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

Kayden remains still for a beat, but then he unhurriedly stands up. “Very well.”

I expect him to play against Frank, but he merely exchanges a few words with him at the entrance. He throws one last glance at me before he leaves.

My chin is suddenly jerked up so that I’m staring into Landon’s merciless eyes. “I’m over here, muse. You should know by now that I don’t appreciate not being the center of your attention.”

“You should know by now that I couldn’t care less. Aren’t you supposed to have gotten bored already?”

“I am, but I’ve come to the bitter realization that this is different.”

“Different because I keep telling you no and you don’t like that word? Or is it different because for the first time in your life, you won’t get what you want?”

“Different because I’m taking drastic measures I’ve never entertained before.”

“Such as?”

“One, being patient. You’ve been pushing it for a while now. In fact, you’re so past my limits that I don’t see them anymore. Two, playing nice with your brother and cousin despite the countless death threats they dropped in my inbox. Three, not kidnapping you the fuck away so you and the world will finally admit that you belong to me. In conclusion, I’m being such a good sport, and not only is it unlike me, but it’s also a first. Isn’t that absolutely fantastic?”

“Finally being decent isn’t fantastic. It should’ve been a given.”

“It’s not a given for me, Mia.” His tone darkens. “What you think of as normal isn’t in my repertoire of reactions. In fact, I learned social cues so I could emulate normal, but it remains a foreign concept to me. It’s fucking torture to go against my instincts and nature to placate you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re so fucking difficult, it pisses me off.”

“Why would you take all these drastic measures for me? I’m sure you’d prefer kidnapping and forcing me to do your bidding until you’re done with me. So why didn’t you do that?”

“Because, according to Bran and Glyn’s amateurish empathy classes, that means I have to risk losing you.”

“And you care about that?”

“Apparently, I do.”

“Why?”

“Figures.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I have.”

I see it then. In the depths of his mystic eyes that have a personality of their own. Landon himself doesn’t understand the full extent of his strange obsession with me.

And for some reason, that makes me feel triumphant and absolutely elated.

I like that I’m the first who can provoke this side of him. That, somehow, he’s not the only one of us who has power over the other.

“I still won’t get back with you, Landon,” I sign. “You’re anarchy in fancy clothing and will eventually ruin me and my relationship with the people closest to me.”

“I won’t.”

“You can’t stop your nature.”

“I’ve been doing it just fine for a week.”

“A week is nothing.”

“Considering I used to fuck your tight hole multiple times a day, I would say this period of abstinence is fucking something.”

My cheeks heat and I clear my throat. “I still can’t do this.”

“Why? Is it because you’re scared?”

“I’m not scared.”

“It looked that way the night of your birthday. You weren’t ashamed of me. You were ashamed of your reaction to me. To the fact that you want me despite the galore of red flags. You still do, Mia.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Never.” His words are whispered in my ear before he releases me and sits opposite me. “How about a bet? If you win, I’ll leave you alone. If I do, you’ll do something for me.”

“No, thanks.”

“Is that the coward in you speaking?”

“I’m no coward, asshole.”

“Then you won’t mind this harmless bet.”

There’s nothing harmless about Landon King. I know exactly what he’s doing, but I still sign, “If I lose, you can’t ask for sex.”

“Cruel, but okay.”

I narrow my eyes. “Really?”

“You want me to disagree with your condition?”

“No, but I expected you to demand it.”

“I have no interest in your reluctance, little muse. When I fuck you again, you’ll be begging for it.” A smirk tilts his lips. “Now that we got that out of the way, are we doing this?”

“You’re on.”

His wolfish grin makes an appearance again and I regret agreeing to the bet.

I’m being lured into his den again.

The worst part is, maybe I don’t want to resist it anymore.





27





MIA





I expected many demands from Landon, including trying to trick me into having sex, forcing his way into my life, or suggesting we get back together.

Surprisingly, he does none of the above.

In fact, he merely asks me to go on a date with him.

A date.