God of War (Legacy of Gods, #6)

by Rina Kent

Eli King has been my damnation ever since I figured out what that word meant. My nemesis. The only man who’s immune to my charms. If anything, he disregards them with cold indifference. Like right now. His eyes exude a bottomless darkness, and their stormy gray color never rages or revolts. Never deviates from the coldness I faced the day he shattered my heart to pieces and stomped all over it. “Turn around and remove your distasteful presence from my sight, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear your embarrassing confessions.”

I hate how tall he is, and I’m not short by any means. It’s just that Eli was made to look down his straight nose at most people, and he does it so well, with a pinch of arrogance and an unhealthy dose of utter disregard.

“Breathe, Ava. Fuck, come on, beautiful. Breathe.” I actually stop panicking for a second because what…? What’s going on? He called me ‘beautiful’ and he’s touching me. Matter of fact, he’s been touching me since I woke up. Eli never touches me. The longer I stare at his eyes, the more my breathing slows. They’re different. But how…? Why…? “That’s it. Good girl.” My heart trips over itself and my breathing stutters. The machines beep louder and my world tilts on its axes. Did Eli just call me a good girl? The Eli King?

“He’s talking to you, Ava,” Eli says with a cruel tilt to his lips. “We got married two years ago, remember?”

My intuition is proved right when he brushes his lips to my ear and whispers in dark words, “You’re so fucked, Mrs. King.”

“You will look at your face when you come on my fucking fingers. The ring you wear isn’t a decorative item, Mrs. King. You’re my wife. My property. Fucking mine. It’s time you properly start acting the part.”

come to the grim conclusion that my wife has the destructive energy of a world war and the emotional IQ of a plastic flower.

“I want to mark you, Mrs. King.” He fists my hair and lifts me so my back is flush against his chest as his dark, lust-filled words roll into my ears. “I want to hurt you, bruise you, and own you so thoroughly, you’ll be ruined for all other men. I want to feel your pain, see my welts on your porcelain skin. I want to choke your throat, bite your lips and nipples, and leave my presence across your whole body before I pound into your tight cunt so ruthlessly, you’ll beg me to stop.”

“What will happen to me? Will you make me disappear as well if you catch me with another man?” I stop at the bottom of the stairs and lift her chin with two fingers as I speak with chilling calm. “Will I catch you with another man, Mrs. King?” She shakes her head twice. “Then the question is redundant.” “And what if it happens…hypothetically?” “Hypothetically, I’ll claim you on his corpse so you recall who the fuck you belong to.”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop. You took my virginity, so you better make this worth it.” “Fuck.” He plunges in again, panting in my ear like an animal.

She’s such a fucking brat sometimes, I want to punish her for it. Turn her skin red. My sick desire for her rages inside me, demanding that I throw her down and tie her up before I proceed to choke, pound, fuck, and own every inch of her rebellion.

“Rems! Help me.” I level him with a glare. He rubs his ear. “I’m afraid I have temporary loss of hearing. Oh my, better check with my GP. Shit’s serious.” “Remi!” Ava shouts, but I can hear the suppressed laughter in her voice. “Are you blind, too?” “No, I ain’t seen nothing. I ain’t seen nothing. Matter of fact, I’m blind in my left eye and forty-three percent blind in my right eye. I don’t see much of nothing. Matter of fact, I can’t even see you, sir.”

I AM CACKLING

We’ve been having sex regularly for the past few weeks, and by regularly, I mean every day. Sometimes, two or three times a day. But I’ve never seen him naked. Not once.

My husband is a full-blown sociopath, and I’m his insane, completely illogical obsession.

The reason I haven’t acted on these cryptic feelings to own and punish and possess the living fuck out of her is because I thought they’d eventually dissipate. Unfortunately for her, they’ve grown into this furnace of chaotic emotions and an urgent need for ownership. And while I still don’t have a full grasp on their meaning, she’s pushed me to act on them.

“You have already captured my heart, body, and soul, Ava. I have no clue when it started, but at some point, my possessiveness and obsessiveness with you turned into this inferno of emotions where I was prepared to lose you if it meant protecting you. That’s when I realized I was in love with everything about you, whether it’s your obsession with pink, candy floss, or cheesy books and films. The lack of you has stripped my world of color and made me realize you’re my sole light in the darkness. It’s why I killed for you and would do it again in a heartbeat. I’d kill everyone if it meant I’d get to keep you. Perhaps that’s not the healthiest form of love, but it’s all I have. The heart you slowly awakened is entirely yours to do with as you please.”

He kisses me like it’s our first and last. At the same time. He kisses me like he’ll never stop kissing me. There’s something excruciatingly searing about this moment. He engraves himself deep inside me as I am carving myself into him.

“I love you, Mr. King. I’m all yours.” “Love you, too, Mrs. King.”