Page 6 of Cruel God

“Yes, master.”

The second I slipped a finger inside her wet cunt, I covered her lips with mine, drowning out the sound of her moans. Her whimpers vibrated against my tongue, igniting an almost insatiable desire down my spine until it reached the tip of my aching cock.

I was so fucking hard and ready to be buried balls deep inside this woman.

With my other hand, I reached behind her head and grabbed a fistful of soft golden brown hair before jerking her head back, peeling her lips from mine.

I studied her beautiful face, all the tiny little freckles that decorated the sides of her nose, and the dark lashes that framed her big, beautiful eyes. Of all the women I had at my disposal, she was by far my favorite. No one compared to her. This woman was my first, my only, but no one could know about it. About her. She was my dirty little secret, and I intended for it to stay that way.

“So,” I started, pushing my finger deeper inside her, watching her expression change to that of pure euphoria. “You will never guess who I had the pleasure of meeting today.”

“Who, master?” She sounded out of breath while her greedy hips started to move against my palm.

I smiled, pushing a second finger inside her, before leaning closer to her ear, whispering, “I met your big brother.”

Chapter 2

When I walked in here and saw her waiting for me—naked—all I thought about was seeing her bent forward in front of me, the flawless skin of her back illuminated under the lights. My mind was filled with images of watching my cock enter her sweet cunt, disappearing inside her only to pull out coated with her arousal.

I studied her beautiful face as the realization started to set in. Her eyes grew wide, her cheeks changing from a healthy pink to pale white. Her entire body went rigid, and she no longer rocked her hips against my hand while I had my finger buried inside her. Shadows of disbelief settled on her expression.

It wasn’t my intention to tell her, but I wanted to play. I wanted to mindfuck her and see if she’d still obey me the way she had been taught. And she didn’t disappoint. My butterfly was the fucking queen of absolute submission and obedience.

Myqueen.

I had lost count long ago of how many women had the pleasure of having my dick inside them. But one thing I was absolutely one hundred percent sure of was that not one of those countless women came remotely close to her.

Hope Riggs.

The woman I had put everything on the line for. The woman I had restructured my entire empire around just so I could keep her.

The woman I had my father killed for.

“What did you say?” Her hazel-shaped, brown eyes narrowed; her words nothing more than a whisper.

I pushed my finger deeper into her and rubbed my thumb up and down through her slit. It didn’t bother me that she was probably no longer in the mood for my cock after my little revelation that seemed to have struck a chord with her. But I planned on giving it to her anyway.

“I had the honor of meeting your big brother today.”

She placed her hand on my chest, confusion painting her beautiful face. “How?”

I slanted my head and allowed my gaze to drift from her eyes to her mouth, then back to those entrancing irises I had lost myself in so many times before. “Your brother got himself mixed into my business. Whether it was by accident or on purpose, I have yet to find out.”

I took her chin in my hand and moved her face to the side, looking straight at the R inside a half circle tattooed on the side of her neck. It was my mark of ownership I had branded on her flesh the first day I claimed her. And every goddamn time I looked at that mark I had the overwhelming urge to mark her again—from the fucking inside.

“Does this upset you, Butterfly?” I dragged the top of my tongue all the way from her chin, across her jaw and up to her ear. “Does knowing that I met your brother make you feel anything other than the need to please me?”

“No, master.”

A smile crept up at the corners of my lips as I breathed in her subtle yet intoxicating smell of honey and vanilla. The scent warmed my insides as it filled my nostrils, sending a powerful wave of lust down my spine right to my throbbing dick. She always had this effect on me; ever since the first time I noticed her as a man would notice a woman who elicited a potent desire within his loins. She made me lose control. She made me lose focus. She made me reckless.

“Where is he now? My brother?”

I felt her throat move against my palm as I clutched her chin between my fingers.

“Right where I left him.” I nipped her earlobe and a soft moan rolled over her lips. I smiled knowing my touch was pulling her back, making her body want me even though her mind was torn between me and her brother.

“Is he…” She swallowed hard.

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