Page 160 of Sincerely, Butterfly

And there it goes, any resemblance of control I had just… vanishes.

In three long strides, I’m in front of her. My hand snaps out, wrapping around her neck.

Her eyes grow wide in fear, and I hate how much it turns me on.

Her pretty pink lips part in shock as I bring my face within an inch of hers.

“You don’t know what you're talking about.” My words come out low and controlled when inside, I’m anything but. “You’re a little brat, Nola. A fucking tease. You get off tempting us, but you have no fucking idea who you’re messing with.”

“Then show me,” her words come out as a choked gasp.

I grind my teeth together, shaking my head. “You don’t want that.”

“Show me.”

My hand tightens around her throat, my chest heaving with anger.

“You need to stop pushing, Nola,” I growl in her face.

“Stop what?” she asks, sucking in a breath.

I know she’s struggling to breathe, but she doesn’t ask me to release her. And for some reason, that pisses me off more.

“You’re playing with fire. You don’t know what you're asking for.”

“I. Do,” she manages to get out, but it’s barely more than a whisper.

I know I should let go of her, tell her to get on the fucking bike and take her home.

But I don’t.

Instead, I force her backwards. She trips over her own feet, but I don’t stop until she’s pressed against my bike.

“You want this?” I ask her, my movements frantic and jerky as I work the buttons of her shorts open with my free hand. “Are you that fucking desperate for me, Nola?”

“Yes,” she moans.She fucking moans!

I wiggle my hand down the front of her shorts until I’m cupping her pussy, pausing when I feel it. Her wetness has soaked through her panties.

My eyes widen in shock as my gaze finds hers again. Then I see it. Her blush is back, bright under the moonlight.

I let out a deprecating laugh. “You’re fucking drenched,” I accuse. I rip my hand away from her, just so I can quickly hook my thumbs into her shorts and panties to shove them over her hips and down her lush thighs. Before she even has time to blink, one hand is back around her throat while I slide the fingers of my otherhand back between her wet folds, groaning as two of them easily glide right inside her.

She lets out the sweetest whimper, her pussy gripping my fingers like they’re trying to suck me inside her body.

“Since when did you become such a needy little slut, Nola?” I hum as I begin pumping my fingers in and out of her.

Seeing her like this, at my fucking mercy with her juices dripping down my fingers, has me tempted to just say ‘fuck it all’ and claim her right here, right fucking now.

Despite the fact that I have my hand wrapped around her throat, she fucking melts into my touch.

I don’t know what to make of this situation.

This isn’t the Nola I’ve known for so long. I hate how she’s changed because it just makes it so much harder to keep my hands off her.

Clearly, I’m failing immensely.

With every stroke of my fingers, I feel her growing wetter, her body starting to tremble.