God of War (Legacy of Gods, #6)

by Rina Kent

kids. I might even like them if they look anything like their mum.

“Just that he was, um, half-naked and I wrapped my arms around his neck and said my husband wouldn’t like this.” She watches me closely, her face pale as if she’s a prisoner waiting for a sentence. I resist a smile. It was me.

Little does she know that I’m the one walking her round and round in the custom cage I’ve carefully constructed for her.

“I…I was going to heat you some dinner.” He walks toward me, eating up the distance in two strides, and wraps his hand around my throat. “Be my dinner.”

“Whew. What a good night kiss.” “If you believe I’ll stop after a kiss, you’re in for a massive surprise, Mrs. King.” “Yeah? What do you intend to do?” “Kiss every inch of your body, then fuck you for all the times I couldn’t.”

She’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t look her in the eye without feeling the burn in my bones.

Every day is a tick drawing Ava closer to her next episode that, according to Dr. Blaine, will be worse than the last. The last being that she’ll forget everything.

Does she forget often??

“You can be so adorable when you’re compliant, babe.” And then she slides into the back seat. I remain rooted in place, resisting the urge to touch where her lips burned my skin. Did she just call me adorable and babe in the same sentence after kissing my cheek?

“Name two happy memories.” “When Dad sat me down and told me I was born different and I have no reason to feel ashamed of it. In fact, I should be as proud of it as he is of me.” A wide smile touches her lips. “I love your dad.” “He’s married.” “And so am I. Get your head out of the gutter, bro.” “I’m not your bro. I’m your husband.” She rolls her eyes. “What’s your second happy memory?” “The day we got married.”

“Breathtaking indeed,” I say, my eyes focused on the soft slopes of her face. The charm radiating from her stabs my armor and slashes a crack that’s much more fatal than the previous ones.

Does she know she can get me to do anything if she begs?

As she looks at me while I fuck her mouth, I realize with depressing clarity that she’s already seeped beneath my skin and she’s currently flowing through my blood.

For a moment, as we kiss and she snuggles against me, I choose to think we’re normal. Ordinary. Simple. For a moment, I choose to forget that I have two options for my wife. Either watch her wither away or admit her to a mental institute and watch her fall apart on the road to no return.

I did not want to hearthis :(

“Let’s have a baby.”

Im sobbing

“Dad?” I interrupt them before they end up in the guest room ripping each other’s clothes off. “Yes? “She wants me completely out of her life. I can’t and will not accept that, but I also don’t want to be the reason behind her worsening state, so what do I do?” “Easy. You wait.” “For how long?” “As long as it takes. You’ll lay low and keep an eye on her until you believe she’s ready.” “What if she’s never ready?” “She will be. Ava’s strong and will bounce back. Besides.” Mum pats my shoulder. “She’s worth waiting for.” She is. Since she waited years for me to come around. I can do the same. For as long as it takes.

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“What does this mean?” I breathe out. “The phoenix is you.” He kisses my throat, sucking on my pulse, and I arch, giving him further access. “M-me?” “You’re a beautiful mythical being who can be born from the ashes of your illness.” “And the tree of life?” My words end on a moan as he keeps sucking and devouring my throat. “That’s me. I believed I could contain your rebirth, every time.”