Page 220 of Psycho Gods

My stomach twisted, and my heart sank.

Ice crackled between my fingers, and my hands turned cobalt blue like I was wearing gloves.

“Tell me the truth.” He bent over so we were eye level with each other.

I deadpanned, “I already did.”

“I know you’re lying.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes.” Flames trailed out of the corners of his eyes. “I do.”

Creepy.

I pointed at him. “You have a little fire on your face.”

He made a harsh noise and scarlet engulfed his head completely.

“There he is.” I sighed as I inched closer to the warmth. It felt divine.

Flames shot from his mouth as he yelled, “You’re the most infuriating woman!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be wooing me?” I asked with genuine confusion. “If you keep this up, you’re going to be single forever.”

“I’m not single.” Fire shot toward the ceiling. “I HAVE A MATE, AND SHE IS IN FRONT OF ME, LYING HER ASS OFF!”

His face was flushed with passion, and he heaved like he’d been running.

I blinked. “That was a lot. Simmer down.”

He took a deep breath.

Silver eyes glowed as the flames receded from his head.

“Caring for you is killing me,” he said. Without warning he grabbed the back of my neck and slammed our mouths together.

It wasn’t a nice kiss.

It was brutal.

Vicious.

“Imagine how hating you feels,” I said against his lips as we fought each other with kisses.

Malum wrapped his mammoth hand around my throat and slammed me down against my bed. His grip was tight. He towered over me like a vengeful creature from a foreign realm. Like a devil.

He was disturbingly handsome.

Pain streaked down my spine.

As he held me pinned, he said, “You’re the most infuriating, insolent Revered in all of history. You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Good,” I rasped out as I struggled to breathe.

His grip loosened, and he stroked his thumbs across my sensitive skin tenderly as I regulated my breathing.

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly, pink staining his cheeks like he was embarrassed that he’d lost control.