God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

Orange Mask rises to his impressive height that nearly eats up the horizon, then slowly, too slowly, his head tilts in my direction. The neon stitches glow in the near darkness as eerie silence stakes its claim. My spine jerks when his rough, deep voice echoes in the air. “I know you’re hiding. Come out and I promise not to hurt you. Much.”

“Fuck me first,” I whisper, my voice so low that I barely hear it. His entire being pauses, like when I slapped his hand earlier. “Fuck you first?” he repeats slowly, almost as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue. I nod. He releases my hair, hand snaking down to the pulse point in my throat, leaving shivers in its wake before he cups a breast through my shirt. His touch is savage, almost punishing as he digs his fingers into the skin. “Why?” It takes everything in me to remain collected despite the throbbing and the dull ache in the sensitive flesh of my breast. “I don’t want to die a virgin.”

Jeremy Volkov. Leader of the Heathens, part of the Russian mafia, and the current reigning monarch over the whole of TKU.

“So this is how good girls like you get off. Does being used in the middle of the night like a worthless fuckable hole turn you on, Lisichka?”

My thoughts are confirmed when he stares at me over his shoulder, his eyes still in tune with the night, tapering and shimmering with that mystic darkness. If anything, they appear more unhinged. “Come back when you’re ready to be fucked properly.”

That dull, maybe not so dull, person has gotten herself the worst type of attention. Mine.

“No wonder you like to be chased when you touch yourself this gently. How about I show you how it’s properly done, Lisichka?”

Jeremy places a finger to his mouth. “Shh. Unless you want your friends to see you eaten for dinner.”

“I won’t have sex with you, Cecily. I will fuck you.”

can still taste you on my tongue. Ten-star meal. Would try again.

“You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka. My fucked-up place.” He kneels between my legs and slides

“Mmm. Such a good girl. Do you feel your cunt milking my cock?” My mouth falls open,

And then he lifts his head, chasing crimson red off his lips with his tongue. My blood. He’s marked me fully, thoroughly. It’s painful, it’s erotic. It’s wrong. But feels absolutely right.

hands. “So fucking breakable, Lisichka. I love how sensitive you are,” he muses, tone slightly amicable. I want to drown in it.

My chest still hurts thinking about how he disappeared into the night without a word. Not even a note or a text. And I hate those emotions.

“I’m going nowhere with you.” I pant. “We’re already over.” And he ignored me. He ghosted me. He gave me the best experience of my life, then completely erased me. He brought me out of my invisible bubble just to decimate me. And that hurt.

When he kept nudging her shoulder with his, demanding her attention and eventually getting it. I was so close to walking up there and slicing his throat then watch as it formed a pool around his body.

Usually, her scent is that of delicate water lilies, but right now, she smells of me. Not sure which one I like the best.

“Don’t,” I grind out. “W-what?” “Your nervous energy turns me on, so unless you’re up for riding my cock, tone it down.”

ahhh

I caress her arm, her collarbone, and then her throat, pausing at the fading mark at the side. Note to self: make a new one.

I’m going out with friends and I won’t be coming tonight. So you can have whatever dinner you want. Come over after you’re done. No. I wasn’t asking, Cecily.

“Not only did you refuse to keep your side of the bargain and show up, but you also turned off your phone, wore fuck-me clothes, and came here to dance with some assholes.” His hand slides to where my dress stops at my thighs. “Did you think anyone else could touch you, Cecily? Hmm? That someone else would be able to put their fucking hands on what’s mine?”

“I’m not your property, Jeremy. I’m a person.” “My person,” he nearly growls the words. “Next time you let anyone touch you, I’ll fuck you in their blood and make you come all over their corpse.”

If I spot you within a ten-mile radius of her, I will fucking kill you and dump you so deep in the sea, no one will find your corpse.”

Cecily Morning. Thanks for these I spend a full minute of intense staring at the sparkling heart but still can’t find an explanation for it. One thing’s for sure, I like it, and it caught me completely by fucking surprise since it’s the first time she’s sent one.

He made me addicted to him and then forced me into the worst withdrawal.

A shiver goes through her and she snuggles closer to me, as if I’m her safety. I’m anything but fucking safety, but I want to be a haven for her right now.

“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re part of what makes you who you are.”

He’s a beast, but he’s the beast who breathes life into me. He’s the beast who’d slaughter the world to pieces just to protect me from it. He’s my beast. I just have no idea what I am to him.

“I won’t hurt you, Cecily.” I tug her away so that I’m staring at her tear-streaked face. “You’re the fire to my icy heart, and while I loathed that at the beginning, I soon came to the realization that I can’t survive without that fire. My feelings for you are nowhere near conventional. They’re neither proportional nor measurable, and that heart you melted and the emotions you provoked belong to you. I’d rather be smashed and broken to pieces with you than be whole without you. I’d rather remain a beast for you than become a man who has to survive without you.”