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

“No, please, Creigh.” I grab his face and kiss him on the cheek. “You wouldn’t do that to me, right?”

My lips move to his nose, then to his mouth. “You can punish me all you want after, but not like this.”

He groans against my lips and we inhale and exhale each other’s air.

Tension lingers between us, but he doesn’t stop his rubbing.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

His nostrils flare when I keep sliding my fingers in his hair. “Don’t be a flirt.”

“I’m only a flirt with you.” I brush my lips against his cheek, knowing how much he loves it.

“Keep this up and you’ll only get hurt.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you.”

A low grunt escapes his lips before he pushes the toy’s extension away from my clit, lifts me up, then shoves me back down, burying himself inside me.

I cry out when he’s fully sheathed, then takes a moment to adjust to his huge cock. But I don’t have a moment.

Not even a fraction of a second.

Creighton jerks his hips and thrusts with rough strokes. I’m sure he can feel the thin skin between him and the plug. I sure as hell do, and it’s so full, so absolutely full that it hurts.

The good hurt.

The type of pain I need with my pleasure.

Creighton fucks me with a brutality that leaves me gasping. I wrap my arms around his neck for balance.

With each thrust, a burst of pleasure washes over me. His hands grab my hips so possessively, so intensely, as I bounce off his cock and hit my head on the roof of the car.

He slows down when he notices. “Fuck, you make me an animal. Are you hurt?”

“No. Don’t stop…” I murmur.

That’s all the invitation he needs as he drives inside me with progressive intensity. This time with one of his hands on top of my head so it absorbs the shock of slamming against the roof.

The pleasure is overwhelming and the slap of flesh against flesh adds more to the erotic scene, but I’m not coming.

Something is missing.

Something…

My thoughts are scattered when he pulls my hair to the side and his teeth bite on the sensitive flesh of my neck. Then he releases my hip, yanks down the strap of my dress and bites my breast, adding more marks to the already fading ones.

When he traps my nipple between his teeth, I come. The blinding wave transports me to an alternate universe and I scream.

Creighton slaps a hand on my mouth. And even the muffled voice is so erotic that it adds to the consuming pleasure.

Pain with pleasure.

A combination only Creighton can give me.

He keeps ramming into me on and on until I’m almost out of it. When he shoots inside me, my eyes slowly close and I bury my face in his neck.

“I love you,” I want to say, but I keep it hidden in that dark nook in my heart. The one that’s too scared of letting people too close because I’d have to watch them leave.

The one that’s scared my feelings would mean nothing to him and I’d be cruelly rejected.

We remain like that for a while, breathing each other in while he’s inside me. Then we clean each other up with wet wipes.

It takes us more time than necessary, considering the stupidly narrow space. Cars aren’t made for sex, seriously.

The chances of convincing him of that fact are close to zero.

I tell Creighton to take me to his place. I totally look like I just got laid, and if we go back inside the club, everyone will just give us shit.

Creighton is all for that idea since he didn’t want to go out tonight anyway.

But instead of driving to the Elites’ mansion, he stops at a grocery store.

On the way inside, I ask, “Why are we here?”

“I’m running out of ropes.”

“Wow. Romantic.”

“Only for you.” He interlinks his fingers with mine.

I can’t help grinning at that, because I know he’s not the type to lie.

“I wonder what your parents would think if they knew about your tendencies,” I say.

“Dad is all for exploring who we are, so he wouldn’t mind. Mum…it’s better that she doesn’t know.”

“I gather your dad is open-minded?”

“The best. Nothing is too wrong or too taboo. He encouraged me, Eli, and Landon to pursue what we wanted.”

“He sounds badass. I wish Papa were the same. I mean, he’s awesome, just too strict, I guess. Like Jeremy. It’s why I wanted to have a fake boyfriend, you know. So my father doesn’t marry me off to the first suitor.”

“That won’t be happening. You have me now.”

My heart nearly explodes. “Does that mean you’re my boyfriend?”

“If you want to put that label on it.”

“What would you call me?”

“My girl.”

“I like that.” I beam. “You’re like my man then.”

“Your man, huh?”

“Yeah, sounds badass and suits your grumpy personality. I’ll proudly introduce you to my family one day. Papa and Jer won’t tell me what to do.”

His lashes lower as he stares at me. “How about your mother? Is she like them?”

“Nope. Mom is the sweetest and constantly acts as my armor against both Papa and Jer. They can’t defy her.” I laugh. “Women rule.”