God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

“Being on your knees is highly recommended indeed. Now, should we begin?”

I’ve always thought I had unusual family and friends. Heck, Grandpa is a ruthless sociopath. So is my uncle. My brother is even worse.

Fuck you. I’m a King, and we don’t get told what to do. Despite the fear that paralyzes my limbs, my gaze clashes with his as I bite down on his dick. Hard.

“I’m Annika Volkov, by the way. You can call me Anni or Anne. Just not Nika.” “I’m Ava Nash. A cellist. I study classical music at the School of Arts and Music.” “Cecily Knight. Psychology major.”

Eli, who was drinking from a bottle of water, pauses and tilts his head in our direction. Or more like in Ava’s. No words are spoken, but it’s like they’re having a silent war. Ava and Eli always had the weirdest relationship that I can’t put a name to. One thing’s for certain, though. It’s always been filled with some sort of tension.

His eyes are muted, no light whatsoever in their depths, but there’s something more. It’s almost as if he’s…angry.

“Hmm.” His expression doesn’t change, but his hand stops even though his fingers are still deep inside me. The throbbing heightens and I wince, trying and failing to contain it. My thighs shake and I think I shift forward. My eyes widen when I realize what I’ve done. I think… I just grinded into his hand. I hope and wish and pray to every deity under the sun that he missed it.

After one last dart of his tongue around his fingers, he pops them out. “Tell me, Glyndon. Was I just touching your virgin cunt?”

“I haven’t found anyone I want to have sex with.” “Why not? Surely you’ve had some attention.” “I just haven’t felt like it. Do you have any other questions, Your Majesty?”

I stare at her for a beat and then smile. Jesus. This girl is getting herself into big fucking trouble. Because I want to keep talking to her. And I don’t even like talking to people. I want to own her, even though I have no fucking clue what owning people is all about.

“We should’ve only had Gareth.” I heard him tell Mom when I punched one of my classmates because he was bullying my cousin. Mom cried her eyes out. “Ash! If you love me, don’t ever say anything like that again. Killian is our son, too.” “A defective one.”

“Now, for your end of the bargain.” He slides into my space before I can blink. His fingers lift my chin and my eyes widen as he lowers his head. The moment his lips touch mine, he’s wrenched off me in a flash. I stare in complete disbelief as Killian sends his brother flying against the wall.

I believe every word he says, and I know what’s coming is probably worse, but I still close the distance between us and brush my lips against his. They’re surprisingly soft, though thinned and a bit mean, like him. “How about this then?” I whisper against his mouth.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes out. “That’s right, your god. Worship at my altar, baby.”

Let’s do it your way, little princess. Don’t show your face near the fucker or I’ll kill him.

Mia is the only person on earth who’s told me, or more like signed to me, that “It’s okay to be different, Kill. I still love you.”

“If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”

So intense that I wish I could die and orgasm at the same time. But he makes me come again and again, demanding that I say the words. I don’t. He could kill me and I fucking wouldn’t. This is the last part I have of myself, and I vehemently refuse to hand it over. He said he wouldn’t lie to me. I will. Until he finally lets me go.

The footage I sent last time was the only one we have of Devlin. The last one who saw him alive aside from you was the red mask, and I’m sure you know who that is.

“You do. Now, stop grinning like an idiot.” She flips her hair back, still smiling. “You must be so into me, huh?” “Who’s the arrogant one now?” “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were the only one who was allowed the privilege.” “You were an innocent little virgin not too long ago, remember? If I didn’t acquaint you with eroticism, you wouldn’t know what that word means.”

“I’ll have you know that my secondary school boyfriend had a huge dick.” “You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?” She raises a brow. “Is it working?” This little fucking witch is learning faster than should be allowed.

“You still on that? Guess I haven’t punished you enough.” “Fuck you.” “Oh, baby. You know that foul little mouth gets me hard.” I expect her to throw out one of her tasteless prude comments, but all expressions vanish from her face as she leans over, levels her face with mine, and whispers, “Then stay hard.” And then she swiftly pulls her hand away and walks to the door of her dorm with a seductive sway to her hips. Did she just do that?

A very familiar, very annoying voice rings in the air. “Your seven days are up, motherfucker.”

“Is the word vomit done?” Landon’s expression doesn’t change, but he sounds edgy. That’s right. I pushed straight where it hurts. I told him his siblings don’t like him and he’s now seeing the proof.

Killian kisses the top of my head and before I can backpedal, he says the words that go straight to my heart. “I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”

“You know he’s very well capable of that. I will not have an innocent girl from a prestigious family caught in his web and not do something about it.” Gareth frowns, probably hating that I came with him. It couldn’t be because of what his role model said.

He’ll fuck me, catch me before I fall, and kiss my forehead, but he’ll never love me. And I will always want him to.

Because for the first time, I hate the way she’s looking at me. It’s not fear nor is it annoyance or defiance. It’s disgust mixed with anger.

However, it’s the first time I’ve heard the words, or more accurately, the bomb he dropped just now. I face him fully. “What did you just say?” His shoulders have tensed, and the expression on his face is the most savage I’ve seen. He’s losing control. I feel it. He must feel it, too.

Understand this, Glyndon, there’s nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you. It’s a violent volcano of obsession, possession, and deranged lust. If you want love, then I do love you, but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”