God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

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

“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.”

“Wow,” she finally breathes out. “I don’t even know what half of those mean.” “Which ones? I’ll happily explain.” “No, thanks. You’ll probably end up trying them on me.” “Not if you’re not interested.” “Are you serious?” “You really need to quit the habit of questioning everything I say.” She shifts from one foot to the other. “I’m just surprised you’d willingly forgo the chance of trying those kinks on me.” “I don’t need kinks when I’m with you.” She pauses. I pause. The whole world fucking pauses. That’s right. I don’t.

His arms wrap around my middle, keeping me in place as he inhales me. “You chose me.” “What?” “Back there, you chose me in front of your brother. Brothers, plural. And that fucker Eli.” Shit. He was conscious during that? 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.”

Because as much as I hate to admit it, I trust him. He likes to hurt me, but he doesn’t want to break me.

I have not a shadow of a doubt that the little rabbit is flipping my world upside down. And I’ll let her. Because she’s mine. And I’ll set the whole fucking world on fire to make sure she remains safe.

“No, but I thought you’d beat him, maybe, and God knows he’d deserve it, but not that you would kill him. I thought you’d think about it from my perspective. If you had, then you would’ve realized the guilt of being behind someone’s death would crush me.” “How about my perspective then? You’re the one who keeps my demons at bay, the one who makes me look forward to new days. You’re the only red in my black-and-white world. You’re my fucking purpose, but he hurt you. He put his hands on what belongs to me. On my girl.” He wraps a hand around my throat. It’s not harsh, just enough to tell me who’s in control. “Listen to me and listen to me well, Glyndon. I spent my whole life repressing my true nature, but I’d willingly embrace my demons for you. I’d turn into the devil, a monster, and whatever weapon I have to be if it means I can protect you. You will never, ever question me about it, do you hear me?”

I have always been direct about what I want from you.” “And what is that?” “You being mine. I’ll give you the world in return.” “The world?” A tear slides down my cheek. “What defines the world to you, Kill? Because for me, it’s waking up next to the man I love and being sure that he loves me, too. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I know that I fell in love with you. So hard that it hurts to know you’ll never feel the same.” “Who says I never will?” “Your nature. It’s not that you don’t want to change, it’s that you genuinely can’t.” “Don’t go putting labels on me. See, what I gather about love is that it’s noble, tender, and means if you love someone enough, you may have to let them go. 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.”