Page 53 of Cruel God

Without breaking my gaze from hers, I reached to the side and opened the door, wrapping my fingers around her wrist and letting her fall in step behind me.

A subtle purple light shined over the black leather couch which stood against the wall. The sweet, sensual scent of jasmine hung in the air as I took a seat on the sofa, ushering Hope to go down on her knees, facing me.

“Eyes on me the entire time.”

Her gold mask glinted under the purple light, and the gold chiffon robe shimmered, casting her with an almost angelic glow. She fucking took my breath away as she sat before me, on her knees, ready to serve her god.

I leaned back leisurely, spreading my arm across the back before pressing one of the two buttons on the remote attached to the armrest. Music started to play, a sexy tune that set the mood. Once I pressed the second button, the black curtains in front of us began to part, revealing a naked Piper. Adorned with a silver collar and ball gag, her arms stretched wide as chains held her wrists in place and a spreader bar attached to her ankles, keeping her legs apart. It was almost an exact reenactment of the night Hope and I deceived my father. I remembered it like it was yesterday. It was the kind of memory you’d never forget. One that would stay with you until you took your final breath, leaving this miserable life behind.

As Colton appeared behind Piper, wearing jeans and no shirt, I could feel the air around us crackle with a kind of excitement that made my fucking blood sing. I glanced down at Hope, her back toward Piper and Colton. I was a sick motherfucker. A man who thrived on playing god, fucking with people’s lives and minds.

I rubbed my fingers across my chin, watching Colton with amusement as he took his place behind Piper, clutching the whip in his hand. Our eyes met, and I could feel his hatred reach for me from across the room, wanting to tear my spleen out. If I were the type of man who gave a fuck about what other people thought, I might have found it hard to breathe with Colton’s toxic disdain sucking all the air out of the room. But luckily, I didn’t give a flying fuck. I was too busy getting high on the thrill of finally having brother and sister reunited under the same roof, in the same room, a few feet away from each other. And they had no fucking clue.

I turned up the music volume, a little precaution in case Colton didn’t follow my rule to remain silent.

With a final glance in my direction, Colton visibly took a deep breath as he lifted his arm, the whip dangling down. As the leather whipped through the air, the only indication that it inflicted pain was the way Piper arched her back. I hated that the music had to be so loud. I wanted to hear the leather smack against her naked ass. I wanted to listen to her moans of pain rumble in her throat while the gag suppressed her cries. But for tonight, the visual alone would have to do. The paradox of having Hope and Colton in the same room more than made up for not being able to hear the acoustic of Piper’s pain.

I shifted in my seat, unzipping my pants to free my cock. With every lash Colton rained down on Piper’s body, my dick grew harder. And as I widened my legs, Hope crawled closer as if she could read my fucking mind. My gaze cut from her face to the scene in front of me. I wasn’t keeping count of how many times Colton had struck Piper, and by the looks of it, neither was he. The look in his eyes spoke of a man who was quickly spiraling, losing control and allowing the demons in. It made me wonder what it was that fueled him. His undeterred need to find his sister or the lust Piper’s submission ignited in him. If I had to put a wager on it, my money would be on the latter. Especially since he rained down those grueling lashes faster, harder, no longer needing to take a breath between each strike.

Piper’s tits bounced up and down as her instinct to try and get away from the pain caused her to squirm. The muscles in my thighs tightened as Hope’s palms brushed along my inner thighs with slow, sensual strokes. Her eyes seemed radiant under the colored lights, and I saw her hunger in the way she bit her bottom lip while staring at my cock.

I leaned back, stretching both hands along the edge of the sofa, watching Colton get ready to fuck Piper while Hope moistened her lips in anticipation of sucking my cock.

It was euphoric. The sin. The lust. The wicked desires that swirled around this room, intoxicating us with the promise of pleasure.

Colton dropped the whip and grabbed Piper’s waist, and I watched as he drove his cock into her ass. By the way, she craned her neck back, pinching her eyes closed, my guess was Colton didn’t give a shit whether Piper’s hole was lubricated or not. All he cared about was fucking her tight little hole.

That’s when I felt the warmth of Hope’s mouth enclose around my dick, her tongue lapping along my shaft. I moaned, digging my nails into the fabric of the couch, lifting my hips and forcing her to take me deeper down her throat. She started slow, but I flexed my waist, greedy for her to suck me faster, harder, like she craved to taste my cum.

I grabbed her hair and forced her to pick up the pace while I kept my eyes on Piper’s naked body being fucked and used by a man who thought he was better than the rest of us. A man who hated me for who I was and what I represented, yet here the fucker was indulging in the same sins he condemned me for.

The faster Colton moved behind Piper, fucking her with one relentless thrust after the other, the harder I pressed Hope’s face down on my cock, causing her to gag. But I didn’t care. I was so fucking close—just as close as Colton was to coming inside Piper’s ass. I could see it on his face—the ecstasy, the adrenaline, the need to feel his climax tear his fucking body in half.

Hope’s spit dripped down my length, and I felt her open her throat, her tongue lapping and lips sucking. I clenched my jaw and bit my lip, watching my dick disappear into her mouth.

I craned my neck back, the pleasure starting at the back of my neck, flooding down my spine and crashing against my balls. Just one more hard thrust, and I came, shooting my cum down Hope’s throat. She tried to swallow it all, but it escaped her lips and dripped down her cheeks.

I didn’t even care whether Colton was still fucking Piper or not. All I could think about was how I just came inside his sister’s mouth while he stood a few feet away, losing himself in one of my whore’s asses.

This was an epic mockery of a brother’s lifelong quest to find his sister—and the ultimate display of the power I had over everyone in this goddamn room.

With pleasure still lingering in my veins, I sat up and slammed my lips against Hope’s, tasting my cum on her tongue as I kissed her. I couldn’t hear her moan over the loud music, but I felt it. I felt it vibrate down to my fucking core, and I loved it.

Tearing my lips from hers, I held a single finger in front of her face—a silent way of commanding her to stay where she was and not to move. I stood and sauntered to where Colton hastily untied Piper’s arms. Guilt was plastered all over his face while his cum dripped from Piper’s ass. Fucking hypocrite.

I stepped up close, placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered against his ear. “The answer to your question is…yes. I know where your sister is.”

And just like that, I changed the whole fucking game by securing Colton’s loyalty. If he ever considered double-crossing me, there was no way in hell he’d do it now.

Chapter 19

Hope and I stood in the foyer when Piper joined us, her bare footsteps moving lightly across the tiled floor. I wasn’t comfortable with her tagging along for the evening, but keeping up appearances was vital tonight. One girl at my side meant she might be something special to me. Three or more girls following me like pets told everyone I was a greedy and flashy fucker who only understood the language of sex and money. But two—now that was the sweet spot. Two girls gave the impression of control. Of a man who appreciated our lifestyle but maintained a balance between business and pleasure.

Piper’s white robe fanned along her legs. The sight of her nipples teased through the chiffon, her bare pussy guaranteed to tease the fuck out of all the men and women who would be present at the party. I didn’t care who saw her naked cunt or not, but when it came to my Hope, only I had access to the Heaven between her legs—which was why she got the thong, and not Piper.

As she stood in front of me, her eyes remained downcast, hands clutched in front of her. Poor thing, her ass was probably aching like a motherfucker right now, yet she was brave enough to stand before me as if nothing was wrong.

I inched closer, leaning down toward her. “Did the man tend to you?”

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