God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

“Does that mean you’ll quit if you want to?” “I’ll quit if you take their place and keep my lips and hands busy.”

“No, I don’t. I just see myself as neutral. Instead of black, white, or gray. I’m colorless.” “You’re an entity. You can’t be colorless.” She huffs. “You’re just black.” “Black?” “Yeah, I give people colors and you’re definitely black, like your soul, heart, and that disturbing head of yours.”

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.

She’s a stubborn, hotheaded little shit, and I’m here for every fucking second of it.

“You always wanted the nice guy; too bad you got the fucking villain.”

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

“With your presence.”

“You make the demons go away, even temporarily.”

I’m addicted to how he puts me above everything else, how he goes out of his way to make sure I eat—even bugs Anni about it. I’m addicted to the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not looking and how he didn’t listen to my brother’s demands and, instead, chose to stay with me. I’m addicted to him.

I’ll be your shadow so no one dares to hurt you.”

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.”

“Shouldn’t you be busy with school?” “Never too busy for you, baby.” “Aren’t you the charming one?” “Only with you.”

“Who the fuck did this to you?”

“Fuck, baby. Open your eyes. Tell me who did this.”

Because she’s mine. And I’ll set the whole fucking world on fire to make sure she remains safe.

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?”

“If you weren’t, would I waste my time trying to see things from your perspective? I’m not an altruistic man, never was and never will be, but you’re part of me now, so I’ll get used to thinking the way you do.”

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.”

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.”

Not all girls like the hero. I was fated to fall in love with the villain.