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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I fucking can’t.

My pragmatic nature forbids it and I can’t erase everything that I know thus far.

Such as the fact that she’s liked Landon for years or that she called his name after sex. It was only that one time, but it fucking counts. Because every time after we’re finished, I wait for her to say the fucker’s name.

And every time, I resist the urge to slam my hand over her mouth so she doesn’t.

Even now, I’m waiting for her to whisper the word and dig her own grave.

Why the fuck would she trust me enough to stay and even sleep on my lap?

I could throw her in the lake and watch as she panics and chokes on the water. Maybe I should do that, after all, to quench these chaotic feelings.

Something stops me, though.

As much as I want to punish her, to eradicate the name of that motherfucker from her vocabulary, I actually don’t want to hurt her.

Deep down, Cecily has become part of who I am. I can’t be the cause of her pain.

At least, not outside of sex.

With a sigh, I gather her in my arms bridal style and stride in the direction of the house.

Her head falls on my shoulder and she moans softly, the sound sending a signal straight to my cock.

My beast demands that I strip her bare, let her run, then fuck her. It doesn’t matter that I have her every night and more than once. The moment I’m done, I want more.

There’s this constant need to be inside her and never allow her out of my sight.

During the day, I think about the coming night and how she’ll give in to her instincts and me. During the night, I think about how a few hours are not fucking enough.

There’s no reason why I shouldn’t have her at my disposal every second of every minute of every day, however and wherever I please.

My beast wants to cage her here, lock the doors, and forbid her from leaving. She might fight at the beginning, but she’d have no choice once I erased every escape route.

But that would mean losing the fire that simmers inside her, the fight, and…the life.

She’s so full of life, despite some of her dissociating episodes that are becoming fewer and farther between.

They still happen, though. A part of her is trapped in that hotel room two years ago with the fucker who will soon lose everything.

I’ve got someone looking into him, his family, and the fucking skeletons in his closet. Once I have all the information I need, his life will be over.

As soon as we’re inside, I lay Cecily on the sofa and cover her with a light blanket. Then I sit on the chair opposite her, elbow on the armrest and chin leaning on my fist.

This is what I do whenever she falls asleep or if I’m following her from afar. I watch, think, and try to decide what I’m going to do with her.

What started as a game of twisted lust and beastly desire is turning into dangerous possessiveness and a deranged obsessiveness I can’t put a halt to.

My phone vibrates and I stand, then go outside, closing the door behind me.

I answer with, “You have something for me?”

“No hello, how is my favorite uncle doing?” Yan says with an incredulous tone from the other end.

Not only is he one of my father’s closest guards, but he’s also been my mother’s best friend for as long as I’ve been alive. A fact Dad isn’t so keen on.

“I suppose you wouldn’t call if you didn’t have information for me,” I say in a businesslike tone.

“You are so much like your father, it’s revolting.” He speaks in a Russian-accented voice, then sighs. “And here I thought the years we spent together would enable you to pick up my superior character.”

“Yan.”

“Fine, fine. Though I’m not sure what your beef is with a preppy kid, I was able to identify and locate the motherfucker. It was a lot easier than you advertised, which is also another word for boring.”

I slide my forefinger against my thigh, back and forth. “Send me everything you have.”

“No thank you, Yan. I’ll get you a souvenir from England?”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

“That’s more like it.” He pauses. “I’m sure I don’t need to worry about you, but you’re not getting yourself in trouble, are you? And if you do end up in trouble, you’ll be sure to let me know so I can join, right?”

“This is my fight. Nothing you should concern yourself with.”

“That’s my boy. But don’t get yourself hurt. Your mother is worried, thinking that you’re growing up into this heartless man who’s like a younger version of your father. Spoiler alert, she wasn’t his biggest fan back then.”

I know all about it.

Just because I was a kid, my parents and even Yan think that I don’t remember things, that I was too happy-go-lucky to notice how my mother’s ghosts ate her from the inside out and left nothing for Dad and me.


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