God of Malice (Legacy of Gods #1)(68)

Could be both.

I stalk in their direction, as slowly as possible, then sit beside Glyndon and wrap an arm around her shoulder. By the time she notices me, it’s too late.

Now that she’s in my clutches, there’s nothing in this world that would make me let her go.

Except for when I get bored.

And that’s simply not in the immediate plans.

Her lips part, pink today, like a shade of her favorite raspberry perfume. A blonde strand escapes the rest of her hair and I tuck it behind her ear slowly, letting my fingers linger on her translucent skin.

My cock hardens when a red hue covers her cheeks.

Fuck.

I knew red was my favorite color.

“What…what are you doing here?” Now, this is a voice I could listen to all day long. Sweet, low, definitely not on the infuriating spectrum by any means.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I came to see you, baby. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your company?”

The fire that eats up her eyes, obviously no longer shocked, hardens my dick further.

Maybe she’s right and everything she does is able to stroke my libido.

Glyndon elbows me and I let her, taking the hit and pretending to wince.

“No,” she whispers.

“You know that word has no meaning to me,” I whisper back, then stare at the preppy-not-her-type guy. Jeremy and Nikolai say I have the most frightening ‘back the fuck off’ face and I make full use of it as I make my voice lower. “Killian Carson, Glyndon’s boyfriend. You?”

“You’re not—” It’s my turn to tighten my hold on her shoulder, making her wince and shut up.

Preppy-totally-not-her-type guy clears his throat, his expression faltering. “Stuart. Glyn and I go to school together.”

Stuart. Pfft. Of course his name is fucking Stuart.

It’s with effort that I suppress laughter. “Nice to meet you, Stuart, that’s such a lovely name. How are your parents?”

“Uh, good. I think?”

“Might want to check on them. I wouldn’t trust the safety of people with such naming skills.”

This time, Glyndon elbows me hard enough to make me grunt and smiles at him. “Never mind Killian. He has a twisted sense of humor.”

“Okay, Glyn.”

“Glyndon.” My humor disappears. “That’s her name.”

“Uh, right.” Stuart-still-not-her-type absentmindedly reaches for his messenger bag and stands up. “I’m…uh, I have to do an assignment. I’ll see you around, Glyn…don.”

Fucker escapes as if his ass is on fire and I continue watching him until he disappears into the building while simultaneously thinking of effective ways to stop him from breathing near her anymore.

Glyndon tries and promptly fails to free herself from me, which causes her to huff, and even the sound is adorable.

What the hell makes her that?

The mystery is starting to piss me the fuck off.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you scare Stuart away? He’s a bit delicate.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Of course he’s delicate. I’d be surprised he’s anything but a dainty flower with that type of name. There should be a petition to lock his parents up for it.”

“You’re a damn prick. Leave me alone.”

“Didn’t you hear? We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. I can’t just leave you alone.”

“I don’t want to be your girlfriend. In fact, I don’t want to be your anything.”

“Good thing you have no say in it. Also, you left me on Read.”

“Wasn’t in the mood to talk to you while you were fucking your girlfriend.”

“Look at you being adorably jealous. Were you upset that I tore through her cunt with my cock? Did you imagine me eating her pussy and making her choke on my cum like I did to you? Did it hurt?”

She whips her head in my direction, her lips thinned in a line. “Screw you.”

“No, you actually told me to go screw Cherry.” I retrieve my phone and scroll to my contacts. “She’s usually one call away. If she comes, will you stay and watch this time or run away like a scared little rabbit again?”

She pushes me away, harder this time, and even though she uses all her strength, I still pin her in place, my voice losing all nonchalance. “Sit the fuck down. We’re not done.”

Her face twists and a tear clings to her lid. “You already have a fucktoy, why don’t you leave me alone?”

“Cherry isn’t my fucktoy, you are. If you play difficult again and say you don’t care if I fuck her, I’ll stuff her with my cock while you watch, then I’ll revoke my nice phase and deflower you on the spot. I’m not a patient person, Glyndon, but I’ve been trying to conjure that trait for you. If you show no appreciation for my efforts, I’ll just let my devil side take over.”

Her lips part, some of the fight dispersing. “You…didn’t sleep with her?”

“No. Do you want me to?”

She stares at the side, the ground. Anywhere but at me. However, I can see her throat bobbing up and down with a swallow.

I use my hand on her shoulder to switch her attention back to me. “Answer the question. Should I call Cherry?”