Page 7 of Cruel God

“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you want to know.”

Hope let out a breath and she visibly relaxed. With a jerk I forced her to face me, and I licked my lips while staring at her mouth, the memory of what she tasted like prickling my taste buds. My gaze drifted up her beautiful face to meet her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to.”

“Rex—”

Abruptly I tightened my grip, my fingers biting into her cheeks, puckering her lips together. I brought my face inches from hers, practically feeling the menace leak from my pores. “What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice quivered. Her chest rapidly rising and falling with every labored breath. “I’m sorry, master.”

I loosened my grip just a little. “That’s better. Now, you know that inside this room I’m everything, and you’re nothing. In here, no matter what the fuck the circumstances are, I’m your goddamn king. Say you understand that, Butterfly.”

She nodded, but I wasn’t convinced.

“Say it!”

“Yes, master. I understand.” Her body shook and her eyes flashed with fear. But I knew her. I knew her body and the subtle signs that told me what she wanted. What she was thinking. After all, she was mine. She belonged to me. Her body, her mind and her fucking soul all belonged to me. I deserved that much after what I did for her, after what I did for us to be together.

“Good.” I dropped my hand from her chin to her chest and then softly palmed her breast. “Now, forget about your big brother, and show me how much you missed me.”

I moved and slammed my lips against hers, kissing her hard and heady. The ache for her was just too damn much, and whenever I needed her as much as I did now, I lost all control. The animal inside me would take over and there was no stopping me from taking what I needed from her.

My tongue swept through her mouth, her sweet taste tempting the monster—the demon I had co-existed with for as long as I could remember. At first, I had tried hard not to give in to the darkness, but after a while I knew it was no use fighting it. It was a part of me. It’s who I was. Darkness. The devil.

Our kiss deepened, and it was when her tongue danced with mine, her soft moans vibrating through my mouth that I lost the last shred of control I had clung to.

I pushed both my hands underneath her ass and lifted her up, digging my fingers into her skin. Her arms wrapped around my neck while her mouth never parted from mine, and I was completely consumed by her, and my need to possess her.

She weaved her fingers through my hair and matched my hard, greedy kisses with her sensual lips and sweet taste of sex and sin. I loved this part. The part where our desire for each other became a battle between us, and it would morph into a war I’d always win.

With a last sweep of my tongue through her mouth I tore my lips from hers and threw her on the bed with the kind of force that made her body bounce on the mattress.

While we had our eyes etched on each other, I pulled my jacket off my shoulders, throwing it across the room. I kept my eyes on her face, watched as she bit her lower lip like a hungry little pet waiting to be fed. It was the best sense of power knowing that she craved my body like she needed what I had to give as much as she needed her next breath.

Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt, dragging it out, wanting to see the lust consume her. I loved driving her to the brink of insanity, letting her crave it for as long as fucking possible. It only made the release so much more powerful.

Anticipation. It intensified everything.

“Spread your legs for me, Butterfly.” I tossed my shirt to the floor, demanding her obedience with a single glance. She obeyed just like I knew she would, and opened her legs wide so I could see the beautiful, glistening paradise that belonged solely to me.

As I started to unzip my pants, I slanted my head to the side. “So how does my little pet want to be fucked today?”

My cock jerked free as I pushed my pants down. “Does my Butterfly want it slow?”

She shook her head as her gaze swept across my body, her eyes focused as she stared at the ink engraved into my flesh. My entire upper body was covered in tattoos, and I knew it turned her on. She relished in the fact that I was addicted to the adrenaline that surged through my veins whenever I experienced pain. We weren’t that different. We both craved pain—whether inflicting it or feeling it.

Her eyes fell on the new art I had added to my collection of tattoos. I gazed down at my chest, and then back at her. “I thought you’d like something new.”

“Music symbols,” she remarked, completely entranced as she got onto her knees in front of me. Her gaze was etched on the new symbols tattooed on my right pectoral, and her fingertips softly touched the treble clef. “It’s beautiful.” The way her fingers brushed against my skin, moving from the treble clef to the bass clef—it felt like her touch burned and eased me at the same time. Like bad medicine that left a bitter taste in the mouth but heals from the inside, where it matters the most. Softly, gently her fingertips moved up from where I knew the row of beam notes had been inked onto the skin of my collarbone, to the quaver and semiquaver on my neck.

Jesus Christ, how was it possible that one woman’s touch could make me want so many different things at once? I wanted to lose myself and surrender to the sensations currently fighting for equal rights to consume my entire body; yet it made me want to tear my own fucking skin off and show her the true monster which we both knew I kept caged.

Her Bambi eyes looked up at me, her fingertips still on my neck. “Why music?”

Fuck. Her voice was so soft, so sensual, I was sure I could feel it stroke across my skin.

I placed my hand on hers and pulled it from my neck as I continued to look her in the eye. “Because in Heaven, Lucifer was the angel of music.”

Her cheeks turned a pale pink, her eyes remaining soft even after I had just referred to myself as the fucking devil.

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