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

“Missionary.”

“Too vanilla for someone who’s anything but vanilla.”

“Well, I like simple stuff and caring lovers. Sorry my kink isn’t as exciting as your extensive experience.”

“Which is why we have to fix that. You’re in desperate need of the excitement that comes with the unknown. Sex is supposed to be a fun indulgence, not a boring technical task.” He narrows his eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time.

I stare back, glaring, even though my insides are crumbling. What is he thinking now? He couldn’t have possibly figured out that the only clue I have about sex is some porn videos.

Yes, I was curious, but not enough to give it to the first boy who came knocking at my door.

“What are you looking at?” I sign.

“I’m trying to think of the experiments we can perform to determine your possible kinks. For a start…” he trails off. “Strip. Leave the boots on.”

“No, thanks,” I sign, even though I can feel my cheeks turning hot.

“Don’t be a prude. We already saw each other half naked.”

“An experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”

One second, he’s sitting leisurely like a lion in his den, and the next, he’s on me. The whole thing happens in a flash and I don’t even register when he hovers over my chair. One hand lands on the armrest and the other wraps tightly around my throat.

Oxygen dries out of my lungs and I gasp for nonexistent air.

“You don’t seem to grasp the situation, Mia. My patience has limits and I don’t appreciate mouthy brats.” His thumb presses on my pulse point. “But perhaps this is part of your kink repertoire, too. You love having that control taken from you by force, don’t you? You love not being able to think about what will happen or how. You prefer just being there, like when your tight little cunt creamed my fingers.”

He eases his hand enough to offer me a breath, but not so I’ll be able to kick him in the balls.

I still try to claw at his fingers as he reaches his free hand out and gropes me over my dress. My nipples instantly harden and he finds them, slowly flicking them over the material with lazy ease.

“See? Your body is welcoming me, so how about you follow the example?”

I glare at him. This is only a bodily reaction that could happen even if I were with someone else. I refuse to believe that my skin’s rising temperature is because of him.

Landon plunges his hand into the front cut of my dress, beneath the built-in bra, and twists my nipple. A zap of pleasure shoots to my groin and I bite my lower lip.

This definitely didn’t happen when Brian touched me in high school.

“So responsive.” He strokes my pebbled nipple and my pulse point at the same time, then twists the other one.

My toes curl in my boots as pressure builds in my most intimate part. I can feel myself wetting my panties, and the embarrassment makes me curse myself and him.

The man who’s using me and offering me pleasure I never thought available.

He toys with my nipples, his powerful calloused hand twisting, flicking, and pinching so hard, I gasp and try to bury my face in the chair.

He doesn’t allow me that, though. His hand around my throat tightens, keeping me firmly in place as his fingers torture my nipples and his eyes drown mine in a pool of chaos.

“You want this to stop?” he asks with dark, sinister words.

I nod once.

“Then do as I said earlier and strip.”

I reach behind my neck and he does release my super sensitive nipples, but that doesn’t stop my thighs from getting sticky and wet.

The position is awkward, but he doesn’t even help me as I lower the zipper and shimmy out of my dress.

The material pools on the ground in a silent whoosh, and just like that, I’m in only my panties and the boots. Landon’s somber gaze measures me from top to bottom, darkening and gleaming as if I’m a meal he’s looking forward to consuming.

No, possibly eradicating off the face of this earth.

I’ve never felt both naked and desired in my life.

“You look like my new possible addiction.” He slides his hand from my neck, over my sore nipples, and down to my belly. “Addictions don’t survive me, little muse.”

Goosebumps erupt on my skin like a fiery explosion.

He said he’d make it stop, but he’s taking it further. And I’m not even trying to put an end to this.

Could be that I’m enchanted, or, more likely, it’s because I’ve never reached this level of arousal in my life.

His long, powerful fingers linger on the band of my panties before he slowly, crudely, and so deliberately glides his middle finger over the soaked cloth.

An evil grin curves his lips as my wetness shamelessly seeps onto his hand.

He lifts it up and massages the sticky evidence of my arousal between his fingers. “Choking and manhandling. Check.”

I look the other way and wish I could disappear into a hole and never crawl out for the rest of my life.

“Perhaps we can also add the kink of being given an ultimatum.” His face gets so close to mine that I can only breathe his intoxicating scent and minty breath. “You would never admit to wanting me unless you were in this position, would you?”

I’m about to snarl at him, but he strokes my own arousal down my nose, over the slope of my cheek, then presses his middle and ring fingers on the cushion of my lips.