Page 165 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Still, I didn’t want to risk it and had banned the guys and me from messing with any women until the murders started to die down.

The thing is, they haven’t. This Butterfly Killer has killed six more people making their total around ten.

The guys are right, we can’t live like this forever. And at this point, I don’t even care if we get these girls killed. If it really is Roscoe, then I’ll give him the war he wants. I’m not going to run and hide.

Plus, it’s clear we need to start losing ourselves in women again. It’s the only thing that will keep us from that pull Nola has on us.

Leaving the three of them, I head up to the room that I stay in while I’m at Sylas’ place. I really should move in here like Wesley did. It makes sense. I’m hardly ever home. Mom and Dad travel a lot. There's no point in having to go back there for only a change of clothes.

Once I’m in the room, I take off my jacket, tossing it on the chair before pulling my shirt off.

I get rid of my pants and boxers next, before running a hot shower. Stepping under the spray, I close my eyes and let my mind replay tonight's events.

Nola’s sweet moans as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. The way she soaked my hand as she broke apart at my command. Her lust-filled eyes boring into mine, begging for more.

I wanted to lay her out on my bike and feast on that sweet cunt until she was sobbing for me to stop, only for me to keep going untilshe passed out from cumming over and over again all over my fucking face.

I wrap my hands around my cock, jerking myself with rough strokes until my knees threaten to buckle, and I’m cumming hard all over the shower wall. “Fuck!” I roar as my heart pounds, and my balls throb. Thick ropes of cum shoot free, and I don’t stop until every last drop is drained from my body.

I fucked up tonight. I let myself get too close to my biggest temptation. I won’t let that happen again.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

NOLA

“You can’t bemad at them forever,” Callie says as we walk down the path towards our first class of the day, coffees in hand.

“I can and I will,” I huff.

It’s been a few days since Jasper snatched me off the side of the road and drove me somewhere else, just so he could question me on where I’d gotten the audacity to tempt him into doing something he forbade himself from doing.

Fucking excuse me? It’s not like I forced any of them to lose their control over me. I can’t help it that fate is so strong that it’s pulling us together.

How the hell doesn’t he see by now we’re meant to be? “How stupid are boys?” I ask her. “Because at this point, I’m starting to question their intelligence. I’ve shown them so many times in person that I’m not the girl they’ve conjured up in their minds, yet they still continue to hold themselves back. They give in only to take it back. Like, stop fucking with my head!”

“Want me to kill them?” Callie asks, and for a second, I think she might be serious. My bestie has developed a love for murder just like me. I love that it’s another thing we can bond over.

“You won’t. You love them too much,” I huff.

“So do you,” she points out.

“I know,” I sigh. “That’s the problem!”

“Why don’t you just do the big reveal now?” Callie suggests.

“My list isn’t long enough. I only got a few names in before they started getting suspicious. I fucked up big time. I should have just written down their names and then buried their bodies. But noooo, I wanted to be like my dad and took the whole serial killer thing too seriously. This is what you get when you want too much, Callie. It’s not worth it.”

“Are you not enjoying it anymore?”

“I am. But also, not really? Sure, it’s nice to get revenge on thegirls who bullied me in the past. But I can’t add their names to the list. Four names isn’t impressive. They’re going to laugh at me.”

“So what if only four of the names are women they’ve hooked up with, you still killed like, what? Ten people in total? You’re trying to show them you can handle their lifestyle. I think murder, no matter who it is, is good enough. I’d still add those names to your list. You should be proud!”

“Maybe,” I mutter.

“I say tell them.” Callie shrugs. “They’ve already shown that they’re interested in you for who you are now. The list will just solidify that you’re perfect for them. I’m not condoning what they did, leading you on like that was fucked up. But I also think they’re just three men who are in love and couldn’t help themselves, then were reminded they need to protect you.”