Page 3 of Ruthless God

She needs to be controlled, looked after like a delicate flower, and I don’t want to treat her like one. Right now, I want her on her knees, covered in her tears and my cum. I want to drag her in the bedroom, tie her up to the headboard, and fuck her until she begs me to stop.

We fight every time a guy sets his eyes on her.

My girl.

I wish she would understand she’s mine.

“I thought I told you not to show up here.”

Bailey rolls her eyes. “We wanted to have a little fun, Snow.”

Instead of replying to my sister, I stand toe to toe with this motherfucker, keeping my eyes glued to him. He doesn’t flinchor show fear. He grinds his teeth, staring at me as if he’s going to shoot me.

“Sometimes you act like a jealous boyfriend,” Lyrical snaps.

When we’re married, I look forward to turning her ass cheeks black and blue for being disobedient.

The guy shoves my chest. “You heard the lady. Run along little boy. It’s between me and her.”

I stumble a little, then undo my expensive cuff links, smiling wickedly at him. It’s going to be fun hearing him beg for his life.

“Just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean you have to cockblock me. You fucked Savannah, but once you get a whiff of another man on my radar, you run them off. I’m not yours, Snow. Not yet.”

Oh, but she is. Lyrical can convince herself that she’s not, but she’s been mine since we were told our marriage is arranged.

Bailey steps into my view, stabbing a finger in my chest. “What’s the big issue, Revi?”

She knows I don’t like it when she calls me by my real name, so she’s doing it to get on my nerves. I love my sister, but she can be a pain in my ass.

I glance down at her, and her wavy dark hair covers her shoulders. She’s wearing a floral dress.

I lean down, whispering in Bailey’s ear, “He slipped something in Lyrical’s drink, so I have to take him out.”

She knows what “take him out” means. It’s the same phrase my father uses before he’s about to kill someone.

Her face pales, and she grabs Lyrical’s hand. “We have to go.”

“Bu—”

“No buts. This time, we have to listen to Snow.”

Concern colors her face, and she swallows thickly. “Are you coming back to our place? There is something I need to ask you,” Lyrical asks.

“Of course, Blue.”

She stands on her tippy-toes and kisses my cheek, and I’ll never get tired of her kisses even though they’re platonic. My heart beats a million times in my chest.

I watch the girls head to the front door, and then I knee the bastard in the balls. I grab his wrist, twist it behind his back, and he yelps like a dog.

Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear, “You’re about to meet the grim reaper soon. I saw you slip something in my girl’s drink.”

His brown eyes round in horror, and he shakes his head.

“Let me g—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He tries to break free from my hold, but I keep his hand behind his back as I force him through the crowd, then down to the basement.

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