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

“You don’t get to come after that little show of yours. This isn’t a reward.”

A frustrated sound echoes in the air and I realize it’s mine when he picks me up and throws me on the bed.

I can breathe for the first time, but I don’t focus on the animal-like sounds escaping me or the ache between my legs.

There’s something much worse.

Killian.

He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his abs and stomach. Under the current tension, his physique appears massive, a weapon that can inflict both pleasure and pain.

Even the birds with broken feathers flying up his side appear more ominous. Destructive.

Killian proceeds to remove his trousers and boxers with infinite ease. He actually takes his time with the task, as if knowing exactly how nervous his methodical calm makes me.

I slide back against the mattress. “W-what do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He steps toward me with the grace of a black panther. “Finishing what I started.”

“Killian…”

“Yes, Glyndon?”

“Stop… I mean, let’s talk about this.”

“I’m done talking.”

“I’ll scream.”

“By all means, do. No one will hear you, and if they do, we can fuck on their blood if you’re not squeamish.”

I think I’m going to throw up. I wish this was him trying to scare me and that deep down, these were empty words, but this is Killian, after all.

He’s on me now, his hand fisting my dress. I try to stop him as he pulls the piece of clothing over my head and throws it away. I try to fight as he unclasps my bra and slings it to the floor. And in my attempts, I don’t think about what I’m doing—my hands flying everywhere until I’m naked in his arms.

It’s panic, I think.

If I don’t get a hold of myself, I’m going to lose before I even start.

Killian is on top of me, and his fingers flick my nipples so that both of them harden to sensitive peaks. “I’m never going to get enough of your gorgeous fucking tits.”

I place a shaky hand on his chest, on the physical perfection that is his abdomen and cut muscles and try to smooth my voice as much as possible. “You said you’d give me time.”

He doesn’t remove my hand, but he doesn’t push me down and force my legs open either. His fingers continue flicking my nipple back and forth, back and forth in an agonizing rhythm.

“That was before you decided it was a good idea to seduce my brother.”

“I didn’t seduce him.”

“His lips were on yours.”

“Like Cherry’s lips and tongue were on yours.”

“Your jealousy turns me the fuck on, but I didn’t kiss Cherry. She kissed me.”

“And I didn’t kiss Gareth.”

“Hmm.” He pinches my nipple hard and I whimper. “Is that so?”

“Yes, I promise. I didn’t want to kiss him.”

“Or see what his lips taste like?”

“Or that.” I soften my voice.

“Good call. They’re probably disgusting.” He’s caressing my nipples now, more pleasure than pain, but it’s the mild type of pleasure, the pleasure that’s not enough to stimulate my core, but I can put up with it if I can tame the tiger.

“Killian, please.” I test the waters and push him. He surprisingly lets me, so I do it again until he’s almost on his back.

But before he lies down, he becomes as hard as granite. “Nice try, baby. You almost got me there. I’m so fucking proud of how your cunning nature shows through.”

My breath hitches as he opens my legs wide and settles between them. “But we’ve got a score to settle. See, all types of parasites keep floating around you because I didn’t stake my claim yet, and that needs to change.”

I slowly close my eyes, admitting defeat. And the moment I do, a feeling I never thought I’d be experiencing under the circumstances washes over me.

Relief.

Complete, utter, and unmatched relief.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I murmur.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” My word is barely a murmur, but it feels so right, so liberating.

“I’ll try not to hurt you…much.”

Don’t try, I want to say but keep it to myself.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”

I don’t want to.

That will just remind me of what I am. Of what type of deviant I’ve become.

Killian is the worst monster I know, but he’s the only person I’ve wanted with twisted depravity.

The only person who provokes the hidden part of me from the shadows and makes me stare at them under the light.

It’s uncomfortable at first, but as time goes on, it’s…so peaceful.

“I said”—his fingers squeeze my throat as he lifts my leg high and thrusts inside me in one ruthless go—“look at me.”

My eyes shoot open, clashing with his as searing pain tears me from the inside.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I knew you’d be so tight and fucking perfect for me, baby.”

I shriek from the pain and something else I can’t pinpoint. Oh God, I’m the wettest I’ve ever been in my life, but it still hurts.