Page 214 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Go on,” I tell him.

His nostrils flare, but he looks back to Nola. “And how do you propose we do that? There’s no evidence to pin this on anyone but you.”

“There’s no… evidence it’s m-me,” she sputters, trying to focus. “My dad made sure of it.”

“I’m sure if they searched the cameras, they would be able to find something. Seeing as how they haven’t done that, you’re safe. But if we want to shift the blame to someone else, then there is going to have to be some kind of proof. The only people these murders could be pinned on other than you are the three of us, seeing as how you primarily killed girls we came into contact with.”

“I regret nothing.” She arches her back, letting out a sweet moan. “Please,” she begs.

“Please, what, my pretty little butterfly?”

“Let me cum,” she pants.

“Not until you give our boy here a solution to our problem.” I bite down hard on her shoulder, thrusting into her, and working her clit faster.

She’s shaking, her pussy fluttering around my cock with every brush of my fingers.

She’s close, I can feel it. She’s fucking soaking my jeans with her juices, her body writhing against me.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, Lola Girl,” I purr softly into her ear before sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I bite down hard, loving her cry of pain.

I ease the pain away with more pleasure as I pluck at her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.

“Pick someone. Anyone you want to put in jail, or get out of your way.” Gripping her hips, I slide her up and down on my shaft, forcing myself deep inside her and hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

“What about Roscoe?” Wesley asks. “I know you’d love to see him crash and burn.”

“Of course, I would. But like I said, there’s no evidence. We can't just decide he’s going to take the blame. There’s no cause, there's no reason for anyone to think it’s him.”

“So we give them a reason to think it is,” Nola gasps out, her nails digging into my arms. The pain makes me growl as I work her faster.

I need to cum, but I want this figured out before either of us get our release.

The hand on her hip moves up to cup her throat. I wrap my fingers around it, squeezing tightly, pulling her back onto my chest. “Tell us, Lola Girl. How are we going to do that?”

“Me,” she sobs out. “Me. I’ll stalk him, I’ll find out the girls he’s sleeping with, and I’ll kill them just like I did with the girls you touched.”

My eyes flick over to Jasper and Wesley. They look intrigued,and so am I.

“I’ll leave my calling card, shift the focus over in his direction. Leave a few bodies, and when it’s time, we’ll plant all the evidence the cops will need to arrest him.”

A slow grin curves over my lips as Jasper sits back in his chair. He’s considering what she’s laid out for us, and honestly, I think it could work.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl, tightening my grip on her throat. “Now cum on my fucking cock so I can fill this greedy little cunt with my cum.”

“Sylas!” she screams, her pussy clamping down around me as she shatters into pieces for me. Her body shakes in my hold, whimpers and gasps, leaving her lips as an orgasm crashes into her.

The grip her cunt has on me is too much. Her sweet cries of pleasure have me following her over the edge.

Biting down hard on her shoulder, my teeth break skin as my body tenses. Holding her down so that my cock is deep as it can be, I unleash inside her. My cock pluses, jet after jet of cum shooting out and filling her up, coating her inner walls until I can feel it leaking where we’re joined together.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, my breathing choppy as I sink back onto the couch.

“That's one thing taken care of,” Wesley says. “Now, wanna tell us how you got that cut on your thigh, Little Rabbit?”

Nola laughs nervously, her own breathing uneven. “About that…”

Something tells me there’s a lot we’re about to find out about our girl.