Flames of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #1)

by Amelia Hutchins

“Be a good girl, and I may even let you suck it.”

“I wouldn’t suck your dick if it contained the last air molecule in the entire universe, puppy. You’re not man enough to handle me, anyway. You’re probably like every other male on this planet who thinks bitches should bow down and worship that tiny little thing between your legs. I don’t fucking bow to anyone. I sure as fuck don’t bow to “some self-conceited, self-absorbed, self-appointed king” to a town that should be burned to ashes and destroyed, asshole,”

I preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I’d never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.

I wanted to set the little bitch on fire and watch as she burned; to see what the fuck stepped out of the ashes when she rose still covered in the dust. I wanted to set her world on fire and fuck her in the ashes of it, watching as she realized just how ruined she was when I was finished with her.

“Did you think I’d allow anyone else to fuck you, Aria?” His gaze held mine as he pushed into my body without warning.

“I’m entirely too self-centered, too conceited, and too assured of myself to allow anyone else to fuck you, sweet girl.”

“That’s my name. It’s also what you’ll be screaming all night. Look at you, so fucking exquisite taking my cock, and you took all of it, little one. Look at that pretty cunt stretched to fit me like a glove, so fucking tight.”

“I wanted you to hurt for me, to feel every fucking inch of me in this tight, dripping cunt until you never forget how I feel in it, or what it felt like when I made you mine.”

“Good girl, take what you need.” He gazed at me through heavily hooded eyes as his hand slipped between our bodies, rubbing my clit to increase the pleasure as I toppled over the edge crying his name repeatedly. “Bloody hell, you’re so beautiful, Aria.”

“You make the most beautiful noises when I’m fucking you, sweet girl,”

“Good girl, Aria.”

“Fuck me sideways. She’s trying to dominate you, Knox,” someone chuckled. “She’s fucking wickedly delicious.”

“What the fucking-fuckity, fuck is she? An Ifrit?”

“Are you drenched for me, little creature?”

“Aria and I are the same person, silly beast. She’s in pain, so I am here to protect her as she protects me as I grow stronger within her. When she is ready, we will meld together and be one.”

“Are you planning to fight me, or fuck me, little monster?” “Both, and then I will eat you.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “It matters little in which order the events occur.”

Life is a bitch, and you can let it destroy you, or you can face it head-on and show that it doesn’t define who you choose to become in life.”

“You make the most delicious noises when I’m inside you, sweet girl.”

“Welcome to the world, pretty girl,”

“Yeah, but then she just zoomed on up the stairs and was like, ‘I need that dick, Knox,’ and you were like, ‘slide on down it, Aria.’ Meanwhile, we were all like, ‘who made the popcorn, because they’re about to fuck right here,’ but then you got all defensive and shit, and hid that honey pot as you plowed it.”

“You were let into my home because of me, but you messed up. You came in too soon when I still suspected you were an enemy. The House of Magic showed me all the cameras you installed to watch what was happening inside the house and throughout the property. The video you saw? With a simple spell, you only saw what I wanted you to see. The trackers you placed inside the house in our things? I found those too, and I disabled them. The piece of vellum you added to the grimoire room when you shoved me against the desk? I rewrote it. I planned for betrayal, Knox, because my life has been one big letdown after another, and you’re just the newest one in a long line of disappointments. My mother taught me that no matter who you let in, they weren’t always on your side, and more often than not, they would seek to destroy you the hardest. She would say that those we let get too close to us, are often led there for a reason. If not for a reason, then they sought you out and did so with a motive that shouldn’t be trusted. So, you see, I trusted no outsider even if they’re fucking me. I may not be as strong as you, Knox, but I will go toe-to-toe with you in intelligence.”

“Don’t make me fight you,”

“You won’t keep me, Knox. I am Aria fucking Hecate. I am a survivor. War is in my veins, and I assure you, if you do this, I will escape you. I will fight against you. I will always fight for my family. It’s in my blood and burned into my bones to protect them. You’re fighting for the memory of your ghosts, but I’m fighting for the lives of mine who are still here.”

“Let’s go to war, asshole. I’m about to rock your fucking foundation and rewrite history. War is brutal, but so is love. Let’s rattle the realms, monster, and see which one of us ends up burning in the ashes of the fire we set, and which of us will rise as a legend these realms will never fucking forget.”

“I’m a woman, Knox. We only need a few minutes to rain hell down upon men.

“Is this where you set yourself on fire, and I get to roast marshmallows on your cock?”

“I will kill him for this,” he whispered angrily. “Why? You plan to kill me one minute and then say you want me alive in the next. Now you want to kill someone for groping me? I don’t get you at all, Knox. You hate me, yet you protect me. You saved me so you could enslave me. You kiss me awake in the morning, and yet you promise to destroy me. You hate me because you want me, because admitting that to yourself is a slight against the memory of your wife. You don’t get to put that guilt on me—that is not fair.”