God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) by Rina Kent

Another one follows.

And another.

Oh, God.

His hands slide up my stomach to my nipple and then down again, but that’s not all.

My core clenches due to being rubbed on and on by his very hard cock.

I’m such a pervert for dreaming about this when he’s sick, but I guess I underestimated my sexually frustrated state when I went to sleep.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Sometimes I want to cage you so no one but me can look at you.” Even his voice is slightly slurred but so deliciously deep and dark, like when he’s touching me for real.

The dream gets ten out of ten for details.

“I want to shoot everyone who dares to look in your direction or cause you pain. I want to bathe in their fucking blood and throw their insides at your feet. I want to fuck you there, too, in their blood, to stake a claim. You’d probably bolt if I said this to you directly, so I won’t. I’ll just keep owning you over and over, until you can no longer think about leaving me. I’ll be your shadow so no one dares to hurt you.”

He accentuates his words with a rub against my pussy, a pinch to my nipple, a bite to my stomach. He’s everywhere, and I wish that was the only reason I was turned on.

His words have the strangest effect on me, they make me delirious and greedy for more.

Maybe I’m sick, too, for being this aroused by his threats of murder for me.

His fingers leave my nipples and slide to my throat. The moment they squeeze, my air vanishes.

Killian throws my leg up against his chest and he pounds inside in one delicious go.

This isn’t a dream.

My eyes fly open, and sure enough, I’m completely naked. My legs are flung over his shoulders as he holds them hostage with one hand while the other is currently on the verge of suffocating me.

Wasn’t this crazy bastard feverish not too long ago? Actually, he still is, judging by his hot touch.

Or maybe that’s me.

Just how can he have this intense power, even worse than usual, when he’s sick?

Apparently, my body doesn’t understand that logic, considering the sluicing sound of his cock going in and out of me.

The fact that he didn’t give a fuck that I was asleep and took what he wanted anyway makes me a mess.

A wanton mess.

I dig my fingers in his wrist, fruitlessly trying to ease his hold on my neck even as I soak his dick and the sheets with my arousal.

“That’s it. Fight, baby.” His expression is manic, absolutely terrifying. “The more you do, the harder I fuck you.”

I go berserk, scratching and clawing and trying to hurt him anywhere I can reach.

And as he promised, he fucks me harder and faster, with a power that knocks the living breath out of me.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts, his eyes half closed, probably with both dark lust and the fever’s pain. “You’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen when you’re taking my cock like a dirty little whore.” He releases my legs. “Keep them there. If they fall, we’ll start all over again.” Then he reaches between us and glides my arousal to my back hole, making me shudder, then thrusts a finger inside. “Your ass is feeling lonely. Look at it clenching around my finger wanting to take part in the fun. You’ll let me fuck you raw until you’re screaming my name, won’t you?”

I’m choking on my breaths and unable to think, just feel.

So I fall into that sensation of being completely ravaged by him. His hand, his cock, and his finger in my arse are all moving at the same time, creating the maddest chaos.

“Maybe I should fuck it right now so you know what a huge cock actually feels like.”

My eyes widen, and I come, just like that. I think there’s something wrong with me, because this is definitely one of the strongest orgasms I’ve had yet.

My moans mix with chopped-off screams and it goes on and on, until I think I’ll pass out.

“Such an innocent face for a dirty little slut. Your mouth likes to sing the ‘no’ tune, but you’re choking my cock at the promise of me taking your ass like an animal.” His lips pull in a snarl. “And yet, that motherfucking brother of yours dares to say he’ll give you to someone else. He has the audacity to think I’d let anyone but me see you like this.”

It’s that rage again, it’s bleeding off him in waves, and he stretches my back hole with his finger as his rhythm goes out of control.

“The only reason he’s not buried six feet under is because of you, Glyndon.”

I believe him. Wholeheartedly.

Shit.

If it wasn’t for whatever fixation he has on me and the knowledge that I would rather die than have him hurt my brother, he’d totally take it personally.

He is taking it personally.

But I still feel a tiny bit of relief at the knowledge that the thought of me, not my actions, have the power to stop him.

He eases his hold on my throat. “Say you’re mine.”

“Stop it, Killian.” I pant, downright shivering with the remnants of my orgasm. “You’re feverish.”

“I can still stuff you with my cum while you orgasm again. Now, say the fucking words, Glyndon.”

I shake my head, even as tears of pleasure gather in my eyes.

“If this is playing hard to get, then you’ve taken it too fucking far. Say it.”