God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

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.”

oh shiiiiiit

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

ooooo

“You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka. My fucked-up place.”

“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.”

omfg

“That girl you touched belongs to me, and do you know what I do to people who look at, let alone hurt, what’s mine? I make them wish for death.”

YES

“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.”

I resist the urge to stroke the freckles beneath her eyes. The one hundred fifty-three of them. And yes, I counted them.

awww

I want to trap her in that small nook between my heart and rib cage so that she’ll never find a way out.

“I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”