nothing from him. No stupid, entertaining story of the day. No memes. No dick pics that he loves to send at the most random times.

I really went ahead and made myself addicted, didn’t I?

Right. He can’t stay away. After all, he’s the one who’s obsessed with me.

Sure

I lean against my car and pretend to watch the firefighters, the Heathens’ guards, and any individual who comes into my vicinity. However, no matter how much I search, I can’t find a trace of Nikolai.

Pretending to be nonchalant, I face Anni. “Is everyone else okay?”

look up at the balcony where I first saw the Heathens and Nikolai on that initiation night. It feels like forever ago.

It doesn’t matter how many times I touch him, how many times I kiss him. At the end of the day, we go back to our respective worlds.