God of Malice: A Dark College Romance (Legacy of Gods Book 1)

“Because I said so. Besides…” He shoves me against the tree and his arms cage me in from both sides. “You owe me one for being nice just now.”

His hand wraps around my waist and he pushes his erection against my stomach. The air crackles with tension as his cock slides up and down the sensitive flesh of my mound.

Clothes separate us, but I feel every stroke to the deepest part of me.

“You…said you’d give me time.” I choke on the word, not able to recognize my voice from the thickness of it.

“And I will. This has nothing to do with that.” He pulls down my top’s strap and it reveals the lace of my bra.

“Mmm. Red. Were you thinking of me when you covered these tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the mirror and come with my name on your lips.”

“N-no…” My shaky fingers slap against his chest, so utterly weak. “And how does this have nothing to do with it when you’re obviously touching me?”

“Never said I wouldn’t. I just said I wouldn’t take your virginity—for now.” He pulls down the other strap and glides his fingers against my bra until he finds the tips of my breasts. “Look at these little nipples being all hard before I’ve even touched them.”

He yanks down the bra to my stomach and I briefly close my eyes as my breasts bounce free. My nipples ache with want, hard and throbbing.

Maybe he’s right and I’m way worse than I thought.

His thumb and forefinger wrap around a nipple and twist. I shudder and clamp my lips against a moan as a zap of pleasure trickles down my stomach and to my pulsing pussy.

“Your tits are gorgeous, baby. All creamy and pink, not to mention they fit perfectly in my hands.” He cups them both, each in a strong palm as if to prove a point. “Mmm. So perky and beautiful, I want to torture them a little.”

He pinches a nipple and I whimper and pretend to push him away, but he pinches again, hard.

I scream, my back flinching against the harshness of the tree. He strokes the nipple, humming in that dark voice, “So sensitive, my little rabbit. I like it.”

He pinches and tugs with brute force, then strokes the pain away like a caring lover. The alternation between pain and pleasure leaves me hazy, and my trembling legs threaten to drop me.

“I bet you’re all soaking wet.” He reaches into my shorts and I bite my lip as his hand meets my underwear. “So fucking drenched, baby. Maybe I should acquaint your cunt with my cock, after all. They obviously need the introduction.”

I stiffen, my heartbeat skyrocketing. “You said you’d give me time.”

“Time is proportional and not exact. In fact, time can be fifteen minutes.”

My heart shrivels with a pang of disappointment that expands all the way to my dropping stomach.

I should’ve never believed him. I really shouldn’t have.

Despite the fear coursing through me, I glare at him. “Do whatever the fuck you want. Just know that I’ll never trust you. Never.”

“Relax.” His voice is casual, easy, even as he rubs both his fingers and his erection against my pussy. “I’ll keep my word.”

For some reason, he sounds sincere, but I know better than to trust the unhinged bastard blindly.

“On the other hand, you’ll give me your mouth.”

“What?”

He points at my mask that’s on the ground. “Sixty-nine is a beautiful number. It’s fate, don’t you think?”

My face heats and I stare at him. “More like an unfortunate coincidence.”

He chuckles and slowly pushes me to the ground. I inspect our surroundings, my heart pounding stronger than usual. “What if someone comes along?”

“I’ll blind their eyes for looking at you naked.”

I want to think he’s joking, but I already know that Killian is the worst type of monster to ever exist.

A gorgeous monster.

A terrifying monster that my body mysteriously comes alive for.

My back meets the grass and I stare up to find the neon mask staring down at me, his knees on either side of my face.

From this position, he looks like a character from those slasher movies. A hedonistic, soulless devil.

He unbuckles his trousers and pulls out his very hard cock with purple veins on the side. I’m lightheaded and can’t help thinking about that first time on the cliff—how he thrust inside, how he eventually took control and fucked my face.

It seems like ages ago now.

And I can probably admit that strange arousal was due to being threatened with death if I didn’t give him what he wanted.

It’s still the same Killian from back then, the dark, unhinged Killian. Now that I’m familiar with his nature, I found out just how deranged he could get, so how come I’m not as apprehensive anymore?