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

Since when does he call my brother Bran? And how are they so close when they barely hung out today?

Though maybe I’m underestimating Killian’s ability to charm people.

“I’ll be right back,” I announce, though I’m not sure any of them hears since the video game is loud and they’re arguing.

One more reason why I chose this opportunity to slip away.

I’ll hide in the loo until Bran is finished with his game and we can leave.

My steps quicken to the guest bathroom on the lower level, which is next to the game room.

Steps sound behind me and a sudden chill goes down my spine.

“If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”

I don’t allow myself to think about it as I run the short distance to the bathroom and slam the door shut with all my might.

But a hand slips through like in a horror film, complete with the scare and the terrified yelp.

I try to push the door shut, but my effort doesn’t compare to his brute strength.

To the power behind it.

To the twisted intent coating it.

I’m physically flung back when he bangs the door open, appearing nonchalant, effortless, as if he found no trouble eliminating an obstacle that’s in his way.

Which I honestly think he didn’t.

He stalks inside the bathroom, letting the door close with haunting slowness.

I’m trapped with a monster.

One with beautifully cruel features, a sinful physique, and no mask.

He won’t even pretend he’ll take it easy on me now, will he? No promises of I won’t hurt you much, or I won’t fuck you if you suck me off.

This is him uncut.

I wish it was merely a scarface, that if I tried to peel it off, it’d collapse. But it’s his true face. No scars to uncover, and no alternate reality to find.

And I need out of his reach.

Now.

I turn to the toilet’s door; my last resort is to lock myself in there.

Two steps are all I take before I’m wrenched back by a merciless grip on my hair.

I shriek, but the sound is muffled by a harsh hand on my mouth as my back hits his chest.

“Shhh.” His lips brush against my ear, so sinful and dark that my stomach drops. “You don’t want your brother to come in and see his sister getting fucked raw, do you?”

I shake my head frantically, but it’s not to agree with him. It’s so he’ll stop this fucked-up charade.

“What was it he called you?” His voice sounds casual, but it’s anything but. It’s lava spilling from a volcano. A hurricane that’s flipping the ocean inside out. “Right, little princess. Think he’ll still feel that way when he witnesses his baby sis all fucked up with my cum?”

My core clenches and I try to push away from him, but the more I do, the tighter his grip turns on my hair. It’s downright painful and tears spring to my eyes.

“Bet you’re wet like a dirty little slut.” He effortlessly pushes down my shorts so they pool around my ankles and slips a ruthless hand inside my underwear, cupping me. “I knew you’d be soaking for me, baby. You like being manhandled till you can’t breathe. You like how I confiscate your will. It turns you the fuck on, doesn’t it? Admit it, you don’t like my nice side. You’re a fucking whore for my devil side.”

I shriek a “No,” but it comes out like a haunted sound against his hand. It comes out like a big fat lie that I don’t know if I’m believing anymore.

Killian pushes my underwear aside and thrust three fingers in at the same time. My eyes roll back from the ruthless force and the pleasure that pulsates through my core. The fact that he’s muffling my voice and my breaths is making this even more demented.

Erotically sinful.

Killian uses his hold on my mouth to push my head down. “Look at how your cunt is thrilled with my fingers. You wanted me to find you and pin you down and force you to come. You wanted me to make your little pussy sorer so you feel my cock with every step. You want me, baby.”

I shake my head over and over.

He merely shrugs. “It’s up to you whether you believe it or not, and it’s up to me to fuck my cunt whenever I want. See how you’re dripping all over my hand, you dirty slut?”

He makes me watch the in and out of his fingers and my embarrassing arousal. He makes me see every move, every depravity, adding more edge to the act.

“That’s it, swallow them up.” He adds a fourth finger, stuffing it against the others, and I honestly think he’ll tear me or something. “Relax, you took my cock, you can handle this much.”

He pounds them into me at the same time, scissoring, interlinking, deepening them.

My eyes droop and for a moment, I honestly believe I’m going insane from the onslaught of pleasure.

“Think I can fit my whole first in there?” he whispers with dark lust, and my eyes shoot open as I turn my head to shake it.

He merely chuckles. “Don’t faint on me, little rabbit. I still have a lot to punish you for.” He flicks his thumb against my clit, making me see stars instantly.

It’s embarrassing how fast I come from the clit stimulation.