If Wrecked gave you permission to romanticize the wreckage, God of Malice by Rina Kent doubles down on that beautiful devastation. This is codependency as art form, obsession as religion—a descent into the kind of toxic love that doesn't apologize or evolve, just burns hotter. Kent excavates the damaged bad boy archetype with surgical precision, pairing him with a heroine whose wounds mirror his perfectly, creating a feedback loop of pain and pleasure that feels shockingly, uncomfortably real.
Forget redemption arcs and therapeutic breakthroughs. This is romance for readers who crave psychological chaos over closure, who know that some scars are too deep to heal—and find strange comfort in that brutal honesty.
Kent excavates the damaged bad boy archetype with surgical precision.
"I have not a shadow of a doubt that the little rabbit is flipping my world upside down... I’d willingly embrace my demons for you. I’d turn into the devil, a monster, and whatever weapon I have to be if it means I can protect you." — Ri ♡, Goodreads
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