Page 146 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I know I shouldn’t follow her. I should turn around and leave. She’s off limits. We’ll destroy her. We’ll be her downfall.

Turn around, Sylas. Walk away.

Only… I don’t. With a hard cock and a spike of jealousy running through me that I’m not fucking used to, I push my way into the woman’s bathroom.

Nola is standing at the sink, brushing and fixing her hair. Her eyes snap up to meet mine in the mirror.

I close the door, flicking the lock.

“What are you doing in here?” she asks. “This is thewoman'sbathroom.”

“You know, Nola.” I slowly prowl towards her. “I’d like to know where all this new attitude is coming from.”

She lowers the hairbrush, licking her lips. She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as I grow closer.

Her breathing starts to pick up from fear or arousal. Either will work for me.

She turns around, grabbing the sink behind her as she leans against it. “There’s no attitude.” Her voice is low. “I’m just not the girl you want to believe I am.”

“Oh yeah?” I raise a brow, closing the space between us. “How so?”

“You think I’m sweet,” she whispers.

“Are you not?” I place both hands on either side of her on the sink, trapping her in place.

“N-no,” she breathes, her pupils dilating.

Huh. So, it’s not fear making her heart beat faster. Interesting.

We’ve always known that Nola has a little crush on us. It was obvious with how flustered she would get around us, while having a sharp tongue with some of the assholes she went to school with.

Nola might have been the kind of person who kept to herself, but when she needed to, she would stick up for herself.

But with us, it was different.

Still, her crush was nothing to us because that's all it was. A sweet little schoolgirl crush. If she knew the kind of monsters we really were, she’d have feared us, not wanted us.

Even knowing that, it doesn’t stop me from pushing.

When she grew bold at the Halloween party, it sparked something inside me.

Right now, I don’t know if that was for the worse or the better.

“Tell me, Nola,” I start, moving my knee and sliding it between her legs. It brushes against her core, making her suck in a sharp breath. I chuckle, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “What are you then?”

I cock my head to the side, moving my knee again.

Her eyes flutter closed as she bites her lip. She looks so fucking gorgeous. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing labored.

I lean in, bringing my lips to her ear. “If you’re not sweet, does that mean you’re bad?” I murmur, loving how she shivers at my touch.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I move my knee again, back and forth along her pussy.

“Show me then, Lola Girl.” I brush my lip along the shell of her ear. She sucks in a gasp, her hips beginning to move like they have a mind of their own as she rocks against my thigh. “Show me how naughty you can be.”

I might not be allowed to fuck anyone right now, and I’m sure as hell not allowed to fuck Nola, but if it’s her riding my knee like a needy little whore, does it count as me touching her?