Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,94
and consume me in a flare of intense electricity and agonizing pain.
But I’ll burn for my men. Over and over again.
I’m coming back for you guys. Hang on.
And then, I’m aware of nothing.
Chapter 30
Arsin
I stare at Emily’s sleeping face, lightly running the pad of my thumb across the swell of her parted lips. She’s so beautiful, even now, like a sliver of moonlight that ruptures the monotony of darkness at night.
In sleep, her features are serene, as if she’s finally found peace. I want to hold on to this moment and never let it go.
Because I almost fucking lost her.
My mind rages at the mere prospect of losing her. Of never being able to hold her in my arms, hear her twinkling laugh, see those sooty lashes of hers flutter when she smiles.
I feel something inside of me purr in satisfaction at the thought that a part of me is inside of her. I don’t know if it’s a sliver of my soul, a snippet of my essence, or something else entirely, but there’s no denying the primal instinct rearing its ugly head inside of me.
Because, yeah, I’m a crazy fucker, but I like that she carries a piece of me. That she needs me to survive.
We still have no idea what that missing piece is going to cost us, or her, but I feel nothing but relief as I watch her chest rise and fall steadily.
Mine.
Emily Lopez is mine. I claim her with everything that I am. And now that I have her in my arms, I’m never letting her go.
My mind travels back to when I first met the goddess, back in the Realm of the Gods.
“I didn’t know you were into bondage,” I smugly tell the guard as he drags me down the hall and into the opulent throne room. “That’s pretty kinky, man. If you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask. I’m pretty open to butt play, if you know what I mean.” Smiling flippantly, I have the distinct pleasure of watching his face turn a hideous shade of red.
He really shouldn’t be mad. All I did was set a few people on fire. I mean, really. They deserved it.
But apparently, mass murder is a big no-no in this kingdom. Who would’ve thought?
Flashing the asshole another unrepentant smirk, I allow him to shove me to my knees before a raised dais holding a golden throne. Rage immediately bombards me at the nerve of the bitch who sits before us, acting as if her shit doesn’t stink.
Who does she think she is, playing queen? There are no queens in this world, only those who have and those who don’t.
I keep my head down, clumps of my shaggy blond hair falling in front of my face, as I mentally plan everything I want to do to the queen bitch. I haven’t seen her in person, but I imagine she’ll look as smug as that bitch Athena did when I entered her kingdom.
Will she scream when my flames eat away at her flesh? Will she beg for mercy? The thought has my cock twitching in my pants as a giddy smile erupts on my face. Slowly, I lift my head to meet the eyes of my next victim—because Emily, the Goddess of Pain, will pay in blood for daring to arrest me.
Time seems to freeze as I stare into her face.
Her perfect, heartbreakingly beautiful face.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women before, but all of them pale in comparison to the goddess before me. She seems to be wreathed in her own, personal light, as if she’s an angel that descended straight from heaven. Her dark hair cascades loosely around her shoulders, and her skin is the color of burnt porcelain. A white dress cinches around her narrow waist before spilling outwards around her thighs. From this distance, I can see her full breasts, toned stomach, and delectable dimples. I wonder how my fire will look marring her perfect, unblemished skin. How the wax from my flames would taste on her perfect tits.
“What are you waiting for?” the man beside her exclaims in irritation. He throws her a look that makes me see red. I can’t help but envision burning his skin straight from his bones and then crushing said bones into fine particles of dust. I recognize him as Tate, the God of Deception. And also one of her lovers.
I can’t help the pang of jealousy that spears me at the thought