Rina Kent

NOTE: This is the special edition print of God of Fury. To find the ebook and audiobook, please look for the main edition. From USA Today bestselling author Rina Kent comes a new STANDALONE MM college romance. I'm not attracted to men. Or so I thought before I slammed into Nikolai Sokolov. A mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster. An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path. And just like that, he has his sights set on me. A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy's twin brother. He doesn't seem to care that the odds are stacked against us. In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits. I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Nikolai. I'm learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse. This book can be read on its own, but for a better understanding of the world, you might want to start with God of Malice.

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God of Fury

6 stars; I have no words, I love Bran and Niko with my whole heart

Zoë Mauldin

This was the most wholesome story. The only reason I can't give it 5 stars is because after reading 5 Rina Kent books straight I'm getting tired of the same plot lines 🫠 honestly though, out of them all this is by far my favourite

Manda

Renata

did i just pull an all nighter when i shouldn't? yes, but that isn't important bc rina ate with this one, i was so fucking excited and I LOVED THIS . all that hate on twitter was for no reason at all yall. rina truly ate nikobran 🔝🔛 one of my fav couples, if i could rate this more than 5 stars i would 
THIS WAS PERFECT 

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you, eighty-nine."

"Oh cool, you remember! Nice to officially meet you, Brandon. Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname. Lotus flower. You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon. Isn't that so fucking poetic?"

"He tastes like my own downfall and I'm ready to drown in it."

"I slam my lips to his, devouring that sound and swallowing it deep inside me. Fuck. Fuck me. Fucking fucker of all motherfucking fucks. He tastes like sweet surrender, all wound up and ripe for the taking. I can't believe I didn't do this sooner. I think I've found my new favorite drug in the form of his lips."

"You're a fucking nightmare," 
"Your nightmare."
"I hate you."
"I don't."
"You're fucking crazy."
"About you,"

that's"Thanks, baby."
"For what?"
"For bringing me back."
"Bringing you back from where?"
"Somewhere unpleasant." 

"Only one addiction can actually lead to my deci-mation. One addiction forces me to forget everything else whenever he's in my vicinity. Whenever he touches me, kisses me, fucks me. I pretend my outer skin doesn't exist. I'm not Brandon King. I'm not the broken entity who sees black ink instead of his reflection in the mirror. Not the weak man who's more often than not swallowed by disgusting nausea and the terrifying notion of nothingness. I'm just me. His lotus flower. His Prince Charming. His baby."

"I plant my hand on Bran's and he goes still, his hand slightly trembling beneath mine. He's so fucking warm that I can't help threading my fingers through his, digging the pads in his thigh. Bran goes still, and here's the thing; he doesn't try to push me away. So I go further, stroking his skin with my thumb, trying and failing not to get turned on by a mere stolen touch in public."

"I can take anything as long as I have him. Because Nikolai is the only one who kisses the pain out of me, even if temporarily."

"I know that I'll never let him go. Not even if I burn with him. For him. In him. I'd willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to."

"I like that he's responsible, punc-tual, takes all of his engagements seriously, steps up for justice, and helps in every way possible. I like his cooking, his rare smiles, and how dedicated he is to running and staying healthy. I like making him laugh and, eh, watching him sleep. I like how he's fully concentrated when he's in the art studio, but most of all, I like how he let me into his life and made a place for me there. I even like the boring Agatha Christie movie adaptations now, not because they're any good, but because he's truly obsessed with that shi-I mean, stuff. I even like his nagging and control-freak tendencies most of the time, so yeah, there's nothing I don't like...actually, there's something. He has this habit of putting everyone else's comfort before his own, or he pretends to be fine when he's obviously not. I don't only dislike that. I hate it."

"Absolutely, and, baby?" "Even if you hate yourself, I'll love you for the both of us."

"I'll never forget how his pulse diminished beneath my fingers, how I was begging and kissing his blue lips and asking, imploring, praying for a God I've never believed in to give him back to me. I'll do anything if you give him back. If he asked for my life in return, I'd spill my guts on a platter. I don't want a life without him. I can't have a life without him."


"But you're okay with me losing you? I'm a shell without you, Bran." "This thing only beats for you and because of you. I used to live an aimless life where adrenaline was my god, but you came along and tamed my demons. You balance me. You complete me. You're fucking in me. So seeing you bleeding out on the floor was no different than watching myself die. No, it was worse. I've never felt so scared for my life, but you...you're my everything.
How could you do that to me? To us?"
"I'm so sorry. The last thing I want is to hurt you."
"Don't apologize. Tell me you won't do it again.
Promise me."
"I promise, Niko. Never again. I'll do everything in my capacity to get better. I'll go to therapy and pick myself apart to be strong enough to deserve you. Just don't leave me, please."
"Not even if you beg for it. I love you, lotus flower, and that means I'll be by your side during all of your battles with your demons. I'll kill them for you if you let me. I'll listen to them if you want me to. But I'll never leave you, so you're stuck with me."
"You're the one who's stuck with me. There's no one on this earth who's able to understand and love me like you do. It's why I gravitated toward you without even noticing. Falling for you was effortless and final. I thought I was unworthy of you, I fought myself to be with you, but it was pointless. I never loved myself the way I love you, baby."

“That scene was our beginning, as unglamorous as it was. No matter how scared I was of you and everything you presented, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the purest, most passionate soul I’ve ever met. You loved me when I didn’t even like myself. You held me together when I was falling apart and helped me put myself back together one piece at a time until I became the man I am today.” He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a dark-blue velvet box, then opens it to show two rings. “I love you more than words can describe and I’ll be honored if you choose to spend the rest of your life with me so I can give back a fraction of what you’ve given me. Nikolai Sokolov, would you marry me—”

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