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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How can someone be this…this cold?

This detached?

This lifeless?

“Changed your mind?”

“Yeah.” My voice trembles even as I attempt to sound in control of myself. “Pull me up and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Sure you want to word it that way? Whatever I want might include a number of things that are frowned upon by the general public.”

“I don’t care.” The moment I’m on safe ground, I’m out of this crazy wanker’s orbit.

“It’s your funeral.” His fingers wrap around my wrist in a merciless grip and he tugs me from the edge with baffling ease.

It’s as if I wasn’t hanging toward death by a thread just now.

As if the water below wasn’t opening its fangs to chew me in between them. Maybe, just maybe, that’s not a good thing, considering the devil I’m facing.

My harsh breaths sound animalistic in the silence of the night. I attempt to regulate them, but it’s of no use.

I was brought up to have a steel will and an imposing presence. I was raised with a last name that’s larger than life, and with family and friends who attract attention wherever we go.

And yet, everything I knew seems to vanish at this moment. It’s like I’m dissociating from who I’m supposed to be and morphing into a version even I can’t seem to fathom.

And it’s all because of the man standing in front of me. His features are vacant, his eyes still dull and lifeless, and every bleak color in the palette.

If I had to put a color on him, it’d most definitely be black—deadpan, cold, and a boundless hue.

I try to free my wrist from his hand, but he tightens his hold until I’m sure he’ll break my bones just to peek inside them.

It’s been only a minute since I met him, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he did break my wrist. After all, he wanted to take a picture of me falling to my death.

And while that’s odd, it’s downright terrifying, too. Because I know, I just know that this American stranger would be able to do it in a blink and not think about the consequences.

“Let me go,” I say in a clipped tone.

His lips tip at the corners. “Ask nicely and I might.”

“What’s the definition of nicely to you?”

“Add a please or drop on your knees. Either will do. Doing them both at the same time would be highly recommended.”

“How about neither?”

He tilts his head to the side. “That would be both pointless and foolish. After all, you’re at my mercy.”

In a swift movement, he pushes me to the edge again. I try to stop the brutality of his movement, but my strength is a mere straw in the face of his raw power.

In no time, my legs are hanging on the verge of the cliff, but this time, I grab hold of the strap of his camera, his shirt, and any surface I can dig my nails in.

Cold.

He’s so cold, it freezes my fingers and leaves me breathless. “Please!”

An appreciative sound slips from his lips, but he doesn’t drag me back. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

My nostrils flare, but I manage to say, “Can you stop this?”

“Not when you didn’t finish your second part of the bargain.”

I stare at him, probably looking dumbfounded as hell. “Second part?”

He places a hand on top of my head, and that’s when I notice that he’s tall. So tall that it’s intimidating.

At first, he merely caresses a few strands of my hair behind my ears. The gesture is so intimate that my mouth goes dry.

My heart beats so loudly that I think it’ll rip from my rib cage.

No one has ever touched me with this level of nonnegotiable confidence. No—not confidence. It’s power.

The overwhelming type.

His fingers that were just stroking my hair dig in my skull and shove down so hard, my legs give out. Just like that.

No resistance.

Nothing.

I’m falling.

Falling…

Falling…

I think he’s pushed me to my death, after all, but my knees bump against the solid ground and so does my heart.

When I stare up, I find that gleam again. Earlier, I thought it was a flash of light, some semblance of white in the black.

I thought wrong.

It’s black-on-black.

A shade of absolute darkness.

Pure sadism shines in his irises as he holds my head hostage, and the worst part is that if he lets go, I’ll surely tumble backward.

A frightening smirk lifts his lips. “Being on your knees is highly recommended indeed. Now, should we begin?”

2

GLYNDON

This can’t be real.

It isn’t.

Shouldn’t be.

And yet, as my eyes clash with the stranger’s muted and absolutely lifeless ones, I’m unsure of whether this is real or if I’m caught in a nightmare.

Probably the latter.

It’s not even about his savage hold on my hair, which I’m sure if I attempt to fight, he might tear from my skull—or worse, use to yank me over the cliff like he’s been threatening ever since I met him.


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