Page 26 of Ruthless God

Tears fall down her cheeks. “Don’t you think I don’t know that?! Sometimes I hate to look at myself in the mirror because I know what I did to our lives. Bailey shouldn’t have died. I should have.”

I see the pain in her eyes, and it makes me feel like shit. Even though she made a careless mistake, she shouldn’t die either. No one should have died that day.

I glance at the broken girl beneath me.

What if I’m lying to myself? What if she was drugged? I want to believe her, but I can’t. I’m going to fuck her. I need to fuck her and punish her for what she did to me. I need to consume every ounce of her until there isn’t anything left.

Rage burns beneath my skin like fireworks. Releasing her wrists, I undo her pants, yanking them down, exposing her bare pussy, and the imprint of my hard dick rubs against her clit. She groans.

“S-Snow. We can’t. We shouldn’t.” She places her hand on my chest, keeping her eyes glued to me.

The tension between us is so thick, I can cut it with a knife.

“You like to be own and controlled. You like that I dominate you. You like that I have you at my mercy. Tell me you don’t want me to take your pussy.”

“Are you going to stop?” she questions.

“No.”

She turns her head to the side as tears rush down the sides of her face.

Without a word, I shove my fingers inside of her and she begins to fuck herself on the digits, riding my fingers like a needy woman. The look on her face is one of ecstasy and it makes my balls heavy. The crown of my dick aches, wanting to be sucked. Placing a finger on her clit, I stroke in circles, and she moans my name. Her tears dry up. She digs her nails into my forearms and reaches up, biting the fuck out of my bottom lip as she comes hard. I feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, so I remove them, licking each digit like her taste is my favorite meal.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “My turn.”

Her eyes light up with excitement. Sitting up, my knees sink into the soil as I slowly unzip my pants, yanking out my dick.

Her eyes widen. “This is a bad idea.”

I don’t comment as I shove forward at her entrance, and she takes deep breaths. She’s tight as a vise, squeezing the crown of my dick. I expected her to be tight, but I hadn’t expected her to bethistight. I would tell her some shit like I’ll be gentle, that I’ll take my time, but both of us know that is not what she wants and I have never been the gentle type. Even if she did want gentle, I wouldn’t be. She needs to understand that sex between us will always be rough.

She pushes against my chest, trying to get up, but I hold her still. She wants this—there is a drawing in her book of me raping her, but she was tied to the headboard. She has a rape fantasy? She got it.

She lets out a scream when I slide farther inside of her. I always envisioned how it would feel with me taking her virginity, but not like this—intense. Where I can’t control myself. Not when I’m forcing her to do it.

“It stings,” she whines.

I wasn’t going to stop even if she told me to. I study her pupils like a map. Her eyes tell me she’s enjoying this, even though she doesn’t want to admit it.

Pulling out, I slam back inside of her. She’s warm, wet, and snug. The perfect fit for my dick. The way I like it. Yanking her hair, she moans, and I thrust into her harder. She squeezes around me, milking my dick as she arches her back.

“That’s it. Take this dick like a good girl.”

I slam into her harder as she calls my name, fucking her as she wraps her legs around my body.

She looks beautiful.

Now that I have taken her virginity, I own her, and no man is getting close to what’s mine.

“Say you belong to me.”

She snaps her mouth shut, biting her bottom lip to try to keep from screaming.

“Say you belong to me,” I repeat again, thrusting hard.

She glares at me. “I’ll never belong to you.”

I yank up her hoodie, then her shirt, placing my mouth on her nipples, sucking hard.

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