God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
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“That applies to everyone else but you. Listen carefully, baby. I’ll never let you go.”

A shudder goes through me, but instead of fear, the feeling that invades me is so similar to relief.

A splash of water soaks us and I gasp, pushing away from Killian.

“I say, you two either get a fucking room or get in here!” Nikolai, the culprit, shouts.

“Be right back, baby. Give me five minutes to kill the fucker.” Killian removes his wet shirt and jumps into the pool, and I laugh as he wrestles with his cousin in the water, with Jeremy and Gareth trying to break up the fight.

My phone vibrates and I think it’s Cecily since I promised to go shopping with her.

Instead, I find a text.

Unknown Number: Careful who you fraternize with, bitch.

28

KILLIAN

“Sleep tight and have an erotic dream where I’m eating your tight little pussy for dinner, baby.” I peek through my car window. “Or filling it with my cum. Either would do.”

Glyndon comes to a halt and searches our surroundings for possible eavesdroppers, then glares at me.

I love it when she glares. It’s my Glyndon’s love language.

And because I love it, I push, “Unless you changed your mind and would rather spend the night in my bed, which is five stars, highly recommended?”

“Dream on.”

“I told you my dreams are much darker and kinkier than reality. So if you’re down to explore more of your sexuality, I’m game.”

She spins around and faces me. Her cheeks are red and her honey-colored hair flies in the wind. Now, I don’t know what angels look like and probably never will—thank fuck I have a designated place in hell—but she’s the closest thing to an angel I’ve ever seen.

My own angel.

Glyndon stares at me with the crookedness of an amateur detective. “Did you do that a lot? Explore your sexuality, I mean?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I’m just curious.”

“If you mean did I go to sex clubs and try kinks, then yeah, I did.”

She steps closer like a curious kitten. “What did you try?”

“Ropes, chains, canes, gags, bondage, breath play, knife play, impact play, D/s, S/M, objectification, electrostimulation—you name it.”

Her lips part and I wave. “Hello? Earth to my little rabbit.”

“Wow,” she finally breathes out. “I don’t even know what half of those mean.”

“Which ones? I’ll happily explain.”

“No, thanks. You’ll probably end up trying them on me.”

“Not if you’re not interested.”

“Are you serious?”

“You really need to quit the habit of questioning everything I say.”

She shifts from one foot to the other. “I’m just surprised you’d willingly forgo the chance of trying those kinks on me.”

“I don’t need kinks when I’m with you.”

She pauses.

I pause.

The whole world fucking pauses.

That’s right. I don’t.

“Really…?” she trails off when she realizes she’s repeating the fucking habit, then blurts, “I mean, why not? You obviously enjoyed them.”

“I’m not sure I actually did enjoy them. I only went to those lengths because normal sex wasn’t providing me the stimulation I needed.”

“And…I do?”

“You do. Now, stop grinning like an idiot.”

She flips her hair back, still smiling. “You must be so into me, huh?”

“Who’s the arrogant one now?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were the only one who was allowed the privilege.”

“You were an innocent little virgin not too long ago, remember? If I didn’t acquaint you with eroticism, you wouldn’t know what that word means.”

“You still want me more than all the kinks and sex clubs.”

“Looks like I created a monster. Maybe we should explore your sexuality, after all.”

“Exploring my sexuality means sleeping around, hooking up. You know, the casual kinky sex you had but I didn’t get the chance to try.”

My smirk disappears. “If you’re up for fucking in their blood, then sure thing. You have the green light to pick some poor souls.”

“You honestly would do that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ll also take pictures of the whole thing and show you them after a romantic dinner so you think twice before entertaining the idea of another dick—or pussy.”

“So you get to sleep around and I don’t.”

“You’re the only one I sleep with.”

“I’m talking about before.”

“Before is in the before. You don’t see me going around, hunting your kindergarten crush or high school sweetheart. I could, but I probably won’t.”

“Probably?” she says with enough incredulousness to write a book about it.

“Since I’m actually your first, I don’t hold a lot of grudge against them. I might find their names, slash their tires, and cause a little discomfort in their lives, like hiding their keys and busting their windows. Small-time felonies for small-dicked simpletons.”

“I’ll have you know that my secondary school boyfriend had a huge dick.”

“You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?”

She raises a brow. “Is it working?”

This little fucking witch is learning faster than should be allowed. I will go ahead and say that I fully expected her to run for the hills when I admitted that I liked to kill yesterday.


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