Page 52 of Ruthless God

“You’re not even allowed to breathe in her direction, K,” Snow growls.

Jameson makes his way to the stool next to me, and Snow points his spatula at him, watching his every move.

“You don’t sit next to her, that’s my seat.”

Rolling his eyes, Jameson gets up from the stool, giving me a weak smile. “Aren’t we going to address the elephant in the room?”

All eyes are glued to him, including mine.

“What?” Irvin asks.

“About how Miss Firestarter burned down our garage?” He smirks, folding his arms across his chest. “I didn’t know you had the guts to try to destroy our shit.”

“You led us to believe Melvin did it,” Keanu grumbles.

I glance at Snow, tapping my fingers on the marble counter. “You told them the guy I kissed did it?”

“I thought you all were going to kill her, then I would have to kill each one of you, and I didn’t want a bloodbath.”

That happened a month ago, so why would Snow want to protect me then? He could have let them hurt me or do whatever the fuck they wanted to do to me. Or he could have allowed them to pass me around like a sex toy. That would have been… hot.

“What would have been the consequences of my actions? Would I have been tied to the headboard, gagged, then you all take turns fucking me? Or would you all fuck me at the same time? Filling every one of my holes?”

Snow has made me feel so comfortable in my sex fantasies, and I didn’t think twice as I uttered the words.

I feel my cheeks burn at the thought.

They all stare at me, except for Snow who is glaring at me.

“I knew you were a freak.” Keanu winks at me, licking his lips. “When you’re done fucking her, I’d like to have a turn. Those innocent-looking girls are some of the best freaks. I could gag you, tie you up to the bed, and shove a dildo up your ass while I fuck you.” Keanu grins ear to ear. “Have you had that done to you?”

I blush and I bet my cheeks are redder than a stop sign. My mind quickly goes to the night Snow fucked me in the ass. It was the hottest shit he’s ever done to me.

I like Keanu; he seems pretty cool and nice. I’m pretty sure he’s a killer like Snow, but the way he carries himself, he doesn’t strike me as one and he has the personality of a golden retriever.

I study the dark ink on his tan arm—a naked woman with a blindfold over her eyes, her hands tied behind her back, on her knees.

“What does this symbolize?”

“I like my women tied when I fuck them.”

I like to be tied during sex, but I keep the thought to myself.

I rub my finger along his tattoo of dead aster flowers growing from a skull. “What about this tattoo?”

Snow grabs the pan with the sizzling bacon, slowly lifting it off the stove, ready to smack Keanu with it.

“Put the pan down and leave him alone,” I snap. “We’re talking.”

Snow rolls his eyes and sets it back down.

I smirk at Snow. “What would happen if I would have enjoyed them fucking me?”

Jameson chokes on his drink, while Irvin shakes his head.

“You’re trying to upset Snow and it’s working.” Keanu sighs.

“Mention fucking my friends again and we are going to have a problem.” Snow grinds his teeth.

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