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

But then something interesting happened.

I felt her hymen with my fingers.

I’m pretty sure I don’t give a fuck about virgins. They’re a hassle, a nuisance, and usually not a good fuck, so I have to get laid before and after to get my dose of physical stimuli.

So why the fuck is my vision filled with the image of the blood I’ll smear all over Glyndon’s thighs when I tear into her cunt?

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her face is red—like the blood that I will extort out of her—and so is her neck and her ears.

Even her lips have turned redder, hotter, and should I bleed those, too? See what exactly lurks behind that thunderous pulse, the soft beauty and the translucent skin? I bet red will make her a masterpiece.

Maybe now?

I focus back on the road.

Repress.

Repress.

I chant the words in my head for the millionth time tonight, because I swear to fuck this seemingly normal, innocent, fucking boring-on-paper girl might not be boring or normal, after all.

She’s still innocent, though.

And I’ll shatter that innocence, wreck it to pieces and flounder in its blood—just like all the other things in my life. She’ll be my new masterpiece.

“We’re talking about your intact hymen, baby. Aren’t virgins at nineteen a Middle Ages currency? Actually, no, even then, they birthed babies at fourteen, so you’re a rare species.”

She shoots me a death glare—her standard expression when she’s with me, aside from the annoyed and speechless ones.

The last is my favorite. Her lips will part and I’ll start thinking about all the ways I can get my fingers between them.

“Are you done?”

“Glad you asked. I’m curious. Why have you remained a virgin until now?”

She stares out the window, huffing. “None of your business.”

“What did I say about taking the high road? Do I need to deflower you on the road like an animal before or after you answer my question? Maybe while you scream and cry and bleed?”

Her head whips in my direction. Despite her attempts to camouflage her fear, the unnatural shine in her big eyes gives her away. Their green becomes lighter, frightened, chaotic. And so does the shaking of her lower lip that’s begging to be bitten. “Fuck you.”

“Since you’re somewhat of a prude, your cursing with that sweet voice is in fact a turn-on, so unless you’re willing to suck my cock, I’d advise you to refrain from it.”

“Oh wow, shocker. You actually used the word willing.”

“It might not look like it, but I can be a good sport.”

She snorts, and usually, that would be juvenile as fuck on other people. On her, however? I want to bite her lips into my mouth, feast on them with my tongue, and rip them against my teeth.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is the first time I’ve thought about kissing someone before I’ve even fucked them.

Kissing is pointless anyway, and I don’t indulge in the activity in the first place. So why are my fingers twitching to wrap around her throat as I devour her lips?

“You’re not a good sport, Killian. You’re the worst game to ever exist. I bet you don’t even know what the word willing means, or maybe you do and just don’t care.”

“Definitely the second option.”

She stares at me with that cat-like curiosity. Glyndon thinks she’s not interested in me, but she sometimes watches me as if she wants to peel back my skin and peer inside me, too.

It’s the first time anyone has ever looked behind the façade and has been more in tune with what lurked deep within me. Maybe it’s because she already knows I can’t be contained.

Or that she’s already seen my demons.

And while she’s terrified of them, she’s still curious about them.

“Do you do this a lot? Kidnapping girls to God knows where?”

“You agreed to the ride, so this is not kidnapping.”

“Let me rephrase then. Do you stalk and haunt the hell out of girls and manipulate them to agree to a ride that is totally not kidnapping?”

A smile twitches on my lips. Her sarcasm is adorable. Still annoying, but adorable all the same. “You’re the first, baby.”

“How about what happened on that cliff?”

“The first for that, too.”

“I don’t know whether I should feel flattered or terrified.”

“Go for the first. As I said, you can enjoy this instead of being scared of me.”

She releases a long breath. “Why am I the first?”

“Others wouldn’t be irritating and fight every step of the way. In fact, they’d beg for my attention.”

“Well, I’m not others, so how about you grant them your attention and leave me alone?”

“They’re not the ones I think about all the ways I’ll stuff them with my cock, watch them writhe beneath me, then fill them up with my cum, you are.”

Red creeps up her neck despite her attempts to remain unaffected. “Even if I don’t want you?”

“Considering you shattered all over my fingers and had to mute your moans for it, I’d say you want me. You just hate it and will probably fight tooth and nail before you ever admit it out loud. Lucky for you, I understand your inner thoughts. Aren’t you glad you have me and not some loser who’d run away after the first no?”