Page 57 of Ruthless God

I want to say Snow, but I also don’t want to rat him out.

“I heard things about Snow’s dad and the other owners.”

He grabs my hand. “Listen, sometimes I have to do wh—”

“I’m not spooked, Dad. If you do, I want the truth.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I do. Not because I want to, but because I have to, and I’ll kill for you and your mother if I have to. I have killed for your mother before, and I’ll do it again. I’m not ashamed of what I do or did, sweetheart.”

I nod as he clears his throat.

Snow sends me a message in that moment.

Snow: You need to come home.

I roll my eyes and shoot him a message.

Me: No.

Snow: It wasn’t an option. Come home now.

Me: Hell. No.

Snow: If you don’t show up, I’m going to turn your ass black and blue.

His words turn me on. I like the dirty shit he does to me, and I want to be punished—but at the same time, I need to stand my ground with him. I don’t have to bow down to him or any man.

Me: Do your worst.

Snow: *devil emoji*

I say my goodbyes to my father and give him a big hug, then I leave my parents’ home.

Once I make it to the farmhouse, I kick off my shoes and set them on the rack. Needing something to eat, I head to the kitchen.

Just then, Snow flips on the light switch, stalks up to me, and tosses me over his shoulder.

“It’s time to play, Blue.”

Snow

Icarry her up the stairs and toward our balcony that’s in our bedroom. She bangs her tiny fists onto my back, screaming at the top of her lungs for me to let her go. I’m tired of her playing games and not being open about what she wants—me. She lies to herself all the time, trying to convince herself she doesn’t want me, but I’m sick of her not understanding that she doesn’t have any control over her life anymore.

“I hate you, Snow!”

“No, you don’t. You keep telling yourself that.”

She snaps her mouth shut.

I place my hand on her ass, squeezing tight, and she squeals like a schoolgirl.

Once we make it to our bedroom, I unlock the balcony doors and push them open.

The cool nightly breeze drifting from the sea tickles my skin. I can see the crescent moon hovering above tall palm trees from here.

I set her over the balcony rail, her ass facing me. She grips the rail as hard as she can, but I’ll never drop her, though I need her to believe I will so she can admit to me what she wants.

“What are you doing? Don’t kill me.” I hear the fear in her tone, but that’s not what I want to do to her.

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