God of Pain (Legacy of Gods #2) by Rina Kent

“For…what?”

“Bringing him out of his shell. I was so sure the cheeky bastard would die alone and I’d have to worry about my spawn even as I was living my glamourous life. Don’t you know just how pressing that is? The worst, I’m telling you. So thanks again. I’ll be forever grateful and I’ll sacrifice anything in your name except for virgin blood. Unless we go back several years in time?”

I can’t help the chuckle that spills out of me. “Oh, don’t be silly. Besides, I can’t take all the credit. If you hadn’t mentally prepared him before I came along, I wouldn’t even have been able to crack the surface.”

“True that! Damn, I feel like a proud papa.” His expression turns serious as he grabs my hands in his. “But I’m still grateful as fuck. I thought his demons would devour him whole, but now, I’m sure you won’t let them.”

“You can totally count on…it.”

My voice catches when a sudden vibration starts in my core.

Shit.

A burst of flames explodes all over my skin and my fingers turn clammy.

I glance around in search of the culprit, but there’s no sign of him.

The vibration goes up in intensity and my legs clench as I resist the urge to topple over.

I swear to God, he’s insane.

This isn’t the first time he’s turned on the toy since he made me wear it, but it’s the first time he’s done it in public. With so many people around.

The day after he inserted the plug, I tested the waters and took it out, but he found out because he has the remote control. After the punishment I got, I didn’t attempt to remove it again and wore it for the duration he specified.

Two days ago, he switched to a bigger butt plug that’s stretched me to lengths I didn’t think possible. Though I did enjoy the way he played with it while he was fucking me raw in the shower last night.

I just never thought he’d turn it on in public.

“Anni, are you okay?” Remi watches me carefully. “You look all red.”

I release a shaky breath as the vibration goes up a notch, causing me to flinch.

Dammit. Does he intend to make me come in front of everyone or something?

I stare down and find my fingers trembling in Remi’s, then I swiftly remove them.

Creighton must be somewhere and have seen this. That’s the only logical explanation for his craziness right now.

Damn the possessive asshole.

Despite the fact that I’m no longer touching Remi, the rhythm doesn’t lessen, but it doesn’t go up either.

“Anni?” Remi calls again. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah. Be…right back.”

I don’t know how I stand up, grab my phone, or walk. All I’m aware of is that I can’t just orgasm in front of them. I’d rather die.

At first, I pick the bathroom, but the line in front of it makes me immediately change direction. I basically run outside to the parking lot, but before I can find a nook to dissolve in, someone grabs my wrist and drags me behind him.

“Do you need a hand, little purple?”

“Stop it…” My voice is too throaty, too turned on as I clench my thighs.

“I told you not to touch them. I specifically said no touching.” His voice is calm, but anger flickers beneath the surface.

“I didn’t mean to… Oh…”

The intensity goes up again as he opens his car door and slips into the backseat.

I remain outside, watching with bated breath, my legs shaking and sweat trickling down my spine.

Creighton unzips his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. “Sit on my lap.”

My gaze strays sideways before I lick my lips. “We’re in public—”

“When I’m done with you, the public will be the last thing on your mind.”

You know what? Trying to please people never did me any good anyway.

Screw it.

I climb into the car and onto his lap, causing my dress to hike up to my waist. He closes the door, confining us in the narrow space. But it’s still much more comfortable than his previous sports car.

“Can’t you wait until later?” I whisper, but it ends on a moan when he slides his cock against my sensitive folds. The combination of that and the vibration sends my pulse flying.

“No underwear?” he whispers in dark words against my ear.

“I, umm, forgot?”

“Forgot or you were being a brat?”

He accentuates his statement with a flick against my overstimulated clit.

“Creigh, please…”

A pinch of his fingers against my clit, a slide of his cock near my entrance, but I’m not quite there.

He’s torturing me on purpose, I realize. He wants to make me feel the pain yet deny me the orgasm.

It’s a game he plays sometimes—driving me crazy for sport.

The rhythm goes on and on until I think I’ll go mad from the friction.

“You’re soaking wet, look at your cunt begging for me to fuck it. It’s so ready for me, isn’t it?”

I nod in quick succession, unable to say the words.

“But I’m tempted not to satisfy it tonight. You let another man touch what’s mine, and I don’t react well to that.”

“Won’t happen again, promise.”

“You made the same promise the other day while you were falling apart around my cock, so maybe we don’t believe you anymore. Maybe we’ll keep you soaking wet and messy, but without any chance to come.”