Page 105 of Lawless God

A wave of emotions gets to me, and I barely swallow back the tears. He can see them shining in my eyes when I look up because when I try to wipe the one threatening to fall, he snatches my wrist violently, stopping me from reaching my face.

“Let me see how desperate you are to escape me.”

He observes me for what feels like forever, and all I can think about is that maybe I’ve got him. Maybe that’s what he wanted all along. For me to apologize, debase myself, and beg. Maybe he’ll really let me go.

“You would do anything right now, wouldn’t you?” The satisfaction in his voice feels like acid eroding my veins, but I don’t care. I’m close, so close.

I nod. “Anything.”

“I could slam you on this table. I could fuck every single one of your holes, use you like a dirty little slut, and you’d let me. I could torture your body, leave my mark on you anywhere I wish, and you’d let me. Wouldn’t you, little sunflower?”

“Yes.” This time, my voice is a pathetic rasp. Not the kind that comes from the fear of being close to him and the need to escape. It’s the lustful kind I can’t control.

“Good.” He nods. “Very good. Because in private, that will be your place as my wife, do you understand? My little cum slut who will do anything for me.”

Every ounce of hope I’ve clung onto evaporates.

“W-what?” Panic surges inside me, and I try to pull my arm away.

He tightens his grip, looking at me like he doesn’t understand what it is I can’t grasp. So, he explains again. The wrong thing, of course. As if I asked what because I couldn’t hear.

“I will do all of those things I mentioned,” he says slowly. “And you will do anything for me. My little whore, who will take me in every single one of her needy holes. I’ll do it all to you, baby. Not right now, of course. I have all the time in the world for that.”

“But…” I try to pull my arm away again, my knees now aching from putting all my weight on them. “B-but I begged.” I can’t even believe it myself. I fucking begged. “I got on my knees. I crawled to you. You have to let me go!”

His brow furrows, showing his confusion. “No. I don’t have to. But the begging was beautiful. You’re breathtaking on your knees, Kayla.”

The room descends into darkness around me. I feel like I’m free falling.

“Are you okay? You look pale.”

“I…” Lungs freezing, I can’t find my breaths anymore. “I c-can’t…”

“Do you want to cry? I think it’ll help.”

A whimper escapes me, but I shake my head. “I hate you,” I croak. My head falls on his lap, terror and exhaustion catching up to me.

I’ve been on edge for days, and not only is my body giving up, but my mind too.

“Shh.” He caresses my hair with such a soft gesture a sob catches in my throat. “Name it.”

I try to talk, but I choke instead. My eyes squeeze shut, forbidding tears from falling, but I realize he’s let go of me, and I still haven’t moved from the floor. I’m still on my knees between his legs, my head resting on his lap like a desperate sixties housewife.

“Name it and you can rest.”

“Hopeless.” I release a sob. It’s a dry, painful sob that doesn’t allow tears to fall.

I feel him pensive above me as I wait.

“I understand. Remember, it’s only been a few days,” he explains in a soothing voice. “You’re still adapting. It was too early to let you see your friends. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again until you’ve accepted your situation.”

The knot in my stomach tightens, and before I know it, the only thing that can soothe me is his hand repeatedly caressing my hair, his smell that makes me feel so safe, the feeling of his suit against my skin that is so familiar.

“I like you close to me, little sunflower.” I can barely make out his words in my haze. “I like…the way you make me feel.”

I don’t know when my arms come to wrap just below his knees, and I don’t know how long I stay like a supplicant at his feet, but all I know is that when there’s a commotion somewhere in the house that startles him, it’s barely enough to bring me back to life.

I think he did it.

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