Page 12 of Ruthless God

I smile at her. “I have the same fantasies too. I-I have a sketchbook of me getting chased by a man. I have dark fantasies about being controlled by a man.”

I’m not going to admit to her that I’m speaking about Snow, because I don’t want her to pry into my relationship with him.

I told Bailey about the kinks I have, and she looked at me in disgust, so I never mentioned it again—to anyone. I planned to keep my secret buried with me.

“I can speak to him for you. Introduce you two.”

We both get up from the bench, heading to our apartment.

Once we make it home, I waltz straight to my bedroom, and I slip out of my clothes, put on my white halter neck dress that saysBite Meat the front, along with black boots and the leather jacket Snow bought me for Christmas last year. Usually on the island at night, the temperature drops.

Lilac walks in with her lavender hair down her back, wearing a brown strapless dress with matching cowboy boots.

We loop our arms as we walk across the campus to where the American Gods live. My eyes snag onto the cobblestone mansion with rectangular windows. Gargoyles sit on top of the roof, and the glass mansion sits right in front of the calm ocean. I watch people lingering on the beach with beer bottles in their hands. This place brings back so many memories of me spending the night with Snow, where we played video games and watched movies together. I used to hide out with him when there was a party going on. He’s such a loner at times. I miss my best friend so much it hurts. I feel as if I don’t know him anymore.

When we stroll up to the archway, Jameson hands out shots to everyone who walks in through the door. His gaze clings to my dress, then he checks out Lilac. He’s gorgeous, built like a linebacker, easy on the eyes. His silvery hair is cut close to the scalp and he wears a black T-shirt and denim jeans. My eyes drop to the veins in his arms.

He offers me a shot. “You’re brave to show your face around here, Blue.”

I shake my head, but Lilac downs her shot and coughs loudly, causing Jameson to laugh.

I walk toward the entrance, but he yanks me by my arm, then he leans down and whispers, “Your fiancé is going to be mad you’re here.”

We haven’t announced our engagement yet, so as far as I’m concerned, he’snotmy fiancé.

“Let me through, Jameson. I’m here to talk to Irvin.”

Bewilderment ceases his face and he blocks the entrance. “If Snow catches you speaking to Irvin, he’s going to kill him.”

I don’t believe Snow would kill him, because they have to run the club together and he doesn’t like me. Why would he care if I’m speaking to one of his friends?

“Fuck Snow. I can talk to whoever I want.”

He sidesteps me. “Go right ahead, princess, I hope you have a grave dug up for him.”

Lilac’s eyes widen at his words, and she swallows thickly, giving him a timid look. He grins, then whispers something in her ear, and her face blushes as she steps back and says, “I want Irvin.”

He winks, then licks his lips. “If you ever change your mind, let me know. You know where I live.”

We walk into the crowded living room, and it’s hot as fuck. Women wear skimpy clothes, and I spot Keanu getting sucked off by a blonde chick, and another girl is being sandwiched between two men, getting fucked hard. There are so many people packed in the spacious living room. Sex and weed filter in the air, and the music is so loud it rattles the window.

Shaking my head, I peel my eyes away from the scene, then we walk to the kitchen where it’s less noisy. “What did he say?”

She blushes. “He wanted that same timid look on my face when he has me on all fours, fucking me.”

“Wow.”

We search the crowd for Irvin, and fear overrides my senses because I don’t want to run into Snow. Even though there’s aslim chance he’s here, but you never know. My heart hammers in my chest, so I tell Lilac I’m going to step outside for some fresh air.

Once I make it to the patio, I see people stand by a bonfire, the sun sinking below the ocean, glowing orange on the crystal water. I zip up my jacket and rub my hands as the chilly air bites at my skin.

I search the crowd for Irvin but he’s nowhere near in sight. I don’t want to bump into Snow, so I need to get out of here. I should have told Lilac no, but I’m her only ticket for her to get a dick appointment. Most people can’t reach any of the American Gods unless they want to be reached. They mainly keep to their circle of friends.

I walk toward the bonfire, accidentally bumping into someone, and I look up to find brown eyes staring down at me.

“I’m sorry,” I say, searching the backyard, then my gaze snaps back to his.

“No problem.” He holds out his hand. “I’m June.”

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