Page 44 of Cruel God

Jesus Christ. My head hurt as adrenaline spiked, and it strengthened the depravities that ran in my bloodline.

“Fuck her into submission!” My father’s voice boomed from across the room, carrying a deafening authority. Who the fuck did he think he was? The only person who had control in this room was me. Me! Not him. Not X. Here, and now, I was God. I was the one who would predict the fucking outcome.

You’re also the one she trusts.

I had my father’s blood in my veins. She’d be a fool if she trusted me.

She’s the only light you have left.

Maybe the time had come for me to accept who I really was.

She’s your Hope.

A man like me didn’t deserve hope.

She’s your Butterfly. Delicate and beautiful.

I was my father’s son. I ruined the delicate and marred the beautiful.

She’s your last chance at redemption.

I didn’t deserve redemption. Demons had already sunk their claws into my soul, corrupting me and turning me into the man my father had always wanted me to be. Because while Hope’s sobs filled the room, her skin blooming with red lashes, all I could think about was fucking her. I wanted to know what her cunt would feel like around my dick. If she’d scream while I forced her to come with me being buried balls deep inside her.

I rushed forward and pressed my front against her wounded back, ignoring the hiss of pain that poured from her lips. All I cared about was how warm her skin was against mine, and I dragged my cock down the slit of her ass, my mind and body a frenzy of wicked lust and twisted desire—ready to take what was mine. A master prepared to claim his slave.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I reached up and cupped her breast, feeling her pebbled nipple against my palm. As I kneaded the firm flesh of her tit, I leaned forward and brought my lips close to her ear. “You are my butterfly now,” I whispered. “And no one will dare take you from me.”

Her body trembled, and I could hear her rapid breaths slip from her lips. Not even her fear could tame the beast my father had managed to wake tonight.

My father…

I glanced at him from over Hope’s shoulder, his expression gleaming with victory. His eyes radiated with pride as he watched me lose control, watched me hurt the one person I had promised I’d protect. This was all him. Every damn thing I’ve done ever since I walked through that door was all. Fucking. Him.

Victor Cain. The bane of my existence. The antichrist hellbent on turning his own flesh and blood into the devil who’d rule alongside him.

I dragged my cock down the slit of her ass once more, bending my knees slightly so I could nudge the tip of my dick against her entrance. The tiniest feel of her heat had me clenching my jaw, fighting the urge to plunge into her and allow the ecstasy to possess me.

“Do it, master,” she murmured, the sound of her voice causing me to still. “Claim me. I want to be yours.”

My heart fucking stopped; my gut instantly filled with ice, the cold spreading to every bone in my body. Never had I heard such powerful words. Words that sliced through my soul and cracked the foundation my father had taken years to build inside me.

“Please, master.” The tenor of her soft pleas vibrated down my spine, my cock still nudging at her entrance. For the first time, I could smell the familiar strawberry scent of her hair as it brushed against my cheek. I was too possessed with lust to notice it before. But now, her voice, her words, the scent of her hair…it all reminded me what she was to me and to what length I’d go to protect her.

I glared at my father one more time, wishing I could carve that smug look off his face.

With a gentle brush of my palm, I moved her hair to the side, placing a soft kiss just below her ear—the feel of her skin against my lips igniting a burn in my soul I knew I’d never be able to extinguish.

“You are my Hope,” I whispered.

“You are my Butterfly, and I won’t let anyone harm you again. Don’t say anything. Just nod if you understand.”

Her nod was subtle and undetectable by the devil standing in the corner.

“Listen to me carefully.” I kept staring at Victor, making sure he couldn’t hear. “I need you to play along. I need you to help me give Victor what he wants. Can you do that? Can you play pretend, Hope?”

Another gentle nod from her, and I flexed my hips, the chains above us complaining as I gave a hard, sharp thrust, Hope’s cries slamming against the roof as I drove my cock…up the slit of her ass.

I pumped harder, faster, moving my dick between her ass cheeks. Victor and X stood in front of us, and all they could see was Hope’s body move while she screamed, and I grunted, pretending to fuck my new submissive.

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