God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

I’m going to hate-fuck him so that’s considered on the list.

Not a single blemish or tattoo in sight. He’s all smooth skin and marble-like in his beauty, my lotus flower.

“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.

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

“You look perfect marked by me. My own piece of fucking art.”

He’s a fucking conundrum, my lotus flower, and I can’t wait to break him into fucking pieces.

“Shut.” Kiss. “The.” Lick. “Fuck.” Bite. “Up.”

He has this look of complete confusion and utter abandon. Such a fucking enigma. I want to own him. Pull him apart. Fucking destroy him.

This was supposed to be a little game, but I don’t think I’m playing anymore. The worst part is that I feel like I’m already losing.

“Don’t call me that,” I mutter, a migraine starting at the back of my head. “What?” she asks, seeming lost. “Don’t call me babe. I’m not your babe,” I say, clearer this time, and her eyes widen.

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

I slam my lips to his, taking what’s mine. Because he is fucking mine. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know it yet and would probably deny it till kingdom come. It doesn’t matter that he’s a fucking asshole. He’s my asshole. Literally.

“Your arrogance knows no bounds.” “You love my arrogance.” “Keep dreaming.”

“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.

“If I die, maybe. Scratch that, I’ll haunt the fuck out of you until you join me, my Prince Charming. Then we can have a fuck fest in ghost land.” “You need help.” “Then help me, baby.”

“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.”

Looks like my lotus flower will meet the crazy Nikolai. God save his soul. Or, more accurately, his body.

“I will fucking kill him or anyone who dares to touch what’s fucking mine.”

with a growl and I release a protesting sound. “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.”

“Lotus flower?”

Others fuel that energy. My lotus flower tamed it.

Just so you know, I would’ve come even if you said no. Bwahaha.

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

Mine for the taking. Mine for the owning. Fucking mine.

I’m done for. A goner. Absolutely decimated.

If I say I’m not okay, will you come to the penthouse? Me If you want me to, yeah. Then I’m not okay.

“You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” “I’m starving for your lips.”

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

Fucking Killian and his psycho mind should be banned from existing around me.

Bran is a fucking fool. But he believes in my discretion, so I can’t just advertise the whole unorthodox relationship. Though he’d lose his marbles if I were to call it a relationship. It’s a situationship.

Okay, he doesn’t exactly love me. But I’m totally growing on him. I catch him smiling at my antics, and he does that more now. Smiling, I mean.

“You’ll regret that.” “Take it as payback for all the times you throw shit at me.” I break out in evil laughter and continue strolling down the street.

fashion. I know Bran is allergic to being labeled beautiful, but he so is.

What the fuck happened to him? Why does he go into this mode sometimes, as if he’s being chased by a monster?

His noises of desire are mine. His body is mine. He’s all mine.

“That’s it. Good boy.” “I’m not a boy. I’m older than you.” “Age is a number, and you’re definitely my good boy, baby.”

“Stop talking and fuck me.” “Mmm. Talk dirty to me.” “I need your cock inside me.” “More.” “I want you to pound me until I’m screaming.” “Fucking more.” “Fuck me until you fill me with your cum.” “Oh fuck. Where did you learn to talk like that?” “From you.”

Because yes, I missed him. I missed him to the point of insanity. I missed him until I couldn’t breathe.

“No, it’s not. And stop that. Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grabs my cheeks with wet fingers. “Let me lick your face.” “Hard pass.”

“Can I ask you something?” “Why do you need to request permission to ask me something?” “It’s the polite thing to do.” “Don’t do that with me. I don’t ask permission when I bombard you with questions.” “You don’t say.” “Hey! Was that sarcasm? The infamous passive-aggressiveness?”

I sip my English Breakfast tea and go through an e-newspaper on my phone while Nikolai devours the macarons like a monster.

Brandon King is ravaging me alive, and I can’t wait until I’m fully inside him.

Forget about Gareth. He can survive. I, on the other hand, need to recharge by strangling my lotus flower.

I can’t believe I slept for so long and missed the chance to see my Bran. I demand a redo, now and fucking thank you.

“You belong to me, Nikolai. I do not share, are we clear?” “Fuck. I love it when you get all possessive.”

“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.”

“You’re so weird.” “I’ve always been.” “That you have.”

Give yourself a pat on the crown for being a motherfucking elite seducer, Kolya.

You better remember who the fuck you belong to, Nikolai. Did I print that text and frame it? Possibly.

“Uh…so…remember Killian?” His lips part. “Please don’t tell me you’re with your sister’s boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend?” “What? No. Of course not, Dad.” “Ew, Levi.” Mum smacks his hand. “Fine, okay.” He releases a breath. “It can’t be worse than that.” “He’s his cousin.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”