Page 86 of Ruthless God

“Kill her. She tried to kill me.” Tears run down her cheeks. “I want to watch you do it.”

There isn’t any way I’m going to allow Lyrical to see what I’m about to do to Savannah. It can make you go crazy.

“No, I don’t want you to watch me kill someone, Blue.”

She stands on her tippy-toes and presses a kiss on my cheek.

“P-please. I want to see it. I deserve to see it. I want to see you hurt her.”

“Are you sure? Seeing someone die changes you, and I don’t want to scare you.”

She runs her fingers through my hair. “There isn’t anything you do that would scare me. Since we’re going to be married soon, I need to be fully involved in your life, and not just what you show me. I accept you, Snow. All of you.”

Her words cause my heart to jump.

Nodding, I grab a plastic bag from the top shelf of the cabinet and place it over Savannah’s head. Her body thrashes as she kicks her legs, until she goes limp. I hold Lyrical’s hand, but she snatches it away from me, and I remove the plastic bag from Savannah’s head. Her eyes are bloodshot, popped out of their sockets, and her mouth hangs open.

Lyrical lifts her lifeless arm. I rub my lips against her shoulders. “How does it feel looking at a dead body?”

She shakes her head. “Shocking. I feel worry and fear. But I’m happy that she’s gone.”

I didn’t expect her to say that.

We make it to the bedroom, where she climbs onto our bed, and I remove my clothes. I hop in the shower, then lie naked in bed with her. She lays her head on my chest and she grabs my dick, but I remove her hand.

“I’m turned on by what you did. I must be a sick person.”

I lift her chin to gaze into her eyes. “You’re not sick, Lyrical. It’s okay to like what you like.” I pause. “I don’t want to hurt you, Blue.”

Her gaze pleads with me. “You won’t.”

“We both know that I don’t have a gentle bone in my body. When you heal, I’ll fuck you any way you want. I’ll gag you, tie you to the bed, and fuck you however I want to fuck you.”

“Watching you kill her turns me on. It made me wet. Please fuck me. Fuck me like I’m your favorite toy.”

“You have stitches.”

“I’m fine, Shadow.”

“You haven’t called me that in a long time.”

“Please.”

“I’ll give you head, but that’s it.”

I remove her underwear, and I slide my mouth to her clit, and I lick her until she orgasms on my tongue.

I invite Keanu and Jameson over to the house, while Lyrical is out bridal shopping with her friends and her mother. I need to tell them everything about what’s going on.

They all pile into my living room, and Jameson proceeds to eat a bag of chips. I swear he has to be munching on something.

Sunlight through the window brightens up the room, and Keanu kicks up his shoes on the coffee table.

“I like your home, secluded and away from people.” Keanu whistles. “I’ll have so much fun with Lyrical here. Chasing her through the woods. Have her leaning over the cliff while I ram my dick inside of her.”

Keanu doesn’t know when to shut up and keep his thoughts to himself.

I ball up my fist. “Mention fucking my fiancée again and I’ll toss your ass over said cliff.”

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