Page 93 of Ruthless God

The way he makes my fantasies come true and listens to me without judgment.

In response, he smiles, bends me over the railing, and slides my panties down to my ankles. His voice tickles my ear. “What I feel for you is more than love. I inhale every ounce of you, and I’m obsessed with your whole being. I can’t put into words how I feel about you because there are no words that exist.”

His words steal the breath from me, and I melt into his arms.

“I’ve been in love with you the entire time. Since I laid my eyes on you. I never told you because of the fear of rejection,” I respond, honestly.

He uses his thumb to turn my head so I look into his eyes, and he bites his bottom lip before sliding his dick inside of me, and it stings and feels good at the same time that I suck in a breath. He grips me by the throat, squeezing tight as he fucks me, and myeyes roll to the back of my head until I feel myself tighten around his dick.

Several moments later, I feel him throbbing inside of me until his cum spills down my thighs. He pulls out, tucks himself back into his pajama pants, and grabs me by the arm to lead me to the bed. I’m pushed onto my back, but I scoot away from him.

My scar from the stab wound hasn’t healed fully.

“I don’t think I can take any more, Snow. I’m sore. So very sore.”

“That’s not my problem.”

His words send a shiver down my spine and my core tingles.

He grabs me by the ankle, pulls me to the edge of the bed, and places my legs over his shoulders. He licks my clit until I come all over his tongue.

He lies next to me, then he pulls me into his arms.

My mind is going back to last night, of the video, and my cheeks flame.

“I want to see it,” I blurt out.

Realization hits him and he nods, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He taps the screen and hands the device to me, and I watch it, in awe of what he did to my body while I was knocked out cold. He tells me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me, and I watch him fuck my unconscious body as a huge grin spreads across my face.

He doesn’t realize how much him bringing this fantasy to life means to me and I’m forever grateful.

He glances at the video, but doesn’t say a word and his face is blank.

“You didn’t enjoy it,” I say, worried.

He arches his eyebrow. “It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, it’s new to me. I’ve never fucked an unconscious person.”

“We don’t hav—”

He places his finger onto my lips. “We do whatever you want, Lyrics. If it makes you happy, it makes me happy too.”

My phone starts to ring.

Snow grabs it and hands it to me. “Your mother has been blowing up your phone and mine. I believe she’s pissed off that we went ahead and got married without telling her.”

That sounds like her. I grab the phone from Snow, tap the green button, and hold it to my ear.

“Hello, Mom.”

I make my way to the balcony, close the glass door behind me, and eye the people playing volleyball in the distance.

“Lyrical Gina Haynes. Why didn’t you inform me that you were going to elope with Snow?” I hear the anger in her tone.

It’s always been her dream to witness me getting married, and I know what I did was selfish.

I’m not going to tell her that Snow kidnapped and forced me into it, because he really didn’t—I didn’t even fight him like I normally do. At first the idea sounded crazy but after I calmed down, I came to my senses and realized this is what we both wanted.

“We love each other, Mother, and we didn’t want to get married because of the arrangement, we wanted it ourselves.”

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