Page 35 of Ruthless God

He kidnapped me, brought me to my dream home, and it makes me wonder if he had feelings for me at some point. I’m torn between whether I should be pissed off that he forced me against my will, but at the same time I’m smiling on the inside. Though I’m not letting it show.

So many emotions stir inside of me, but I mostly feel overwhelmed.

“You never answered my question in the car,” I state. When he doesn’t respond, I ask, “Why are we moving in together so soon?”

“We’re engaged, Lyrical. Why wouldn’t we? Besides, it’s for appearance’s sake, to make it seem like we’re a happy couple, and this way I’ll have more access to you. To use you in any way I want to.”

I snort at his response. He grabs me by the hand, leads me upstairs, and opens the door to the master suite. There is a bed that sits in the middle of the room like a throne. The two walls on either side are red and black.

Snow leans down and kisses me on the shoulder, causing me to shiver.

“You need to be punished for defying me.” He grabs my hand again and pushes me over to the bed. “Bend over.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“You make my dick hard when you fight me, Blue.”

He goes into what I assume is a walk-in closet, then comes out with a rope. My eyes light up in horror.

My heart thunders in my chest.

“What are you about to do with that?”

Without a word, he grabs my arms, places them behind my back, and wraps the rope around my wrists, tying a tight knot that digs into my flesh.

My heart beats with anticipation while arousal swims in my lower belly.

“Snow, please don’t do this.”

I’ve been wanting this forever. For him to take me like I’m his.

He grabs a ball, a small belt attached to it.

I tilt my head to the side. “What is that?”

“A gag.”

My eyes widen. “W-why are you using that on me?”

“You can’t tell me no if you can’t speak.”

I shake my head, attempting to sidestep him, but he blocks my path and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

“Please… don’t. I’ll obey you.”

“You will after I’m done with you.”

When he tries to place the gag in my mouth, I move my head to the side.

“You either allow me to do it willingly or I’ll force you to do it, and trust me, you don’t want me to force you.”

Nodding, I open my mouth wide and he places the ball in my mouth. I can’t help but lick it, noting it has a rubbery taste. He ties the small belt around my head—tight.

My panties are soaking from the sweet ache between my legs. This scene was not in my sketchbook, so this must be what Snow wants to do—his fantasy.

“This is what happens when you disobey me. I show you who controls who.”

He lifts up the hem of my dress and yanks down my lace thong. I feel the cool breeze against my ass. My nipples pucker and desire blossoms in the lower pit of my stomach.

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