God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

So he wants to kill her?

I am very much conflicted

This way of talking is getting old may I say

I heard that some student drove himself off a cliff after the last initiation.”

She didn’t stop touching me, holding on to me, fucking injecting her venom into my veins until all I could breathe was her arousal and her motherfucking fruity perfume.

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

I don’t want her dead. Fuck. I actually don’t want her dead and I’m ready to fight my demons so they’ll abandon the urge to see inside her.

Thank fuck for that

“A creep is a creep.”