Page 10 of Cruel God

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered with my cheek against her breast.

Hope couldn’t speak. She never did after sex. The only sound she made was that of her trying to catch her breath.

This was how it’s always been between us. This was why I risked everything for her, killed for her, lied and cheated for her.

And this is the reason why I was going to kill her brother.

Chapter 3

Iwalked into the room and placed a tray with scrambled eggs and toast, fresh fruit and hot coffee on the table. I was surprised to see her awake already, sitting on the edge of the bed since I had almost fucked her into a coma last night.

I forced her to come over and over again until her body couldn’t take it anymore. She started to beg me to stop, but every time the words‘please’and‘I can’t’came out of that beautiful little mouth of hers, it drove me wild. And whenever my cock went limp, I finger fucked her until tears slipped down the sides of her face. Her body broke for me last night, and I relished every goddamn second of it.

I’m a twisted fuck, and totally okay with that.

I leaned against the wall and stared at her naked back. She was thin, maybe a little too thin, as the ridges of her spine were clearly visible. But then again, there was a time she had looked worse.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked as I straightened the sleeves of my suit jacket.

She only glanced halfway over her shoulder, her brown hair slipping down her back. “Yes, thank you, master.”

There was something different about her voice. It was softer. Trembling. I walked around the bed and stopped in front of her, taking her chin in my hand, lifting her face to me. Her cheeks were glistening with tears, her eyes red and puffy.

“Why are you crying, Butterfly?”

She tried to glance down, but I tightened my hold on her chin and forced her to keep eye contact. “I know what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t,” I warned. “You can’t see him. If you do, it will ruin everything.”

She closed her eyes, and a tear slipped from between her long dark eyelashes, slowly trickling down her cheek, tempting me to stop it. With a gentle brush of my thumb, I wiped it off and sucked it into my mouth, closing my eyes as I savored the delicious salty taste of her sorrow. “Hmm, I love tasting you—even the saddest, most broken parts of you.”

I slipped my hand to her throat, pushing her chin up with my thumb. “Look at me.” Her eyes met mine. “Stop your crying. You know what your tears do to me.”

She closed her eyes again and nodded her head. I could see the tension in her jaw as she fought her unshed tears from falling.

She knew very fucking well what it did to me when she cried—when pain was etched all over her face. It made me fucking hard as hell and twisted my insides into a vice, and the only thing to give me a sliver of relief was to come inside her.

“Was last night not enough for you, Butterfly?” I leaned forward and traced the back of my hand down her naked shoulder. “Did I not fuck you thoroughly enough just a few hours ago?” I brushed my fingertips down her arm before softly caressing her stiff nipple, causing her to shiver.

“You did, master.” Her voice came out like a soft rush of air, hardly audible.

“Then why would you tempt me again with your tears?”

Christ, I was already hard, my cock pushing painfully against the zipper of my pants. I reached down to adjust myself, then forced her back on the bed. “You know your tears make me hard.” Leisurely, I traced a finger up the inside of her leg while making sure she kept her eyes on mine. Perhaps she needed a reminder of how her pain fed my darkness, how the monster in me craved it like an addict.

I stopped just as I reached the apex of her thighs. “Oh, my beautiful Butterfly. You tempt me in the most delicious ways.”

I knew her better than she knew herself. I knew that despite the sadness etched on her face when I slipped a finger through her slit, she would be wet. Beautiful, smooth, hot, and drenched—exactly the way I liked it.

“You tempt me because my monster turns you on.” I leaned over her, my lips practically touching hers. “Doesn’t it? You are addicted to my darkness the same way I am addicted to your pain.”

She reached to me and weaved her fingers through my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. This woman knew exactly what I liked, what I craved. We were made for each other in the most fucked up way.

Abruptly I pushed a finger inside her and watched as her eyes rolled closed while her back arched from the pleasure. Her cunt was warm and so fucking welcoming, and I had no choice but to slip a second finger inside her, stretching her walls and causing her legs to tremble.

I studied her face as ecstasy slowly started to replace the shadow of her sadness. It was fucking poetic how contradicting it was, how she found pleasure among all the agony and the pain. This was what made her my most prized possession—her fight and her surrender so beautifully combined.

With the tip of my tongue, I licked all along the outline of her mouth before firmly biting her bottom lip. She hissed from the sting before sucking air through her teeth.

I slipped my fingers from her pussy and reached up, painting her perfect cupid’s bow with her arousal before sliding my finger inside her mouth, allowing her a taste of her own lust. “As much as I’d like to give you my cock right now, I have business to attend to.”

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