God of Fury (Legacy of Gods #5) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: College, Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
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The constant pain that I breathe day in and day out crumbles and caves like it does every time Nikolai touches me. My insides don’t feel as hollow or as desolate, and I can breathe air that’s not soaked in black ink or filthy nausea.

It scared the shit out of me the first time and every time after, but now, I couldn’t care less about the aftermath of the pleasure.

If fear and pain are the price I must pay for another taste of him, then so be it. I wrench a hand out of his grip and sink it into his hair, tearing the elastic band away and letting the strands fly free.

He’s right. I fucking love kissing him.

But most of all, I love how he kisses me. It’s hard and dominating but also overwhelmingly passionate.

His tongue slurps on mine and his fingers dig into my jaw so that he can feed me his.

I’m intoxicated.

Enamored.

Absolutely fucking unhinged.

How can a simple kiss feel so good…?

He wrenches his lips from mine with a growl and I release a protesting sound. “I’m going to fucking ruin you as badly as you’ve ruined me, my lotus flower. I’ll get so far beneath your skin, you’ll never fucking get rid of me.”

For some reason, that makes me smile.

I’ve always lived on the right side of things. Perfect scores. Perfect manners. Perfect image. I never toyed with danger. Never wanted to live outside of my little bubble. Never crossed a line.

But then this man bulldozed through my walls, and now, I’m breaking apart piece by piece.

My fingers tighten in his hair. “Shut up and fuck me.”

A spark rushes to his previously dead eyes and he growls, “Bedroom. Now.”

He drags me by his grip on my hand, but the moment I stand up, his mouth is claiming mine again and we stumble over the table, only breaking the kiss to tear each other’s clothes off on our way to the bedroom.

Or more like my clothes. I’m way too overdressed, damn it.

By the time we reach his room, we’re finally naked. I want to study his glorious muscles and tattoos, but he presses his chest to mine and thrusts his hip forward, rubbing his hard, thickening cock on mine

I groan in his mouth.

The sound shatters when he pushes me onto the bed and lands on top of me. He kisses his way down my throat, my collarbone, and my chest.

“Fuuck…” I breathe out when he bites a nipple, teeth nibbling on the tip. Precum slides down my length and drips on my abs.

“Mine. Every inch of you is fucking mine.” He grunts against my skin, making my cock harder, my muscles tighter, and my head lighter.

He moves his attention to the other nipple, sucking and biting and probably leaving all sorts of marks, but I can’t seem to focus on that.

Later. I’ll think later.

Now, I want to feel.

His dick slides up and down my length. Our precum trickles over the skin and he uses it as lube. The maddening friction heightens until I’m releasing unintelligible noises, groaning and moaning. My hips jerk, instinctively rubbing my cock against his. Drops of our precum coat our abs as we hump and rub and growl in unison.

“Niko…” I rasp, writhing against the pillow as I pull his head down with a handful of his hair. “Just…fuck me.”

I’m reduced to begging for it, but I’m too far gone to care about it at this point.

My heart nearly spills from its confinement when he flashes me his sexy grin. “You called me Niko. Fuck, baby. I’m really going to fucking devour you.”

The friction of our cocks grows in intensity. More rubbing, grinding, and humping, until I think we’ll come in an absolute mess. But then he reaches beneath the pillow and pulls out a bottle of lube, then sits on his haunches between my legs.

“Bend your knees,” he orders, and when I do it, he squirts lube in his palm, then circles my rim with a slippery finger. “Mmm, your hole is getting nice and wet for me, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

My breath hitches and my cock gets even harder the more he circles my hole. He thrusts a finger inside me and a shameless moan spills out of me. His intense eyes remain on mine as he adds the second.

It's that look that drives me insane. I see my reflection in those dark blues, and for the first time, I don’t hate what I see.

Not when he looks at me like he can’t get enough. Like I’m the center of his universe. Even temporarily.

He works me open with firm pumps of his fingers. I jerk my hips, dick bobbing on my abs.

“That’s it. You’re taking my fingers so well.”

My exhales puff out in a long, fractured breath and I wiggle my arse against him, matching his in-and-out.


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