Page 119 of Sincerely, Butterfly

The laugh that leaves him is evil. “You like that? Fuck. You’re such a fucking sick little bitch.”

I’ve never heard Jasper talk like this before. I’d expect it from Sylas, expect it from Welsey, but him?

I know he can be cruel and rough, I’ve felt it for myself, and I’ve seen it with other girls.

But right now, the look in his eyes is purely animalistic.

His hand shifts, pressing against my nose.

My eyes widen as fear springs through me. I try to breathe, but I can’t. My heart starts to race, and I sob against his hand.

His lips curve into a malicious grin. “That's it,” he chuckles, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “That's what I wanted. Your fear,” he groans. “So fucking intoxicating. You shouldn’t have come here,” he snarls.

My eyes start to flutter closed, my head pounding as I start to pass out.

“Not so fast,” he grunts, his hand shifting again, freeing my nose.

My nostrils flare, desperately trying to get air inside my lungs.

“Look at you.” His eyes roam all over my face. “So fucking perfect. Cum for me, Lotus Flower. I wanna hear you scream.”

He angles his hips in just the right way, hitting my sweet spot. My eyes roll back as an orgasm slams into me out of nowhere.

I scream against his palm, my body shaking beneath him as I shatter for him.

His thrusts grow choppier, more burning, and then he’s gripping my face with his hand, resting his head against his hand as his body tenses up, and his cock throbs inside me.

“Fuck!” he growls, chest heaving with every breath he takes.

Jet after jet of cum shoots out, filling me up, mixing with Sylas’ release. I wish I could see the look on his face. To see the pleasure I’m causing him.

My body sags into the couch, head growing fuzzy. I’m about to pass out when I’m being pulled out from under Jasper.

I’m able to breathe properly again, taking in lungfuls of air. I drop to the ground hard, chest heaving, mind spinning. I have no idea what the hell is going on until my eyes come into focus to find Wesley on top of me, pinning me to the ground.

“What do we have here?” His wicked grin has a wave of need flushing through me. I’m not sure if I can handle any more. Should I beg him to let me go?

No. I’d never willingly leave any of them. I’d never ask them to stop, no matter how much it hurt. My life is theirs to do with as they please. I just have to trust that even though they want to use me, to hurt me, to make me beg for their mercy, that they would never actually hurt me.

That they could kill me, but choose not to.

“I’ve caught myself a scared Little Rabbit,” he chuckles. “What a pleasant surprise. You’re the last person I’d ever expected to be here.” He leans up, settling on his knees.

I lay there, my breasts rising and falling quickly as I continue to try to settle my breathing. My heart, on the other hand, has no chance of slowing anytime soon.

A rush of want floods my system, and I lie there, letting my legs fall open for him.

He laughs curtly. “You really are a dirty little whore.” He starts to undo his pants. “A fucking slut, lying there with your legs open, cum dripping from your greedy little cunt. You let them fuck you, and now you're horny for my cock, aren’t you?” he laughs, shoving his boxers and jeans down. He leansforward, kicking his pants off, bringing his face an inch away from mine.

“Tell me, Little Rabbit. How long have you been this filthy little slut?”

“I’ve always been this way.” I breathe. “You’ve just never taken the time to see it.”

He growls with a sneer before lowering his head and biting down on my nipple.

I toss my head back with a scream, blinding pain bursting through me. He shoves my knees up, practically folding me in half, and then he’s thrusting inside me.

My hands claw at his back, sobs and whimpers filling the room as he snarls against my breast, his teeth still latched on my nipple as he starts to pound into me.