Page 92 of Ruthless God

Snow

I watch her fall asleep.

I didn’t want to do this to her. Yes, I fucked her in the past, taking her consent by duct taping her mouth, but this is different. She won’t wake up and she won’t remember, but she wants me to record it, and I will. If that’s what she wants, I will give it to her, because her happiness is all that matters to me. I stare at my wife in her dreamy state. She looks beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Like a painting of a fucking sunset.

She’s mine, and she can’t escape me now. My father and the world will know it soon. This woman consumes every inch of me. She doesn’t realize how much power she has over me. She brings me to my knees, and I’ll walk to hell and back for her.

If this is what she wants, I wouldn’t deny my wife anything. She trusts me enough for me to take away her consent and use her body in any way I want. I twirl the wedding band around my finger. I can’t believe she didn’t put up as much of a fight to marry me as I thought she would. I thought I’d have to wrap my hands around her mouth and force her to be my wife, but she came willingly, though it was after she accused me of kidnapping her.

I remove her dress, along with her bra and panties, and then I remove my own clothes and toss them into the chair next to the door. Once I grab a rope from my bag, I tie her wrists to the headboard, then I grab my phone and put it on a tripod before I hit Record. I start with her breasts, sucking on her dark pink nipples one after the other. I wish I could hear her moan, hear her calling me all kinds of names when I drive her to the point of orgasm. I kiss her all the way down to her pubic bone. I know she can’t feel it, but I still eat her pussy and slide my finger inside of her, feeling her throbbing. Just because she can’t feel, it doesn’t mean I can’t make her come. I remove my finger and lick her cum as much as I can, then I slip my dick to her entrance, and even though she’s in a deep sleep, she’s soaking wet and warm. I slide out of her and slam back into her as I kiss the side of herneck. I tell her how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to be her husband; she might not hear me now, but it’s on camera, so she’ll know. I fuck her so hard that the headboard knocks against the wall, and I feel the tip of my dick tingle and my balls tighten as I pull out and come on her stomach.

“Fuck,” I say.

Once I untie her wrists, I look at the redness of her flesh, kissing her skin before I hit the Stop button on my phone and take it off the tripod. I place it on the nightstand on my side of the bed, then go to the bathroom to grab a wet rag and clean her up. After I put her in a night gown, I take a shower, clean myself, and put on a pair of boxers.

Once I’m in bed, I grab my phone and upload fifty pictures from our wedding onto my page and story for IG, with the caption,With my wife.I comment “Mine forever” five times, then I notice she posted a story four hours ago with a picture of us on the plane with the caption,On the way to marry my best friend and the love of my life.

After I reshare the photo to my story, I scroll through each of her posts and type “I love you” with a heart emoji. She doesn’t use social media much and mainly posts pictures of her artwork, but I don’t care. People are going to know she’s officially mine.

A message from my father displays across the screen.

Sperm Donor: Congratulations on the marriage *knife and skull emojis*

It was a threat, a threat that he’s coming after Lyrical and me. My fingers glide over the screen when I send him a message.

Me: *devil and middle finger emojis*

Lyrical

My eyes pop open at the sunlight peeking through the windows of the villa. Slowly, I sit up and glance around, spotting Snow outside on the balcony with a mug in his hand, looking out at the crystal-clear ocean. My body is so sore, my core throbs and aches. What did he do to me while I was knocked out? Desire blossoms at the pit of my belly at the thought. I can’t wait to see.

I toss the cover off me and slowly walk to the balcony. Wrapping my arm around his torso, I rest my head on his burning back and squeeze tight. He turns around, sets the mug on the rail, and kisses my forehead. This is the first time Snow has showed me any tenderness. He leans down to kiss my lips.

“How are you feeling?”

Those little words cause a burst of passion to grow inside of my chest.

I breathe in the crisp air, watching a group of people run on the shore of the white sand. I can get used to waking up here every day. The ocean here is more blue compared to the one back home.

“I feel good. I can’t wait to watch the video. Do you feel go—”

He places his index finger on my lips. “I feel good, great even.”

I love the way he took my consent away from me without judging me. I love the fact that I get to experience this with him.

Something clicks in my mind that he told me a long time ago. “You always were in love with me.” He doesn’t respond, looking shocked that I figured it out. “It wasn’t merely a simple crush—or lust. You have always been in love with me. From the moment you met me.”

Tears gather in my eyes as the salty sea mist burns in my nostrils.

I can’t believe I couldn’t see it before, but now I do.

The stalking.

The overprotectiveness.

Killing Savannah for me.

Anyone who he felt was a threat to my livelihood was dealt with.

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