Page 44 of Ruthless God

Once Snow and I are married, I’m going to find me someone to fuck on a regular basis. Since he wants to play games with me, I can play them right back. He can have Savannah’s trashy ass, and speaking of the dumb bitch, I glance at her, finding her watching me as she speaks to Tanya.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he says.

I shake my head. “I’m not here for the drink, I’m here for you.”

His eyes brighten and he grins from ear to ear. “You want to go back to my hotel?”

The guy puts me on his lap, tilting my chin to look up at him, and I can feel his erection wedged between my ass cheeks. The way he asks me to go back to his hotel turns me off. I like to be owned and controlled, the way Snow does it. I’d like him to force me to do things. I don’t want a gentleman; I want a man to take from me, like Snow does. Now, I’m all of a sudden losing interest in the blond guy. He seems like a boring lay, someone who only likes missionary.

My phone rings and it’s Snow, but I hit the Decline button since he hasn’t been answering any of my phone calls the past week. I’m not going to answer his either. It’s not fair that he gets to treat me like shit, and I’m supposed to just take it. He did say he was going to make Savannah his side piece and I’m going to have to watch, but let’s see how he feels when those tables are turned.

He sends me a message.

Snow: Answer your phone.

Snow: Answer the fucking phone, Lyrical!

Snow: I’m going to have fun punishing you.

I can’t believe he’s fucking her behind my back. He calls my phone again, so I turn my phone completely off.

The blond man grips my hips, trying to dry hump me. I ease my way off his lap and sit in the empty chair next to him.

“Easy, boy, I’m trying to get to know you better.” I sigh. “What is your name?”

“Melvin, and yours?”

“Lyrical. I go to college.”

“What for?”

“Art?”

Thirty minutes later, I watch Snow storm toward me, and my heart freezes in my chest.

I’m assuming Savannah told him.

Of course she did.

I hope Snow kills her one day.

Stupid bitch.

I press my lips against the blond guy’s. They’re dry and chapped, but I don’t care. I’m using him to get back at Snow.

“I’ve got to go,” I say, then I head out of the back doors. I see Snow marching after me from the corner of my eye, so I head down the street, and he picks up his pace.

My panties are wet from him chasing me, stalking me like I’m his prey.

I rush back to the campus iron gates, since it’s walking distance from the bar. The wind cools my face, and the lit apartments brighten up the dark sky. I head straight to the green forest, my heels sinking into the muddy ground, slowing me down. Adrenaline spreads in my veins and my heart damn near jumps in my chest.

He catches up to me and yanks me by my hair, pure rage darkening his pupils, but I don’t care.

I try to fight him off, but he grips my hair harder, wrapping it around his wrist and causing my scalp to burn like fire, yet the act turns me on. I let out a squeal, then a moan.

“What was that shit back there? You sat down on that motherfucker’s lap. Letting him touch what’s mine. Are you out of your rabid-ass mind?!”

I’ve never seen him filled with so much rage. I’ve never seen him so pissed. His anger makes me crave him. Makes me want him more.

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