God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods #4) by Rina Kent

My lips part as I study his face.

He looks genuinely confused. He was going against his nature to provide me with a form of happiness, but I shot him down.

I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. Lan engulfs me, his larger hands covering my back in a protective cocoon.

“If you don’t speak to me, I won’t understand, Mia. Do my actions have the opposite effect of what I intended?”

I shake my head against his chest and then push back. “It does make me happy. I guess I was a bit salty because I missed you these past couple of days.”

A wolfish grin lifts the corner of his lip and he strokes my cheek. “Say that again.”

“It makes me happy.”

“No, the other part.”

I smile. “I missed you, Lan.”

“You did, huh?”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“That’s part of my charm, though. Besides, I’m allowed to according to your aunt, who I like very much, by the way, no clue how she’s the tasteless Killian’s mother, but I digress.”

“Aunt Reina said you’re allowed to be cocky?”

“No, but she did mention that I’m the only guy you ever introduced to the family. There was apparently this Brian in high school, but he barely met your mom and only due to a coincidence. By the way, what’s his full name?”

“Brian Muller. Why?”

“I just want to know the name of the loser so I can disrupt his life.”

“Don’t be unreasonable. Brian and I went on five dates max and we didn’t technically do anything.”

“I know, which is why I said I’ll disrupt his life, not destroy it. Now, define technically because the answer to that will certainly decide his fate.”

I purse my lips.

“Did he touch what’s mine, Mia?” He wraps his fingers around my throat. The grip is loose enough to let me breathe, but it’s firm enough to establish who holds the power. “The lack of answer is an answer, muse.”

“No, it’s not. I just refuse to succumb to your unreasonable demands.”

“Tell me, then. Did the loser Brian touch this pretty little throat? Did he feel your pulse point and get hard by the notion that he holds your life in his hands?”

My heart nearly stops beating as Landon slides his free hand beneath my camisole, over my stomach, and to the swell of my breasts. My nipples tighten against the satin cloth and he twists one, then pulls. A shudder flashes through me and an ache blossoms between my legs.

I can’t stop the way I respond to him or even tame it.

Maybe I don’t want to.

The reason I’ve been addicted to Lan isn’t only due to his intensity but also how utterly unhinged he tends to be.

“Did he play with these, then? Did he tease your nipples like an inexperienced pubescent who’s only seen real tits through porn? Did you enjoy his touch?”

A moan slips out of me as he twists the other nipple, but it ends in a gasp when he pinches it to the point it hurts.

It hurts enough that my eyes water.

It hurts enough that my inner thighs feel sticky with wetness.

There’s definitely something wrong with me. Otherwise, why the hell am I so attracted to this?

“He did, didn’t he?” Landon’s voice darkens, lowering to a frightening edge. “He put his hands on what’s mine.”

“I wasn’t yours then,” I sign with shaky hands, barely able to keep my wits about me.

“Highly doubtful. You were always mine, Mia. We just hadn’t met yet.” He slides his open palm down my stomach, then pushes my shorts and panties down enough to grab my aching pussy. “What else did this Brian who’ll soon be wiped off the face of the earth do? Did he dry hump my cunt? Did you like the feel of his limp dick?”

I shake my head.

“Is that a no?” His eyes darken on me until I’m completely at the center of his attention.

“I never liked his touch. It was too gentle.”

A smirk that could only be described as nefarious curls his lips. “And you don’t like gentle, do you, my little muse? You don’t like to listen to sweet words whispered in your ear while being fucked missionary style. You prefer the kinks and the unknown. You get off on the rough and the fucked up.”

Slap.

I gasp as throbbing pain flares in my pussy. The crazy bastard did it again and I can’t even bring myself to pretend I’m offended anymore.

“Bet you didn’t get this wet for Brian. Did you?”

I shake my head.

“That’s my girl.”

He releases my neck and unbuckles his pants, the sound echoing in the air around us. I barely catch a glimpse of his hard cock when he lifts me up.

My shorts and panties slide to the ground and I’m butt naked in his arms. Letting him carry my weight, I sign, “We can’t, Lan. Dad will find out.”

“I won’t fuck you. I just need to feel you.”

My protests stop at the back of my throat when he slides his cock against my soaking-wet folds. The feel of his skin on mine offers a reprieve from the throbbing pain of the slap.

It’s always been this way with Lan. Pleasure can only come with pain—rough, decadent, and absolutely delicious.

I wrap my arms around his neck. In the descending darkness, he looks savage and absolutely rugged. The fading bruises add a dangerous edge to his already ferocious nature.