Page 30 of Ruthless God

“Showing you who you belong to. You want to be treated like my slut, so be it. You don’t want to call me your fiancé and not wear my ring, that’s fine, but you will have to deal with the consequences. Try not to cry too hard, I’m not going to be gentle.”

With that, he tapes my mouth shut.

I feel my panties dampen and my nipples are so hard they can cut glass.

This is what I wanted, but not from him. Not the man that haunts my nightmares.

He unzips my dress, yanking it down. He eyes my lacy white panties and circles his fingers around my nipples. Then he grabs a fistful of my ass before slapping it hard. Pain shoots up my spine.

“When will you learn that you belong to me and you will be mine forever?”

I don’t respond.

“When should I fuck your ass? On our wedding night?”

I shake my head and make muffled sounds. I’m not ready for anal; I heard it hurts like hell.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard dick.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. I want to drop to my knees and suck him hard. He shoves my panties to the side, brushing my clit, and I whimper.

I want to be taken without permission, and he knows it. He knows how much I crave this. He knows I don’t want to have any power.

“This is page eighty-five. Where I have you duct-taped and you want me to fuck the shit out of you.”

I shake my head.

Those are fantasies, ones I didn’t intend for him to see. He needs to stop using my sex fantasies as a way to control me.

He shoves two fingers inside of me. “You’re so wet, Lyrical. So fucking soaked. You’re about to enjoy what I’m going to do to your body.”

No one will ever hear us because I can’t even scream. He has complete control over me and there isn’t anything I can do about it. Adrenaline spikes my blood from the thrill of him using me as his sex toy.

He pushes me against the wall, and he faces me against the shelf, and I’m struggling to hold myself up because of the duct tape around my wrists. He shoves his fat dick inside of me and I sigh.

“You love this shit. You love me fucking your pussy hard. You want to be my slut. But I need you to nod your head and agree that you’re mine.”

I wish I could say I’ll never belong to him, but instead I shake my head.

He grabs my hips and pulls out before slamming into me hard, his finger on my clit. My core clenches and I’m snug around him. I feel my wetness leaking around his dick.

“That’s it, milk my dick, baby.” His tone is husky. “God, your pussy feels amazing. So tight. Meant for me. Do you know how many nights I dreamed of coming inside of you?”

I arch my back as my orgasm shatters through me and my body sags against the shelf, but he holds me up, keeping me in place as he fucks me hard. My moans are quiet, and sweat builds on my forehead. He thrusts so hard inside of me that the things on the shelves rattle.

“You’re going to wear my ring whether you like it or not. Once we’re married, you’re mine permanently and I’ll do to you whatever I want.”

Marriage is a piece of paper. You don’t own me.

He bites my shoulders, and I moan. I can’t get enough of him. Of this.

“Down on your knees, Blue.”

He spins me around, removes the duct tape from my mouth, and I scream at the pain. Once I drop to my knees, he slides the crown of his dick between my lips.

Tears gather in my eyes as he fucks my mouth, and I feel his dick in the back of my throat. I choke and gag, my jaw aching.

This is too much. I can barely breathe.

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