God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

But then again, since when do I care about that?

I gave her a chance to escape me, but she didn’t take it. If I want to own her, I will. When I’m done with her, no othe...

He’s nothing more than a devil.

“No one got hurt.” “Jeremy did.”

I’ve spent twenty years in his orbit and about three years crushing on him, and yet I have no clue who the hell he is.

“He still survived like a cat with nine lives. Also, hold on, why are you getting so worked up about Jeremy? Don’t you hate him?”

I don’t want to sit beside him, knowing what he’s done. It’s been a long time since I figured out he doesn’t care about me more than as a childhood friend, but this is the first time I’ve finally accepted it.

“I’m not going to help you with your plans,” I say with a calm I don’t feel. “Not now, not ever.”

My hair stands on end and I get that distinctive feeling of being watched and cryptic eyes following my every move.

Could it be him?

Of course it’s nothing. Why would I think he’s watching me when he hasn’t done it in weeks?

The same eyes that I can’t forget about, despite trying to. Despite convincing myself that he’s nothing more than a devil and I should be thankful he’s no longer interested in me.

My mouth opens, but he slams a hand over it. A large, masculine hand that steals my breath.

“Shh. Not a sound.”

“You’re coming with me.”

Or that I’m no match for him physically. “I’m going nowhere with you.” I pant. “We’re already over.”

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.

“Over?” He takes a step forward, trapping me against my car as a twitch lifts his lips. “We’re just getting started, Cecily.”

I watched Cecily all night long.

For a moment, I thought she saw me, that no matter how strategically I hide, Cecily will always see me.

Twenty minutes later, they were in a downtown pub. With their guy friends. Namely, that motherfucker Landon.

I’ve thought of a million methods of handling Cecily Knight once I had her beneath my claws again. I could play with her until she breaks.

My favorite is to let her run just so I can catch her.

Cecily watches my every move, that delicate throat working up and down with a swallow. Note to self: mark it again.

I’ve always liked how fast she catches on. She’s so intelligent and careful, too careful sometimes, that I barely resist laughing at how far she’s backing herself in a corner.

“What do you want from me, Jeremy?” “I’ll let you know that if you come with me.” “I’m not playing your games anymore.”

“Games? Is that what you call what happened between us? A game? I like it, though I prefer calling it a hunt. Tell me, Cecily, did you go on the club’s website again? Did you ask to be chased?”

“Leave me alone, Jeremy. You already got what you wanted.”

“You’re a monster,” she snarls. “I hate you.” “Your feelings for me have no importance.”

What the fuck am I? A teenager with no control over his libido? Why would this fucking girl have so much of an effect on me without even trying?

This will be a long fucking night. And I’ll enjoy every second of it.

“So I don’t have a choice in this? Whatever this is?” “Of course you do.” He cocks his head toward the door. “You can always leave.”

“What is this place, anyway?” He scoops what looks like a weird omelet onto my plate—the non-chipped one. “Let’s call it a vacation house.” “More like a horror house.”

“How do you know that…? Wait a minute, were you watching me again?”

The way he looks at me is unnerving. It’s like he wants to devour me instead of the food and then break me. Or maybe both at the same time.

He retrieves his glass and makes a show of drinking from where my lip marks are.

compatible and share a very specific kink. I can make you feel alive and desired in ways no one else is capable of. I can take away the burden of being socially accepted. It’s all in the palm of your hand if you quit being standoffish and stop fighting me every step of the way.”

“We’re not compatible, Jeremy.” “How so?” “You think of me as your toy, someone you can dish out orders to and expect to fall in line, and I just refuse to be that way. You don’t even give me a fair chance to make my own choices.”

Jeremy actually has a gun and he said he’s going to play a game with it. Russian roulette.

Gone is the person who made me food and even smiled while talking earlier. A demon has taken his place and transformed him into a soulless monster, who’s hungry for flesh. My flesh.

What’s the reason behind the mental stress, Cecily? What drives a confident girl like you to the point of dissociating from the world?”

He won’t pity me. He won’t judge me. He just listened, and for some reason, that’s comforting in a bizarre way.

“Because your darkness calls to mine. I want to unleash that repressed part of you and toy with it, with you, like when I smeared your innocence all over my cock. I want to own you, Cecily, every part of you, what you show and what you hide beneath self-imposed shackles. I won’t stop until you’re fully, thoroughly, and undeniably mine.”

Because this man won’t stop. No matter how far I run or how well I hide, he’ll flip the world upside down just to find me.

He doesn’t want me for me. He wants me due to his fixation on me or whatever image he’s created of me in his twisted head.

I’m being fucked by a gun.

“Say my name,” he orders, the command nonnegotiable. “Jeremy,”

“Say you wanted me that first time, not some other fucker, me.”

“You’re mine, not anyone else’s, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.”

“You,”