God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4)

by Rina Kent

“Stop talking to me like that,” I sign. “Like what?” “Like I’m your toy.” “I prefer my future fuck doll.” “More like your Grim Reaper, because I’ll slice your throat while you sleep.” He laughs. “You’re such a menace, I want to gobble you up.” “I’ll give you indigestion, asshole.” “Worth it, muse.”

I don’t like to label what I feel for you as love. This”—he points between us—“is much more potent and twisted than mere love. If loving someone means letting them go and wishing them happiness with someone else, then I don’t subscribe to that definition. But if love means protecting and wanting to take care of you till my dying day, then I love you more than anyone has ever loved another human being.”