Sinful Gods
Hell’s Playground
Jesse Darkling
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Contents
Hell’s Playground Series
Sinful Gods
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About Jesse Darkling
Hell’s Playground Series
Vicious Gods
Sinful Gods
Ruthless Gods
Sinful Gods
A human who can slay gods? It's an ability that will get me killed...
Stuck in Hades’ Institution, I’m drawn to three dangerous alphas. For some reason, each one has their sights set on me. So, as far as I’m concerned, I see this as an opportunity for protection when everyone else in here wants me dead.
Except these men have secrets of their own, and as I start to unravel them, I may very well regret ever getting involved with any of them. Not to mention, losing my mind and heart to these three. Now I worry that I’ve gotten myself in deeper than ever before.
But I’ve got bigger problems as someone is out to kill me and my time is running out. The gods love a gladiator-style fight and I’m thrown in the arena for their entertainment.
I want nothing more than to survive and find a way out of this hellish nightmare. Yet, I uncover a darkness I never knew existed… And it’s coming for me.
But I’ve never been one to back down and I won’t start now…what’s a bit of pressure, right?
Chapter One
Rowan
“Is that an ear?" I squint, staring down at the pink fleshy piece tucked inside a rag in Rob's hand. Or a mouse? Hard to tell with all the blood and the darkness in solitary confinement. Rob's hand sticks forward through the small window in the metal door of my cell, giving me a better look.
“Did you want their finger or dick instead? It's doable," Rob eagerly offers, his voice low, body curling forward as he glances quickly over his shoulder at the guard down the hall.
Rob’s my second and I trust him. When he sets his mind on doing a job, he gets it done. Not like the two fuckwits in my cell. They touched what wasn't theirs... they touched my girl, Shaye. And well, they have no idea what is coming for them when I get out.
“There's one ear, but two assholes," I hiss.
Rob quickly wraps the body part and tucks it into the front pocket of his pants. He peers at me through the narrow window in the metal door. “Boss, Bono wasn't anywhere. I searched. So we got Theo first. But Bono ain't hiding from us for long." He sticks out his chest and chin out, the sneer on his face one of confidence he wears often. Dark hair cut inches from his scalp, and he has three teardrop tattoos at the corner of one eye, which symbolize someone close to him had been murdered and he is seeking revenge. Three tears for three losses.
Footsteps close in from down the hall, and Rob straightens. He frantically pulls something out from under his prison shirt and stuffs it through the window in my door. I take the scrunched up ball of black fabric.
“Got you something from her. I betta go." He draws away from my cell.
I nod and crack my neck, frustrated to hell and back. Adrenaline surges through me. I unfurl my fists and listen to his footfalls fade as he leaves the isolation sector. It doesn't take long for voices and bangs and whatever the hell else others do in their cells down here to escalate.
If this prison doesn't fuck you over, the prisoners will. Which is why I strike fast and remind everyone of their places. Marching to my bed, I flop down and grind my teeth. For a couple of years I've been in here doing my time, I enjoyed isolation.
Away from everyone.
Therapeutic.
Now, it fucking kills me because she's out there.
Shaye.
And I’m stuck in here when all I want to do is crush Bono and comfort Shaye. Protect her, kiss, and taste her, bury myself inside her sweetness.
The only form of affection I've felt, besides this cold rock sitting in my chest, has been when I fought and ripped someone's throat out. Now it's different. Things have changed as have my priorities.
Lying on my back, I unfold the bunched up fabric Rob handed me. It unravels into a black tank top and now I know what he means by, got you something from her.
I press the fabric to my nose and inhaled deeply. Cotton-candy sweetness. Perspiration, and a faint tingle of her feminine slick. Every inch Shaye... my cock twitches in my pants at the familiar scent I crave. The time I have spent with her has given me nowhere near enough of what I need to sate my craving.
I shut my eyes and images of her float in my vision. The way her breasts bounce when she walks, her sweet ass jiggling, and that juicy mouth.
Fuck... a groan spills past my lips as my cock punches in my pants. I slide my hand down my chest and loosen the waistband. Shoving down the pants to my hips, my cock springs out.
I picture her sliding that gorgeous mouth over my cock, sucking on me hard. I palm my dick, stroking myself the entire time. My balls grow heavier, a groan rubbing raw over my throat.
When I push her back by the shoulder, her mouth lets go of me and makes a popping sound. Without a word, she climbs onto me, straddling me. The heat from her pussy is wildfire.
I hiss, and with quick strokes, I picture Shaye pumping up and down on my cock, her pussy tightly gripping me. Her toned body slick with sweat, her small breasts bouncing.
My hand is a piss-poor imitation of me fucking Shaye, but it will have to do for now. Her defiance riles me up, her fiery personality has me bursting at the seams to get more of her. But there's more to her... so much more that I have to find out, starting with how the hell she got into this place.
Suddenly, my cock stiffens in my hand, and I frantically grab the wad of tissues from the bedside table and groan as thick streams of cum spills from the head. I want to empty myself in her, to hear her scream, to finally claim her as mine.
The climax thunders through me for god-knows how long, but I let it carry me away as my cock keeps pumping more of my seed into the tissues.
Once done, I shove up and out of bed to clean the soiled mess. I glance over to the door and know my time here is almost over. And w
hen I get out, I have a few things I need to set straight.
By the time, I’m clean and flop back onto my bed, sleep tugs on my eyelids.
A flash of light flicks in my room, fast enough for most people to assume they imagined it, but I knew better.
Groaning, I push my legs off the edge of the bed and there decked out in Viking garb complete with a cloak stands my fucking god-dad.
“To what do I owe this visit, Father?” I don’t hold back the sarcasm in my voice. “You finally felt guilty for leaving me in this shit hole that you’ve decided to take me out?”
A tall figure emerges from the shadows in my room. Broad-shouldered, my father wears his black fitted suit with a green shirt underneath to match the green of his eyes. With his dark hair swept out of his eyes, he grins at me.
“I am here on business not pleasure, as the humans like to say.”
I grind my teeth because of course he is. Up on my feet, I stretch my arms in the air. “Why has it taken you this long to visit me? Why am I still in here?” Tension burns in my veins. Twelve years in prison for what?
He smirks, and I fucking hate the way he blows everything off with that look of, I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-you expression.
“If you’re just going to be an asshole, you can get the fuck out of here.”
I turn away from him abruptly, wishing I had somewhere to storm off to and not remain stuck in here with him. The bastard snatches my arm, fingers like iron, and forces me back around toward him.
Face to face, I lift my chin and don’t back away. For most of my upbringing, he popped in to visit me when he needed something. Not once had he come on any of my birthdays. I’d been a fucking child, desperate for my father in my life.
But when your father is Loki, a chaos god and trickster, he is so busy playing his games and hiding the truth, that getting close to anyone is out of the question.
I accepted that long ago, and it pisses me off that it still affects me now as he stands before me.
“You remind me so much of myself. Fiery nature, impatience. There is hope for you yet, son.” His deep voice carries mirth, or maybe it’s something else I don’t recognize. But I can’t tell if he’s mocking or complimenting me.
“What do you want?” I ask, already exhausted of his presence.
“There is a fight coming up in the prison and I need to win the odds.”
I blink at him. “So you’re betting on the fights like the rest of the bored gods and what? You want me to rig it so you win?” Not a fucking chance. I’ll not lift a finger for this bastard except to run a blade into his heart and make him suffer however I can.
The corner of his mouth curls upward. “There will be a sweet reward for you if you make sure it happens.”
I watch him for any reaction and respond when he gives none. “Sure, I’m game.” He’s not the only one who can lie without any outward signs. Besides, it’s better for me to find out what he’s up to. If it benefits me, then I’m all about it.
“The biggest fight of the year is coming up. The god-killer will get the damn shit beat out of her, but she’s stronger than anyone realizes. Her first fight was a test to see her ability. What I have planned for her will be the biggest event yet. Yet, she can’t win that fight. Ensure this, and you’ll get your ticket out of his hellhole.”
Ice floods my veins. Shaye… he’s talking about my Shaye. Even if deny him what he wants, he’ll find someone else to ensure she doesn’t win. I have to stop this now.
“Look, Father—”
Except, he’s gone in the blink of an eye. Poof.
Goddamn asshole.
Except, my mind now races with what he’s just said. He wants Shaye to lose in a fight… while my instincts scream that I need to protect her from those fights. Most inmates who lose such an important battle don’t walk away. They are carried in a body bag. And to my father, she is nothing but a pawn to ensure he wins whatever game he’s playing.
Chapter Two
Shaye
Sweat trickles down my back as I dodge Bono’s charge. The crowd boos and stomps their feet. Xanth standing guard at one of the exits looks away from me like he’s disappointed.
What the hell does he expect?
“Afraid, little kitten?” Bono taunts, puckering a kiss at me, and grabbing his junk through his black leather outfit. “Care to finish what we started in Rowan’s cell?”
Acid burns the back of my tongue. Why did it have to be Bono out of all of the prisoners? Hell, for that matter, why am I even here? I glance around at the crowd, hoping to find someone who can help me, but they all scowl at me like I’m shit.
They continue their insistent chanting, “Kill her, kill the god-killer.”
I swallow the panic clawing up my throat. My hands shake crazily, and I frantically search for a way out.
I’ve got to escape this arena or I’m dead. There are blood stains along the cement walls too high to climb. They’ve done this before. My stomach turns. How many have died here for the gods' entertainment?
Xanth meets my gaze again and something passes between us. Like he’s trying to tell me something I can’t decipher. I take a step toward him. Maybe he can help me get out of here.
Except the disappointment in his dark eyes freezes me. He wants me here? He wants me to fight? I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. How can he even act like he cares about me to leave me to this monstrosity? Me against a brute that outweighs, outmuscles, and has a good twelve inches on height compared to mine?
There’s no one to save me from this nightmare and my chest hurts from the feeling of betrayal that I can’t breathe.
Bono plows into my side, knocking us both down. Pain burst through my hip and shoulder. Bono’s weight crushes me.
He punches me in the stomach and face. A metallic taste coats the inside of my mouth and I feel like I’m choking on my own blood. I cry out, holding up my hands to try and protect myself. His punches are coming so fast that I can’t keep up. I try to curl into myself, but his body is pinning my legs and body down.
The crowd’s cheers echo around me. Blackness curls around the edges of my consciousness. But pain shatters through me and I feel every hit.
Bono’s meaty hands grasp my head, and he squeezes. My skull feels like its cracking.
“Taste this, bitch,” he says.
And his power, like sharp razor blades, cut through bone and into my very core.
I scream and scream. I claw at his arms and hands, trying to stop him. I buck and thrash, but he only squeezes harder. I don’t want to die like this. I can’t.
My magic swirls inside of me. A bit of my water magic trickles out past the cuffs and collar, but it’s not enough. I thrust all my power and will forward, but the metal bands burn my skin. I can’t access my power fully. Panic churns in my gut. I scrape my nails down his arms and across his hands, trying to get the pain to stop. Trying to get him off me.
“Die, bitch,” he snarls and spit drips on my cheek.
Terror wraps around my heart, crushing bit by bit in line with his hands on my head. I feel like my skull is cracking like an egg. Pain whips through me and I can’t think, can’t do anything except shove against him. I feel like I’m boiling inside. My blood is bursting through every cell of my body.
Cool liquid rushes over me from every direction. It blasts into Bono shoving him off me. The crowd gasps. But my vision is blurry, and I see multiple fragments of people standing with their mouths agape like hungry fish.
I roll over, holding my head that feels like it’s been split open. There’s a hush over the crowd of gods and goddesses along with their demigod pets. The quiet is so loud that it’s deafening and roars in my ears like I’m in a tunnel whipped around at hyper-speed.
Fearing Bono’s retribution, I blink against the lights making spots in my double-vision to a form pressed up against one side of the cement wall and I try to make sense of what I’m seeing.
A figure is flattened into the concrete like smo
oshed dough into a cookie cutter. Colored water and blood ooze from all around the body like a waterfall.
His lifeless eyes stare directly at me so open and wide that I turn away.
The crowd starts stomping their feet, shouting for my death again.
Huge metal doors grind open and my heart gallops in my chest. I can’t go through this again. My body starts to shake violently, and I can’t stop it. Crackles of energy tear through me. All the lights in the area explode thrusting me and everyone into blackness.
Screams and shouts vibrate through the arena. But I fall into a heap, unable to flee as a deeper darkness drags me under.
Chapter Three
Xanth
Fight back. My little minx is letting the sleaze Bono pulverize her. She’s stronger than this. I know she is deep inside despite her slender, small frame. My power lashes at me to end her suffering. But I can’t and I won’t. She must prove herself. Fight her own battles. Fight for life.
Too many are pathetic and weak, but I sense a greatness in her that I’ve never felt before.
Blood coats her face as she claws at Bono’s hands. But its feeble attempts.
What is she waiting for?
I glance around me at the other gods egging on Bono. These fuckers love spending their boring days watching demi gods battle. Most of the time it entertains me, but today I’m on the edge of my seat, wanting my girl to beat the snot out of that ass. And if she doesn’t I might after the event.
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