Page 16 of Sincerely, Butterfly

The screams become louder, more broken and hopeless as he begs and begs for mercy. It’s unfortunate that mercy won’t be coming for him.

My body relaxes, and I melt into the pillows, placing the laptop on the bed next to me. Unable to take it any longer, I slide my hand under the waistband of my sleep shorts and find my pussy wet with need.

I moan when my fingers brush over my swollen clit. My knees fall open, and I adjust myself so that I can move my fingers freely, gliding them through my messy folds.

Sylas tosses his head back and laughs as blood flies through the air, hitting him in the face. He is a man unhinged, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

I whimper, thrusting two fingers inside me. Working myself over, I keep my eyes locked on the screen, hyper-focused on every single thing that is happening.

With every swing of Sylas' machete, every stab of Wesley’s knife, and every bang of Jasper’s gun, my thumb circles my clit as my fingers move in and out of me.

I’m so damn turned on, so worked up, it’s not even funny. It’s fucked up, totally sick in the head for me to be so excited by this fucked up, gruesome act. But I couldn’t care less.

The playlist is ongoing in the background, andWet Likeby Ashnikko and Cobrah starts to play. I laugh at how perfectly this song describes how I’m feeling right now.

The screams mingle with the music perfectly, creating the best soundtrack for this moment.

With every brush of my fingers, I push myself closer and closer to the edge. The release I’m craving is just out of reach.

More blood fills the screen as the screaming starts to die down. My hand is shaking, muscles straining to keep moving, frantically chasing my orgasm. I need it more than my next breath, need to cum, to relieve the pressure ready to burst. I want to shatter with the appreciation of what these three are doing in my honor.

Nothing is more attractive than your men brutally murdering someone for you, and you won’t convince me otherwise.

The coil of need inside of me winds tighter and tighter. Snapping my thighs shut tightly, I trap my hand and begin to grind myself against the heel of my palm, working my fingers in and out of me, coating them in my juices.

I slide my free hand under my shirt, grasping my breast and giving it a squeeze. Moaning, I pull at my nipples, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. It’s right there, so fucking close.

Sylas moves to stand behind Mr. Robinson and grabs a handful of the man's hair. He yanks his head back as Sylas’ lips curl into one of the most sadistic smiles I have ever seen. Then Sylas swiftly swipes the blade of the machete across Mr. Robinson’s throat.

Blood pours from the gash, ending the man’s life.

That image is what shoves me over the edge. My eyes squeeze shut as I bite down hard on my lip. My orgasm crashes over me, causing my body to lock up as I frantically grind against my hand, and euphoria fills my veins. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, adding to the ecstasy that is my climax.

I’ve hardly had the chance to calm my breathing when my bedroom door opens.

“Nola, honey, I’m doing a load of laundry, do you have any?—”

Pulling my hand out of my shirt, I quickly slam my laptop closed as I turn horror-filled eyes to my now-traumatized mother.

“Get out!” I shout.

“I’m so sorry, honey!” My mom’s hand covers her eyes as she backs out of my room and closes the door behind her. “You know,it’s perfectly normal to enjoy pornography, sweetie. Just maybe lock your door next time, okay?”

“Oh my god!” I groan, closing my eyes as I die of humiliation.

Pulling my hand free from my shorts, I stare at the sticky mess on my fingers and sigh.

Can’t a girl masturbate to a video of her boyfriends mutilating a man in peace?

CHAPTER

FOUR

NOLA

“It’s perfectly normal,sweetie. Every girl does it. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I love my mom, I really do. She’s one of the kindest, most loving people I’ve ever had the privilege to know.

But I’d really wish she would stop talking right now. Or maybe talk about anything other than this subject. And in front of my dad, no less! He’s the last person I’d want to know anything that involves me and sex.