God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods #3) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
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He kisses me like he already owns me, has the deeds to prove it, and is marking me for the world to see.

It’s much more animalistic than the kiss at that club. That one was consuming but slow and passionate.

Safe.

It felt safe back then, which is why I asked him to kiss me now. It was an attempt to recreate that atmosphere, but this one is by no means like that time.

He’s punishing me. Jeremy bites my tongue so hard that I groan and buck. More tears escape my eyes as I bite back, harder, until a metallic taste explodes in my mouth.

Jeremy drinks the blood off my tongue, then makes me swallow it. He tightens his hold on my jaw and pushes my head back so he can get deeper, closer, to a part of me that I can’t reach.

It’s like he’s punishing me for even asking to kiss him.

For everything else I said, too.

And illogically, it doesn’t feel threatening. It’s safe like back at the club but in a completely different way.

It’s safe and threatening and gray.

All at the same time.

When he wrenches his mouth from mine, I gasp, inhaling sharp intakes of air.

Jeremy watches me with that raw power in his gaze, the hurricane in his gray eyes, as his thumb wipes the blood from the corner of his lower lip.

There’s a nip there, and I realize that I actually drew his blood.

“Aren’t you an adorable little fighter?” He slides up, nearly crushing me with his weight as he straddles my head so that his knees are on either side, then grabs his shaft again, placing it at my battered lips. “Open.”

I purse them shut and stare at him.

“Either open your mouth or I’ll use another hole.”

My lips tremble.

“Are you scared of me, Cecily?”

“No.” I lie through my teeth. Because, yes, I thought I was courageous enough to not be intimidated by the notorious Jeremy Volkov, but that was way before I actually got to meet the real him.

The decadent, lawless beast.

“You should be.” He slaps my mouth with his weighty shaft. “I don’t make idle threats.”

It dawns on me then.

As I stare into his light-devoid eyes, I realize just how different Jeremy is. He really wouldn’t care if he broke me, or fucked me when I was drunk.

Knowing full well that I’m a virgin.

It’s about what he wants, and if I don’t give him that, he’ll just take it.

And a part of me is tempted to do that, to provoke him to take it.

But not when I’m drunk. I really wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I woke up tomorrow knowing full well that I didn’t allow the real me to make the decision.

So I open my mouth slowly.

Jeremy doesn’t wait or make introductions. He drives all the way inside, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and I think I’ll throw up all over myself, but he pulls away.

His hand fists in my hair and he tugs me up by it. “Suck and make it good or I’ll switch to your other available holes and in no particular order.”

My sluggish movements pick up in speed, but not immediately. There was a moment, one single foolish moment where my eyes widened for a completely different reason than fear.

Or being appalled.

For a second, I wanted to see if he’ll make good on his threat.

There’s definitely something wrong with me. I blame my drunk brain’s delayed response. That’s the only reason.

There couldn’t possibly be anything else.

My licks and sucks are tentative at best, but I try to go faster, thinking maybe that will do the trick.

The problem is that he’s really big; I haven’t even gotten all of him in, and my jaw aches.

“You’ve never sucked cock before, have you?” His voice is dark with lust.

My cheeks heat, and I hope he thinks it’s because of my lack of air and not actually shame.

“Such an innocent little virgin with a dangerous kink.” He mobilizes me with my hair. “I’ll show you how you please me, how you open your mouth for me when I tell you to. You’ll offer me this hole and any other hole I want to stick my cock into.”

He drives in with a raw power that robs me of air.

“Open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue.”

The moment I do, it’s like I’ve unleashed a beast. Using my tongue for friction, he hits the back of my throat, over and over, but when I’m about to gag, he pulls out, giving me some air before he thrusts back in again.

He uses my mouth like it’s his custom-made hole, pressing me into the mattress, holding me in place with his merciless grip on my hair.

“Your mouth is made for fucking.” He slides all the way out again. “So hot and wet and pliant.” Thrust. “I think you have an oral fixation. Not only do you like kissing, but you also take my cock so well at the back of your throat. You’ll let me stuff this mouth with my cum and then swallow every drop, won’t you?”


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