Page 59 of Ruthless God

“Who do you want?” I say, grinding my teeth.

She tries to keep herself from leaning too far over the rail, but I’m the one who has all the power here—her life is in my hands as we speak. It’s up to her to admit that she wants me. Just a simple answer.

I reach over and stroke her clit, and she screams my name—loud.

“Answer the fucking question.”

I lean her over the railing even more.

“You! I want you!” she says with tears in her eyes.

I fuck her hard.

“You look so beautiful when you cry, Blue. Such pretty tears for a pretty woman. You look even better coming for me on my dick.”

I fuck her harder, grinding my teeth, all the while her pussy squeezes the life out of me.

My spine tingles, and my balls tighten as I pull out and shoot cum all over her ass.

I turn her around to face me. She has mascara clumps around her eyelashes, pure fear filling her eyes, and her face is pale. This is how I like to see her—scared, crying, at my mercy. I knew I could get her to bend to my will.

I pick her up and slam my mouth to hers, kissing her roughly. She stares at me as if in a daze before finally kissing me back. I place her on the cobblestone wall next to the balcony and slide my dick back inside of her, finding her slippery for me. She grips my neck hard, digging her nails into my flesh. I love the pain she inflicts on me.

She kisses me deeply again, then removes her mouth and says, “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

Her words are music to my ears.

I’ve been waiting years for her to utter those words to me.

She yanks my hair hard, making my scalp burn, and I come inside of her this time. Thankfully, she heeded my warning when I told her that her pussy was mine, because she got on birth control not too long ago. I empty out inside of her, then pull out, letting her down on the hard concrete.

I tuck myself back into my sweatpants and carry her to the bed. Then I fuck her again.

She whimpers, moaning at the same time. I come inside of her once more, and she watches me as I pull out of her.

Complete shock washes over her a moment before she slaps me across the face with tears in her eyes. She tries to hit meagain but I catch her wrist in midair, then I pin her down, pulling her hand above her head.

“How long have you wanted me, Blue?”

Digging my nails into her skin, she tries to turn her head to the side, snapping those beautiful lips shut.

“Answer me, Blue.”

“Go to hell,” she spits.

“You lie to yourself so much, Lyrical. Your desires, your wants. Sometimes you behave like a deprived, starved woman.” I place my hand around her throat, squeezing tight.

“Please d-don’t k-kill me.”

This is the only way I can get her to admit her own feelings.

“You look so beautiful with fear in your eyes.” I squeeze tighter, cutting off her airway. I don’t want her to die on me. “Tell me and I won’t kill you,” I whisper in her ear.

Tears stream down her face. “Since I met you!”

I grab the handcuffs from the nightstand, and I flip her over, placing her arms behind her back.

“What are you about to do to me, Snow?”

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