God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

“It’s unfair that you feel so safe,” she grumbles as her body relaxes in my hold, and her breaths even out as she falls into a slumber. My nose strokes her hair, breathing in the raspberries mixed with alcohol and I also let myself fall asleep. Because she feels safe, too.

This isn’t even funny anymore. I’m constantly on the edge of murder because of this woman, and the worst part is that she’s the one who’s stopping my demons from acting out.

I consider whether I want to kiss the fuck out of her or choke her right now. Probably both at the same time.

“I’m sorry, what? I can’t hear you over the victory fireworks in my head.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Stop being adorable before I fuck you right here, right now.”

Full-blown satisfaction fills my system at the thought of being her anchor. It isn’t some Prince Charming, a boring type, or another man. Me.

The only thing I remember from this house is Mom’s terrified expression, Dad’s frown, and eventually his ‘we shouldn’t have had Killian’ and ‘he’s defective’ words.

“You are different from your brothers, Glyn. Bran is day, Lan is night. You’re more special because you’re a mixture of both.”

“Killian,” I whisper-yell. “We’re in your parents' house.” “So? They have sex all the time. They’re probably in the middle of it as we speak.” Gareth throws a pillow at his head. “Thanks for the image, motherfucker.” Killian throws it back. Harder. “How do you think you came to life, sunshine? By shitting rainbows?” He tugs on my hand. “We’re leaving. Now.”

“Stop it, you tyrant.” I can’t help but laugh. “You don’t see me moaning about you touching patients and seeing them naked.” “That’s different. They’re patients.” “And this is art.” “I still don’t like it.” “You’ll get used to it.” “Start convincing me then.”

“You damn dictator.” I glare at him through the mirror. “I’m going to pretend you’re not there.” A low chuckle fills the room. “By all means. I’d love to see you try.”

For some reason, this part of him ticks all of my twisted boxes.

So, my little rabbit. I want you to admit to one of two things. The first is the obvious statement of being mine. The second is that you wanted me that first time.”

“Don’t stop sketching, my little rabbit. Show me what those hands can make while you’re filled with my cock.”

“Next time you say what I’m offering is not enough, I want you to remember this view. I want you to remember how every part of you is fucking mine.”

He’s filling me up in ways I’ve never felt before, and it’s not only physically. I’m so done for on every other level. And I’m free. I look at him in the mirror as the orgasm washes over me. It’s more than an orgasm. It’s a wrecking force and I’m being blown to pieces by it.

He’s marking me, I realize. Every part of me. “I knew you’d make a masterpiece, little rabbit.”

A lone tear slides down my cheek because I know that this type of obsessive and intense connection is the only thing he has to offer. 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.

“You…really will let me go back alone?” “I don’t want to, but I will.” 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. And I’m not ready to find out if she’ll act on her threat.

“That was before I realized she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you, asshole. I didn’t need to bring you down, because you’ve left me alone ever since she came into the picture. You don’t actively try to make my life hell like before, and you were starting to seem like

“Spare me the bullshit.” He forcibly wrenches himself from my hold. “You never wanted me to be born? Wonderful. Guess what, Dad? I never wanted to be your son. There, I said it, and you know what? I’m not even sorry, Mom. I should’ve told him this a long time ago.”

One thing’s for certain, Killian will always be my son.

I’ve been married to this woman for over twenty-five years, and she still makes me fall for her harder every day. Every single moment. She’s not the reason behind my happiness—she’s the definition of the word.

“Do you think he’ll be able to get Glyndon back?” “Oh, I’m sure he will. He looks at her the way you look at me.” I raise an eyebrow. “And how do I look at you?” “Like you’ll destroy the world as long as I remain safe.”

“That we love him no matter how different he is.”

“Friendship goes both ways. If he was only using your support and good heart, he wasn’t your friend, he was a parasite.”

They’re asking for war, but they’ll get fucking annihilation.

“Can’t this be dealt with in a different way?” “You mean instead of decapitating them, we cut them into pieces?” I say.

“Not sure if I should be glad or creeped out that you two are finishing each other’s sentences.”

Her lips tremble, an ugly expression taking over her face. “Why her and not me? I came first, I had you first.” “Beats me. Probably the face. Hers is better than yours, even when bruised. And the voice. Glyndon’s is the sweetest I’ve ever heard. You know what? Everything. She has the aura of a queen while you’ll always be a lowly peasant, Cherry. When I looked at you in the past, I used to feel indifference, but now, I have this urge to crush your fucking skull, so tell me what I want before I start acting on those feelings.”

blah fucking blah.

Sometimes she feels like someone who’s waiting to be ruined.

The mansion they use as a base is similar to ours, only a bit more gothic and smaller, like their dicks.

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.

You’re the only red in my black-and-white world.

You’re my fucking purpose,

“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?”

And I’m also well aware that if I take one life, I’ll need to feel that rush again and again, until I get caught for it. While that option might have been negotiable in the past, it’s absolutely not a possibility now since it means I’d have to leave you.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Of course you are. I bet you like the tidbit about how you hold power over me.” “It’s only fair with all the power you hold over me.”

“I’m yours, Killian. I think I’ve been yours since we first met.”

“Glyndon said it’d be difficult for you to accept me, but I’m willing to try to get your approval for her sake—minus you, Landon. I don’t give a fuck about your opinion. Mr. and Mr. King, I respect you for bringing Glyndon up all these years. In fact, I tip my hat to you for protecting her during the time I wasn’t in her life, but know this—you’ll never be able to take her away from me. You can break my legs and arms, but I can still crawl toward her.”

I would’ve never been able to be a good father if she wasn’t the mother of my children. She understands the difference between the three of them and does her best not to squash it. She never dressed Landon and Brandon in the same clothes. Not even once. And when people told her they’d look cute in similar clothes, she said that she wasn’t ready to sacrifice their sense of identity just so everyone would think they were cute.

A faint blush covers her cheeks. “You think Killian loves me?” “Loves you? No, it’s more than that. He looks like he’s ready to wreak havoc for you, and believe me when I say that type of love is rare to find.” “You think?” “I’m sure.”

Killian will always be Killian, with his unorthodox methods, brooding personality, and bleak mind, but he smirks when he sees me, he kisses my forehead after he pleases me. He fucks me like he can’t breathe without me.

Before me, he used to be an aimless monster. Now, he’s my monster.

“I’m yours, my monster.” “And I’m yours, little rabbit.”

“Well, remember that unfortunate thing about how much I love you? Due to that reason, I actually miss you when I don’t see you for a certain amount of time.”

“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”

Glyndon grabs onto me, her fingers stroking my cheek as a girly, happy smile covers her lips. “I love you, my monster.” “And I love you, baby.” More than she’ll ever comprehend, think, or know. I love her to the point of fucking madness.