Page 9 of Ruthless God

“I was drugged,” I scream at the top of my lungs, but he places his palm over my mouth, silencing me.

“I don’t believe it. I watched you all night and no one drugged you. I even checked the cameras. You may have our families fooled, but not me.” He sighs as if he’s over this conversation. “Leave this school. I don’t want to see you here, not until my ring is on your finger.”

I don’t care how pissed off he is with me, I’m not going anywhere. He might have a lot of power, but not over me. Plus, I don’t have the patience or time to transfer to another school. The only thing I’m worried about is passing college algebra.

I push on his hard chest, but he doesn’t budge. “No, I’m staying. You can’t run me out of here.”

He grips my chin, digging his black-painted nails into my flesh, making me squeal. “Last chance, Lyrical Gina Haynes. Leave here.”

I wrap my fingers around his, trying desperately to remove them, but he digs them in harder, watching the tears run down my cheeks. His smile is wicked, as if he’s enjoying hurting me.

He wipes each tear, tasting them on his fingers. “You look good when you cry. You look better at my mercy. You would look even better kneeling before me, with my dick between your lips.”

My eyes widen at his words; he’s never spoken such filth to me. He would say sexual stuff to me here and there, but not like this. His words make my nipples harden like glass.

His eyes glint with delight. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

I would, but I’ll never admit to him what I really want. If he knew the fucked-up things I crave, he wouldn’t look at me the same.

“Please, Snow. Let me go, you’re hurting me.”

He squeezes harder, and I yelp like a dog.

“That’s the point. Leave, Lyrical. You’re not welcome here.”

“No.”

A devilish grin spreads across his face. Snow leans down, whispering in my ear, “I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

He lets me go, fixes his erection in his pants, then opens the door to walk inside the building, leaving me stunned with my mouth hanging open.

Snow

Istare at Lyrical from across the café as her friends say something to her, but she seems zoned out. Seeing her sends me into a fit of rage—I don’t want to be tied down to her for the rest of my life. Seeing those tears in her eyes makes me want to shove my dick into her. Hell, the woman breathes in my direction and I’m horny like a teenager. I can’t believe I was in love with her. I worshipped the ground she walked on, that’s how much I was in love with her. Now, I hate her more than anything in this world and no one knows the deep obsession I have over her even now, after everything she’s done, and I can’t fathom it. Even when I want to choke her to death, I still want to be around her.

Little does she know I’ve been stalking her all summer, and I had Jameson plant a tracking device on her new phone that allows me to see what apps she uses. Hoping she would admit she popped drugs before she drove. She claims she was drugged, but I don’t believe her.

She didn’t do much but stayed at her parents’ house. The last time I saw her was at Bailey’s funeral, where she cried so badlyher father had to carry her away from the gravesite. My father blames me for the accident because I was supposed to be looking out for Bailey, so I haven’t spoken to him since the night at the hospital. And my mother, she fell into a deep depression and tried to commit suicide, so my father had her admitted into the psych ward.

“You going to finish that?” Jameson shovels my waffles into his mouth without giving me time to answer.

Jameson loves to eat food. His favorite hobby is restaurant-hopping.

“Are we doing our annual party tonight?” Irvin says, kicking his Italian loafers up on a chair, and he straightens his blue shirt.

I’m not in the mood to party and it has never been my thing, but we do it to allow the rest of the students at our mansion to feel like they can be in our circle. It’s crazy how people want our attention, want to network with us, and it can be quite annoying as well. People pretending to like me so they can get into my inner circle. If I befriend anyone, it would give them a boost in their social life. We keep a tight circle because we do a lot of illegal shit.

“Fuck yeah, I need to nosedive into some pussy. My father has been working the shit out of me,” Keanu replies, folding his arms across his chest, wrinkling his polo shirt.

“Send out information through IG,” I murmur to them.

They pull out their phones, including me, and I make an IG post. I get over two hundred likes in one minute. I tuck my phone back into my pocket.

Savannah strolls over to my table and makes her way onto my lap. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I roll my eyes. I don’t give a fuck about her. She’s a tool I’ll use to get back at Lyrical because I know they both hate each other’s guts. Even though I fucked her over the summer to get over Lyrical and she was a lousy lay. Her parents have been pestering mine for herhand in marriage. To be honest, I’d rather drag my dick over hot coal before I marry her. She’s annoying as fuck, her head game sucks, and she tries to make me talk about my feelings. I would rather be stuck with Lyrical, so I can make her pay for what she did.

I feel the wetness from her pussy leaking all over my pants because she’s not wearing any panties, and her tube dress barely covers her tits. When she meshes her lips against mine, her kiss is sloppy as fuck and my dick grows limp, unlike earlier when I was hard as a brick for Lyrical. I pull away from her, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Even her spit stinks.

Jameson and the rest of the crew talk among themselves, laughing and joking, while Fish Lips can’t keep her mouth to herself.

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