Page 39 of Cruel God

Slowly I started to pump my dick. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now, Butterfly.”

“Agony.” She breathed.

“What else?”

“It hurts. It hurts so much not being able to feel you.” It was right there in her trembling voice. The pain. The need. The desire to be my fuck toy. And her words shot pure, undiluted lust to my motherfucking balls.

“I can’t sleep. I can’t think,” she continued. “It’s like I can’t breathe without it hurting.”

Faster, my fist started moving, pumping my impossibly hard shaft. Her words, the sight of her wetness glistening under the light, had me wound up tighter than those fucking cuffs locked around her wrists.

“Tell me more,” I demanded.

“I’m cold without you. Empty. I need you like I need the air that I breathe.”

“You say all these things. How do I know you mean it? How do I know you’re not just saying it because that’s what you’ve been trained and brainwashed to do?”

“My words come from my heart.”

“Prove it,” I snarled, biting my lip as I worked my cock. “Prove to me those aren’t just words.”

“Please look into my eyes. Let me give you a glimpse of my soul while I say the words that stem from my heart.”

I let go of my cock and stepped around the bed, crouching down so I could look into her eyes while her cheek remained planted on the sheets. “Speak,” I ordered.

Her lips parted as she took a breath, her liquid amber irises shimmering with unshed tears. “When I arrived here, I was a lost twelve-year-old girl. Hopeless. Doomed to suffer and die as nothing more than a pet…until you looked at me the first time.” She licked her lips, and I could feel her words starting to penetrate the ice barrier around my heart. “I knew you were one of them, but I saw something different in your icy blue irises. I saw regret. I saw torment. I saw a hardship that resembled my own.”

“What?” I snapped. “How can you say your hardship was the same as mine when we were both from different worlds?”

A tear finally slipped down her nose, a gentle smile tugging at the edges of her lips. “We were both forced to do things…things we didn’t want to do. We’re the same, you and I, which is why I don’t want to belong to anyone but you.” She sniffed and closed her eyes just for a second before looking back at me. “I’d rather die than exist without you, Rex.”

Words escaped me. I could hardly breathe as I kept her gaze—the truth of her words flashing within the gentle earthy tones of her eyes. In my entire miserable life, I had never believed anyone as much as I believed her right at that moment. My chest fucking ached, and I had to hold my breath as I allowed her confession of affection to seep deep into my heart. A heart I thought incapable of feeling anything good.

I reached out, touching her cheek with the back of my hand, and watched as she closed her eyes, relishing my touch. It was impossible for me not to feel the emotion that clung to her every word. Why would I doubt that? Why would I question the way she felt about me?”Because she has no idea who you truly are…and she never will.

“You’re mine, Butterfly,” I murmured. “You’ll always be mine.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I straightened and moved in behind. “Do you want to feel me?”

“God, please.”

“Yes. I’m your god, Hope. Me, and no one else.”

Slowly, I traced the head of my cock through her wet lips, and when she moaned out loud at the contact, I closed my eyes, struggling to rein in the need to impale her in one single thrust.

“Sir, please. Give me what I need. I need you to silence the voices, to take away the pain and make me feel safe again.” Her words were coated with an aching discomfort, something I knew all too well. By denying her, I denied myself. Those same voices that plagued her mind with my absence haunted me as well. The pain she felt was the same throbbing ache I had to endure every minute I wasn’t with her. We were identical, carved out of the same distorted fucked-up-ness of this life we lived in.

I palmed her ass and felt her body quiver under my touch. Dragging my palm up her hips and back, I grabbed the cuffs keeping her restrained. With a hard tug, I yanked her arms back, forcing her to lift her face and shoulders off the mattress. She cried out in pain as I jerked again, her shoulders pulled back uncomfortably while her breasts remained planted on the sheets.

I slipped my cock between her ass cheeks and leisurely dragged it down her slit, pushing my hips against her ass. I sucked air through my teeth as my dick felt her arousal, her warm skin rubbing against mine. We were two opposites—light and dark—the one unable to exist without the other.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Shhh, Butterfly.” The tip of my cock prodded against her entrance. The urge to push forward, to sink into her wet, soft cunt was too fucking much. The monster I had caged was scratching, clawing, and roaring behind its bars, wanting to be set free to devour this fucking woman bent before me. This woman had me imprisoned deep within her clutches of decadent depravity. Just the mere taste of what it felt like to be inside her was already making my spine tingle, my release teetering at the fucking edge of exploding.

“I’m going to give you what you so desperately need, but on my terms. The way I want to.” With my palm, I caressed her lower back. “So keep still. Understand? Do not. Fucking. Move.”

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