Page 45 of Ruthless God

“I saw Savannah, and she told me about how you fucked her in New York City. That’s why you didn’t show your face. Youasshole! You left without a word and kept ignoring me for days, and now you want to pop up out of nowhere and mark some claim over me? Motherfucker. Go to hell!”

He leans down, grips my chin, digging his black-painted nails into my skin. “I wasn’t with Savannah. I had to help my father at the Billionaire Club. Savannah was there along with her father, and they were trying to convince me to marry her instead, and I told them no. Because I told them I wanted you.”

“Bullshit, and you know it. Why were you ignoring my calls then?”

“I don’t have to give you an excuse about what I fucking do. You’re nothing but a toy to me.”

I don’t know why his words sting. I don’t know why I believed I could be more to him than a piece of ass.

“Fuck you, Revi. Fuck you.”

He pushes me down to the ground, pulls up my leather skirt, and I try to get up from the ground, but it’s no use. He hovers over me, pressing his body against mine, and I feel his hard muscles under his dress shirt.

No point in fighting, he’s too strong for me. This is what I wanted, right? To get him upset. To hurt him. But I realize I don’t mean anything to him, and I’ve been playing myself. I was beginning to have a little hope that he sees me as more than a blow-up sex doll.

He keeps his palm on my lower back so I can’t run, then I hear him unzip his pants.

“You dare kiss another man. You need to be shown who you belong to.”

“Sto—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says, sliding my panties to the side before shoving his length inside of me, stretching me good. I’m snug around him as he thrusts inside of me.

Fucking me like a madman.

I taste dirt in my mouth as the side of my face is mashed to the ground, getting mud in my dark hair. My eyes roll to the back of my head. This is what I wanted, the adrenaline, the rush of blood going to my core, my nipples hardening. I’m leaking around him and the sound of him fucking me hard fills the night air. I try to look around to see if someone is watching us, but then again, no one comes back this way to campus.

“You wanted my attention? Well, you got it, Lyrical.”

He grips my hips harder, fucking me senseless, then he pulls out and I feel warm cum on my back. He flips me over, slides back inside of me, then wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing tight, but not enough to cut off my airway. I feel the cold dirt on my back and my ass throbs.

“Someone might see us.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

He pounds into me more, and I scream at the top of my lungs.

“I was going insane thinking about you. I missed you while I was gone.” His words melt my heart. He fucks me like he misses me. He fucks me like he wants me. And I don’t know why I care about him. He has been treating me like shit, taking his anger out on me, and yet, I care.

I hate that I fucking caring.

Once he empties his seed inside of me, he sits up on his knees, tucking himself in his pants.

“What about me? Aren’t you going to make me come?”

He pulls me up to my feet, and I yank down my skirt.

“No. You don’t deserve to. That’s your punishment.” He sighs. “Now, I’ve got to clean up the mess you made. The guy whose lap you were sitting on is known to prey on younger women. He’s got his eyes set on you.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

I dust myself off and I head toward my old apartment. I told Lilac I was spending the night at her place.

He grabs me by the wrist. “Where are you going?”

“I’m spending the night with Lilac.”

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