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

It hurts so much that tears slide down my cheeks.

It hurts so much that pleasure pools between my legs.

The addition of his fingers on my neck adds a primitive type of stimulation that robs my breaths and thoughts.

It’s like an out-of-body experience where I’m floating in a parallel universe that only my mind can reach.

“Your blood is making a mess of the sheets,” Killian groans. “Do you see the welcoming ceremony your cunt is holding for me?”

I shake my head, but he lifts me up by his grip on my neck and makes me see the blotches of blood on the white covers. He makes me see the in and out of his cock that’s covered with both blood and arousal as he rams into me.

His intensity increases with each passing second and so does the firm hold he has on my neck.

“Mmm. I knew red was my favorite color.”

He pushes me on my back again and pins me in place so effortlessly, it makes me quiver.

A bizarre emotion floats through me the more he’s in control. The more he dominates me, making me utterly helpless.

Without words, he’s telling me that I have no say in this, that if he wants to ruin me, he will. That if he wants to break me, he will.

Instead of hurting me, he’s choosing to fuck me.

Not so nicely, definitely without a gentle bone in his body, but I can tell he was holding back when he first entered me earlier.

I can also tell that it didn’t come naturally to him and he probably struggled with restraining his beast.

I can tell because the rocking of his hips has increased in intensity. My body slides across the mattress and if it weren’t for his palm angling my thigh and his grip on my throat, I’d be tumbling off the bed.

He touches with such nonnegotiable dominance that the only thing I can do is surrender and completely let go.

With each thrust, he goes deeper, stronger. The sound of my arousal and the in and out movements make me delirious and downright mad.

No one told me there would be an infinite amount of emotions flowing through me all at once.

No one told me it’d be this…otherworldly.

Pleasure pools between my thighs and the sharp ache subsides. There’s still some pain, probably from how big he is, but it’s muted by the pulsing erotic friction that happens right after.

Then he hits a secret spot, once, twice. My mouth opens in a wordless cry before all sorts of noises escape me.

“Look at how much of a mess you are, little rabbit. You sure you didn’t want me to fuck you not too long ago? Because you were made for my cock.” He settles on his knees and throws my foot on his shoulder. “Keep it there, baby, and you may want to hold on to the sheets.”

I don’t understand what he’s doing until he slides almost all the way out, then pounds in again. The different angle gives him a new depth that makes my lips fall open.

The beat of my heart jumps on and on until I’m scared it’ll be on the floor.

I can’t constrain the noises that slip out of my mouth, and even as I grip the sheets, it’s impossible to hold on in the midst of his animalistic rhythm that gets more intense with each second.

“Killian…slow down…”

His eyes rage with a color I’ve never seen before—a lighter blue, a living blue. A blue so bright, it’s almost impossible to imagine it on someone like him.

He thrusts in again, deeper. “I don’t think I can keep my promise about not hurting you much, baby.”

I rock my hips and release the sheets to place a shaky palm on his chest as I lift myself up. I think he’ll slap my hand away since he didn’t really like me touching him yesterday.

But he lets me get up a little, loosening his hold on my neck, though he doesn’t release me. We change positions so that I’m cocooned in his arms as I’m sitting up more.

“It’s okay…” I whisper, trying to match his in and out.

“If you think doing that will make me finish faster and get me off your case…” he trails off, his rhythm faltering for a bit when I slide my palm from his chest to his neck and then to his cheek. “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Connection, ever heard of it?”

“Don’t be stupid. If you fall for me, you’ll only get hurt.”

“The fact that you worry about me getting hurt is enough.”

“Not worry.” Thrust. “Think.”

“At least you’re thinking about me.” My voice breaks.

“Don’t romanticize me or you’ll be eaten alive.”

“Aren’t you eating me already?”

“This is not eating. This is an appetizer.”

I believe every word he says, and I know what’s coming is probably worse, but I still close the distance between us and brush my lips against his. They’re surprisingly soft, though thinned and a bit mean, like him.

“How about this then?” I whisper against his mouth.

“Still not eating.” He shoves me down on his lap and pounds into me from below. “Open your mouth.”

When I do, he angles my jaw up with his thumb. “Tongue out.”

I slowly stick it out, and he sucks it into his mouth, biting on it and kissing me open-mouthed, his lips clashing with mine at the same rhythm as his cock is plowing inside me.

There’s no way I’ll last long.