Page 91 of Ruthless God

Lyrical

Ican’t believe I’m about to elope with Snow.

We stand in front of a pastor on a beach, the wind tickling my face. The stars and the full moon brighten up the dark sky, shining against the dark water.

Sweat blankets my forehead, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I stand across from Snow. He eyes the white dress he picked out for me to wear. It hugs my body like a glove, barely covering my tits and ass. I suspect he picked it out so when we get back to the villa, he’ll be able to rip it off my body. Snow has opted for a white dress shirt and dark shorts, looking so damn sexy with his white hair spiked up. I want to tear his clothes off and fuck him.

I’m not as drunk as I was when I got on the plan, but I feel the alcohol swimming in my system.

I can’t get out of the wedding, no matter how hard I try, but he’s right: we do love each other, so we might as well make it official. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was sixteen and it’s long overdue.

And we did need to push the date up and do what we want instead of what our parents wanted. I’m getting turned on by the way he takes control over me and my body. Maybe we both needed to get away from the demands and spotlights of our family and social media.

The pastor begins his speech about love and honoring God, then he looks at me, a grin on his face.

“Lyrical, do you take Revi Williams the Second as your husband?”

My cheeks flame. “Yes.”

He turns his gaze to Snow and asks him the same question. A wicked grin spreads across Snow’s face. “I do.”

“I pronounce you husband and wife.” The pastor beams.

Snow yanks me into his arms, sliding both my engagement ring and wedding band onto my finger.

When did he find my engagement ring?

My heart flutters against my rib cage and happy tears leak down my cheeks as Snow kisses me with so much passion, my knees buckle.

He scoops me in his arms bridal style and carries me to the car. Once we make it to the villa, he sits me on the bed, and I watch him go into the kitchen, grab a glass of water, and pour white powder into it. My brow ceases as he hands it to me.

“Drink up, Blue.”

“What did you put in the glass?”

“Crushed sleeping pills.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Why?”

“Page ninety-nine.”

My eyes widen. He’s willing to give me what I want. When I used to bring up to him that I want him to completely take away my consent, drug me, and fuck me, he would ignore me. I know that the idea is uncomfortable to him. He likes to control and dominate me, but not to the point where I can’t fight back. Hehas taken my consent away before, but it was him with covering my mouth, not when I’m unconscious. I want to be forced, I want him to have complete control over my body, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants to me, because my body belongs to him.

I stare at the glass, then bring my gaze back to his. “I know that it makes you uncomfortable to do this, and if yo—”

He tilts my chin so my eyes meet his. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. If you want me to do th—”

“I want you to be comfortab—”

“This is your honeymoon, Blue. I’ll make all your dreams come true. That’s why we’re here.”

“Are you going to record it?” My eyes widen, and I can’t contain my excitement as I jump on the bed like a kid, then into his arms. “I want to see what you do to me.”

“Yes, Blue. I’ll record it. And we can both watch it together afterward.”

I can’t believe this wonderful man is mine. I’m so glad I exposed every part of myself to him because the way he accepts me makes me love him even more.

I nod, then guzzle the tasteless water. I yank the covers back, lying on the soft sheets. My eyelids feel heavy, and before I know it, I slip into deep slumber.

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