God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4)(51)

I stand above her and grin. “Found you.”

Thankfully, they haven’t invented a murder weapon that can be triggered by a glare. Otherwise, I would’ve become cooked meat by now.

I offer her my hand.

She doesn’t take it.

Instead, she attempts to lift herself up.

“Don’t be suicidal.” I jerk my chin in my hand’s direction. “Take it.”

She steals a glance at me, then, as if possessed by her stubborn demons, she tries to lift herself up again.

The floor shakes beneath me as the hole swallows her. I catch her extended hand at the last second and pull her out with all my strength.

We both tumble back, falling in a heap on the floor. So much for dusting off my clothes.

My hand flexes on Mia’s back since I made sure she’d fall on top of me.

And they say I’m not a gentleman. The blasphemy.

Mia’s chest rises and falls frantically above mine, like a war that’s about to happen. I glide my hand across her back and to her side, then over the slope of her breast.

It’s intoxicating to have her on top of me, naked, ready for my cock to plow inside her tight little cunt.

In fact, my cock is making non-subtle hints and bulges against the bottom of her stomach.

Mia lifts herself and hits my shoulder, then signs, “Stop groping me, you pervert.”

“I’m just making sure you’re not hurt anywhere. We can’t be too careful when it concerns my little muse’s health.” I flick my finger on her nipple and she flinches.

Then she hits me across the chest.

One moment, she’s on top of me, the next, I flip us so that she’s underneath me. Her gasp echoes in the air, but it morphs into eerie silence when I settle between her legs.

I slap them apart, enjoying the sound of her groan as I lick the inside of her thigh, then bite. Hard. Until she squeezes me between her thighs.

I’m not done, though.

Far from it.

I rip off her panties and bask in the sight of her milky white skin that appears bluish under the midnight moon.

My first taste of her leaves her trembling and my cock begging for a go. So I do it again, running my tongue all the way to her clit. As I suspected, she’s soaking wet. Maybe even more than before.

“Chasing kink. Check.” I speak against her folds and she squirms, turning her head to the side, but she’s not trying to push me or show me her favorite middle finger. “I’m sure going to have my hands full with you.”

And then I feast on her pink little pussy. I swipe my tongue along her folds all the way to the slit, feeling her shudder.

As she trembles, I flick my tongue on her clit. Once. Twice. Then I suck and toy with the bundle of nerves.

Mia’s back arches on the shambles of destruction. Only, there’s no such thing as escaping me.

When her hips jerk, I thrust two fingers inside her. She coils and sinks her nails into my hair, then pulls hard enough to cause pain in my skull.

I’m not one to lose a challenge, though.

Still thrusting inside her, I expose her sensitive bud and nibble on the skin around it, then circle and flick my tongue.

Mia’s hips jerk up and down as her gasps and moans mix and echo in the air.

It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

And surprisingly, I want more.

So I up my rhythm until she’s riding my face and drenching it with her sweet taste.

Best pussy I’ve had in…ever.

And that’s a complication, because I don’t get attached to pussy.

Ever.

Not even an addictive one like Mia’s.

I lick her through the orgasm as she shudders and hisses like a damn sex goddess.

When I lift my head, I make a show of licking my lips, but I don’t feel the sense of triumph I set out for when I started this game.

And it’s all because of the way she’s watching me.

The innocence. The awe.

There’s no hatred, glares, or middle fingers. As she props herself on her elbows, Mia looks at me as if I’m a god.

And while I could be in some obscure religions, I’m certainly not her god.

I’d crush her in no time.

I’d decimate her before she could take her next breath.

I let a smirk lift my lips. “You might want to wipe that look off your face or I’ll be inclined to think you’re falling in love with me.”

She blinks once, then she narrows her eyes and flips me off.

Now, this is a territory I can play in. Whatever that look was has to be eradicated and not revived for a lifetime.

“I thought I told you what would happen if you flipped me off again.” I grab her hand and then thrust that middle finger inside her with my own middle finger.

Poetic justice of sorts.

“You’re going to come for me again and then you’ll use this same energy to choke on my cock, little muse.”

Once I’m done with Mia Sokolov, there will be no pieces left to pick up.

What a pity.





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MIA





Hope is the worst emotion to experience when there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.

You wait.

You pray.

You even try to delude yourself that it’s not happening to you. That it just can’t be you.