Page 33 of Ruthless God

“No,” I whispered.

Something glowed in his eyes, something dark and sinister.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “This is mine, got me? Just as everything else. This pussy. Your perky tits. Your mouth.Mine.”

He practically growled the last word just as he bent down and licked up and down my slit from one end to the next.

I let out a small yell as I felt him, feeling everything in me wanting to hollow into itself and just give in to the raging pleasure.

“God!” I threw my head back, no longer caring about keeping my eyes on him.

“That’s right,principessa. I am your God. You will see no one, know no one but me. I will put you up on the altar and worship everything about you. I will own you in every way possible.”

He went back to eating me, his lips moving up and taking my swollen clit into his mouth. He nipped on it roughly, the sting of it, the very thing to blow me up into tiny bits, irrevocably damaging me beyond repair.

I wasn’tsure how long we stayed in bed, but by then, the sun was shining brightly and high up in the sky.

Massimo had his arms wrapped around me possessively, and there was just something about being held by another person so intimately that made me feel… strange.

How long had it been since I was held so tightly?

Perhaps when I was a child, when my father was still alive?

Or sometime after that, before Mom decided that she hated me? Perhaps she had held me then? I didn’t know.

We didn’t talk.

I looked out the window, not wanting anything to intrude on my little bubble with this man I didn’t know very well—a man I now called my husband.

A man I would be depending on for everything, including my very own insignificant survival in this world.

I shivered from the thought, and Massimo tightened his arms around me.

“We have to leave soon.”

I kept the small sigh that wanted to escape inside. I turned around to look at him and was struck once again by his savage beauty. I knew why people were afraid of him, but I wondered if anyone had ever looked at him and thought,This must be what a fallen angel looks like.

“What now?” I asked, moving my eyes back to meet his quickly before looking away. He tightened his arms around me once more, briefly this time, and caused my heart to stutter.

“Now we go home.”

“Home.”

Home wasn’t Chicago anymore. It had never felt like that anyhow. Even when my dad was alive. Home wasn’t Las Vegas though. I had never even stepped foot outside of Chicago. What would I know about being anywhere else?

I nodded when Massimo didn’t say anything. The look in his eyes said that’s what he wanted from me.

He pulled away, leaving me feeling cold all of a sudden. I shivered, and he glanced back at me strangely.

“It’ll be warmer in Las Vegas.”

I nodded. It wasn’t that cold in Chicago now. We were heading into spring, and sure, there might be the lingering of snow on the ground, but the weather hadn’t been as bad as it was a few weeks before.

I sat up and pulled the cover over my naked body, all the while trying not to look at Massimo so much. Like me, he was naked. But there was no shyness, no awkwardness about the man. He stood in the middle of the room, as confident as he would have been wearing one of those tailored suits that molded to his huge body perfectly. My eyes moved down to his cock on their own accord. I hadn’t been able to look at him clearly lastnight or earlier this morning, even as I hadfelthim, but now, in the morning light…

My chest tightened, and it felt like I wasn’t getting enough air into my lungs.

He was huge. And perhaps I was naïve not to know better, but I thought he was beautiful. Sculpted like Michelangelo’s statue, only… moreendowed.

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