God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

There are a lot of things I can’t pinpoint when it comes to Cecily Knight.

Such as why I’m watching her take a shower, and why the fuck it’s taking superhuman effort to not join her.

There should be a reward for the effort I spent to back off.

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

“Why did you choose this color for your hair?” “Why are you asking?”

“It’s an unusual color to dye one’s hair. Commonly, people try to hide gray hair, no?” “I guess. Not me, though.”

“Why not?” “You’ll think it’s stupid.” “Try me.” And since when does she care about my opinion?

“White-haired characters are usually my favorites in mangas and anime. They have this intelligent, wise, and reserved aura that I always loved, so I went for it. Not going to lie, it’s a pain to maintain, but...

“I’m not intelligent and wise. Reserved, maybe.” “You’re the smartest and wisest person I know. Except for when ...

“So what? We’re not hurting anyone by cheering on gay men to get together. I won’t allow you to shame me.”

“Who says I’m shaming you?” Her defensive stance turns into that of careful bemusement. “You’re…not?”

“Why would I buy you those if I were?” She narrows her eyes. “Why did you buy these, anyway?” “So you can read them here.”

“How do you know I’ve gotten this far in all the volumes?” “I was in your room th...

“Stalker,” she says, but she sits down opposite me and strokes the covers o...

“It doesn’t bother you to be called that?” “If that label makes you feel at ease, go right ahead. I have no fucks to give.”

“It’s not normal that you stalk me, buy the mangas I read, do some research on them, and even buy clothes that are exactly my size. Did you go through my wardrobe?”

“I did, but I didn’t need that to kno...

“I remember every nook of your body and can guess the size.” Her lips tremble, but she murmurs,...

“So you keep telling me. You need to learn that I don’t give a fuck about what’s considered normal or socially acceptable. If...

My blood turns ice-cold in my veins at the thought of that fucker who hurt her and transformed a proud girl into someone who can’t control herself. What he did to her must be the reason why gagging and drugging are her limits. I will find him. I will make him regret fucking with her.

Cecily might be a toy, but she’s my fucking toy and no one is allowed to touch her. Hurt her. Or engrave a permanent scar inside her.

Every night, I have to show up at the cottage. If I don’t, his shadow will loom wherever I am. Whether I’m at the shelter, the library, or out with friends. Anywhere.

Jeremy is a savage devil and an unapologetic sociopath. I know because I’ve been around him long enough to put an appropriate label on him.

In his mind, he believes the course of events that took place had to happen in that certain way, and there’s no force of nature that can convince him otherwise.

After all, whether he’s a sociopath or a psychopath, Jeremy scores high on the antisocial spectrum, and his type has a fickle sense of relationships and an even shorter attention span.

Not only is he not growing bored of me, but he’s also extending the amount of time I spend in his company.

Now, he fucks me longer and won’t let me leave until the early hours of the morning, so I’ve started going back to the flat at near dawn.

I certainly wouldn’t grow a soft spot for him because he makes each of my sexual fantasies come true. Or admit that he’s slowly allowing me to grow into that part of myself and accept it as a fragment of who I am.

“May Lan beat that arsehole to a pulp and free Anni of his dictatorial reign. Amen.”

You don’t mind being fucked to within an inch of your life by Jeremy.

“I don’t hear your amen, Cecy.” Ava gasps. “Or do you want Jeremy to win?” “What? Of course not.”

As for Jeremy and me, we’re…fuck buddies who share the same kink but don’t have anything else in common.

I’ve been fucked continuously by Jeremy for the past two weeks and a few times before that, but this is the first time I’ve see him half naked.

Veni, Vidi, Vici. I came. I saw. I conquered.

My thoughts are cut off when Jeremy wipes the blood off the corner of his mouth and stares straight at me. As if he knew I was there all along.

How the hell did he find me in the middle of all these people?

He’s looking at me as if I’m the first he’ll devour.

As if I’m the only one he sees in the crowd. And that doesn’t make sense. Jeremy has never looked at me this way. Or has he?

My gaze remains locked on Jeremy, who’s glaring at Landon as if he has a personal grudge against him.

Could he know about Landon’s involvement in the fire? Maybe about my involvement?

However, another novel emotion I’ve never witnessed on his face lurks beneath the surface. Something like…relief. Surprise?

“You came.” It’s a bewildered statement at best. I let my palms flatten on his shoulders. “You told me to come every night, remember?”

“You’re e...

“I see.” There’s something weird about his tone and expression tonight. It’s…softer. More human than beast.

And Jeremy is never soft, so this is throwing me off, but I also grab on to it, wanting, no, needing, to get inside his armor somehow. It’s not fair that he’s the only one who gets that privilege.

“Earlier.” I clear my throat. “How did you know I was there?” “I know everything about you, Lisichka” “But I don’t.”

“You don’t know everything about yourself?” “I don’t know anything about you, Jeremy.” “You don’t need to.” “I want to.”

“Why?” “To make i...

“I’m not a fair person.” “I’m well aware.” I let my fingers linger on his hard jaw. “But I still want to find out.” “Good luck...

I release a breath and he smiles a little—as much of a smile as Jeremy can offer. And holy shit. Why does he appear tenfold more attractive when he does that? It’s not healthy for my skyrocketing heartbeat.