Page 216 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Yes.”

“Beg me then.”

“Please, Wesley. Let me cum.”

“What do I get if I do?” I let my hand slide up her body, stopping at her throat. She gasps when I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze.

Her eyes widen, my grip much harder than Sylas’.

She lets out a choking sound, her movements slowing.

“Anything you want,” she rasps out, struggling to speak.

“Mhmm,” I hum, loving the panicked look in her eyes. She’s scared, but the way her cunt is gripping my cock lets me know my little freak is also turned on.

I chuckle darkly, loving just how twisted she is.

“Your life.” I cock my head to the side. “I want to own you, Nola. I want your soul.”

“It’s yours,” she breathes out. “All of it. You can have it.”

My voice dips low, almost to a whisper. Yanking her forward, I bring her lips to mine, moving against each other as I speak. “Would you let me kill you?”

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.

Something about her so freely giving her life over to me has me wanting to do the complete opposite. I don’t want to kill her, but knowing I could, knowing she’dletme, is fucking powerful.

With a savage growl, I crash my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moans like a fucking porn star as I loosen my grip. “Now,” I snarl before kissing her again.

Nola screams into the kiss as her orgasm crashes into her. I swallow her sobs and whimpers, her pussy gripping me like a vise as she cums hard on my cock.

Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down hard enough to taste her blood. The coppery liquid hits my tongue, making me roar as I cum hard inside her. My cock jerks violently as I fill her with me, marking her cunt as mine.

“You still haven’t answered his question.” Jasper’s voice breaks through my high, making me groan.

Nola sits back, her eyes glazed, lip bleeding. The grin she gives me makes me chuckle as she licks her lip. This girl. This fucking girl. She’s absolutely, diabolically exquisite.

“Go see Jasper.” I tap her thigh. “Tell him everything.”

JASPER

Nola climbs off Wesley’s lap, her legs shaking like a newborn baby deer. She just fucked two of my best friends. Now she walks over and gets on her fucking knees in front of me like she can’t get enough of our cocks.

I lean back in my chair, watching her like she’s the most fucking stunning creature I’ve ever seen.

I love this girl. I have for years. I spent so much fucking time believing I’d never be able to have her, afraid of breaking her, poisoning her with our darkness.

And all this time, she’s even more fucked up than we are.

Our little queen of darkness.

I’m still a little guarded. So far, she’s shown she can handle us, but I’m not fully convinced.

Yes, she has a thirst for blood and can kill someone without even blinking an eye.

But taking a life, inflicting pain on another person, isn't the same as someone inflicting pain onto you.

Nola has some sick obsession with us. But obsession isn’t loyalty.