Page 20 of Ruthless God

His words make my chest cave and a hollow, empty feeling grows in my chest. I have a hard time accepting that we’re not as close as we used to be.

His hand strokes the side of my face, making my skin flush. “I’m giving you to the count of five to run.”

My eyes narrow. “What’s going to happened if you catch me?”

He smirks. “I’m going to do whatever I want to do to you.”

My cheeks flame. What exactly does he want to do to me?

His eyes glint like a star. “I’ll even give you a head start—five.”

I don’t know if I should do this. This is wrong—so wrong.

“Four.”

My heart is in my throat and I keep my shoes glued to the ground. I shouldn’t play this game.

“What if I don’t want to play?”

“You have no choice. Three.”

I turn around and sprint into the woods, trying to catch my breath, passing tall willow trees. The woods are dark but not dark enough that I can’t see. Crickets sing while the ocean hums in the quiet night. I hear Snow walking toward me, so I take off running deeper into the forest and I duck down behind a log. I breathe in through my nose and exhale out of my mouth, trying to control my breathing. Hoping he does find me and fuck me until I’m screaming his name.

I look over, and he’s not in sight.

I’m so fucking horny that I can combust.

“Boo,” he says with a wicked smile, so I slap him across the face. He places my hand against his dick print and I feel how rock hard he is. My mouth waters at the thought of me having my mouth around it.

“I love it when you fight.”

I love it too, but I refrain from saying that.

He shoves me to the ground, straddling me, and I try to push him, but he’s too strong for me. This is what I all ways wanted. My panties are wet from his dominance, from the thrill of him doing this to me. I knew I was messed up in the head, craving things normal people don’t. My enemy is about to have his way with me, and I hate how much I love it.

He pins me down, pushing my head to the side, and I taste the wet soil from the grass. I cough hard while he yanks my leggings down, shoving two fingers inside of me. I feel every inch of his digits, my core tightening around him.

Moaning, I kick my legs, thrashing as hard as I can, but it’s no use.

“Get off me,” I scream at the top of my lungs.

“No.”

“Please.”

His eyes go down to my shaved pussy, licking his lips as if he wants to taste me.

“I imagined what your pussy would look like. Glistening and wet for me.”

I groan as he places his finger on my clit and starts circling them, feeling my orgasm build. He removes his fingers and leans down to lick my clit, and I shudder. It feels weird. I’ve never had anyone go down on me. He continues to lick me and my muscles tense and my clit becomes sensitive. I don’t think I can handle it. The feeling is too intense. My core contracts and my toes curl as my orgasm shoots up my spine.

I try to push him off of me, but he doesn’t flinch.

“Pl-please, Snow. Stop.”

He ignores me, keeps licking as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I watch his eyes and they are void of emotions. My heart beats faster and my orgasm shatters me again, making my core throb.

I’ve never experienced an orgasm back-to-back.

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