Page 42 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

I sneak up behind her while she drags the stretchy spandex up concealing the luscious curves, I want to sink my teeth into.

My hands land on hers when she pulls them up high on her waist. She doesn’t make a move to stop me, so I ghost my fingers over her hands then across the top of the waist band, getting her to suck in a staggered breath.

A smile grows across my face as I run my hands slowly, moving over her shirt placing them on her hips.

Alley stays frozen while I sensually explore her curves on my way up to the top button.

Using her still stunned state to my advantage, I start unbuttoning the shirt she is wearing.

It makes her smell like Baron and I’m not a fan of his scent on her right now.

I unbutton the last one, letting the shirt partly open. Teasingly, using my fingers to go down the swells of her beasts, past her rib cage, her scarred belly button and stop at the top of her leggings, sliding my finger back and forth.

“Oh Butterfly, you have no clue how sick I am, but trust me,” I whisper, my tone dripping with promise. “You will be begging for my type of sickness when I am done with you.”

Her lips part as my hand dives underneath the spandex to cup her cunt through the underwear I so wished she wasn’t wearing.

Alley gasps in surprise but makes no move to remove my hand or stop me.

She is so fucking warm, which is a contradiction to the coolness of the slightly damp fabric.

I start to rub her through the flimsy cotton making her gasps turn into quiet whimpers.

Using my free hand, I fist her hair and yank it.

She lets out a yelp as her head collides with my chest. Swiftly leaning down, I quiet her as I latch my mouth to hers.

She groans when my tongue tangles with hers, while pushing the damp material to the side and pinch her clit.

Her moan vibrates throughout me. Every fiber of my being, and Nik’s, are screaming to just rip these clothes off and fuck here right here right now.

Kissing was never appealing to either of us for obvious reasons, but the irresistible urge to keep my lips glued to hers is too hard to resist. I can taste her soul as I devour her, bringing the light back to my blackened tattered one.

The way Alley melts into me while I am consuming her is something I have never had before.

Since my birth, so to speak, I have been Nik’s black Butterfly.

His shadow, the darkness that protects his broken pieces.

I was born after the death of his kindness and now I guide him and make him stronger.

I am death reborn. Alley is my red Butterfly.

The one that is full of life, passion, resilience, and of course beauty.

With the added side of violence and anger, like a vengeful fallen angel.

A perfect blend of life and death forever in a cycle.

Like I said, she is a damn addiction, which we have no issue being the addict. Though if I don’t end this, we will not be leaving this room, but we need to. I have two idiots I need to torture.

Reluctantly, I slowly remove my hand from her pussy and release her hair but grab the collar on the shirt. I push her forward and rip the shirt off as she falls.

Impulsivity one, being nice zero.

“Wear this one.” I fist the back of mine and pull it over my head, throwing it at her.

“Nik.” Vaughn tries to stop me.

“Get her downstairs and in one of the vehicles. Get the two guys Baron uses to follow her to come with us. This is not up for debate, Vaughn.”

I storm out and head to my room for a new shirt and to wash her scent off my hand. Fuck, it’s intoxicating.

By the time I get to the blacked-out SUV, Alley is already in the back seat wearing her leggings and a hoodie. My shirt better be under that hoodie, if not there will be consequences. I hop in the back with her and hand my phone to Eagle. I don’t acknowledge the driver, Shadow, though.

I know it’s more than childish, but I couldn’t care less.

He deserves to have his balls in a vice right now.

Don’t get me wrong, the more the puzzle pieces fall into place the more I get fucking pissed at Eagle too.

Shadow just gets the brunt of my irritation because of who he is, even if he doesn’t remember.

I would have figured it out a lot sooner, if he wasn’t constantly wearing that fucking mask.

Fucker only takes it off around Baron, and I know damn well Vaughn, Carson, and Gunner don’t remember him, but they do remember Eagle.

So, probably it’s a good thing Eagle keeps his mask on, especially around G. But I’ll digress.

“It’s a two-hour drive,” I say, looking at Alley. “I expect you to be on your best behavior there and back.”

She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms over her chest, and looks out the window. She decides that answering me is below her today, apparently. This girl seriously knows how to push every fucking button.

I take what I said back, she is more than childish, and I am a fucking upstanding adult.

You both are pretty childish, Caine.

“Butterfly, is that a yes?”

“It’s a whatever, Pretty Boy,” she mumbles.

“I don’t like that nickname,” I bite.

“And I don’t like Butterfly or Little Minx, so it looks like we are both S.O.L.”

I hate her attitude the majority of the time.

I don’t like disobedience, and she is the personification of it.

Again, I do have a slight brat kink, but she takes it above and beyond.

I try to keep myself calm. With what I have seen, I don’t think she notices that she does it half the time, or if she does, she can’t stop it.

Have I listened to her session recordings over the past week?

Abso-fucking-lutely I have. Baron let me, so don’t think I broke any of these stupid rules.

The recordings are entertaining because I can always hear his faint, irritated sigh when she doesn’t talk to him.

He has never been a fan of the silent treatment so allowing her to continue to give him one is entertaining to listen to.

Plus, he mumbles under his breath, and that alone is gold.

My favorites are when she paces, talking to herself.

I like that she has voices that talk to her like I talk to Nik.

You do realize that her voices are different from yours, right?

Baron told us about the voices after her time in solitary.

Gunner chimed in saying she has done that since he first met her.

Apparently, when she stayed with the lucky prick for a straight two weeks, eight years ago, he would catch her mumbling to herself and gesturing with her hands.

He said that he would pretend to sleep just to watch her.

Baron said it’s a condition of her bipolar disorder.

It could get worse because she hasn’t had her medication since she has been here.

So I can give her a pass sometimes on her outbursts.

“Alley, come sit,” I command, pointing to the spot next to me.

“So, I am going from a Butterfly to a dog?”

“Well, you are certainly being a bitch,” I chuckle.

A large, firm but soft object hits the side of my head.

Did she fucking throw her shoe at me?!

Instead of yanking her by her hair and forcing my cock down her throat, I roll down the window. The breeze is nice and gives me much-needed fresh air. Taking a few deep breaths, I calm my racing heart.

See self-control.

She lifts both feet on the seat but accidentally kicks my leg in the process. With my annoyance cranking from low to high, I aggressively pluck off her other one. I pick up the flip-flop that she threw at me and bunch them both in one hand. Strangling the stupid things.

“Can I have them back,” she asks.

I go to place them in her hand but then pause. I look her in the eye while tossing the fucking things out the window and roll it up. It’s two less weapons for her to have. Maybe my self-control isn’t totally there.

“You’re a fucking child,” she yells.

“This coming from the one who threw the shoe and then kicked me.”

“I hate you!” She glares at me.

With that, I grab her and plop her on my lap.

She yelps and tries to scurry back to her side, but naturally I can’t let that happen.

So, I grab both her inner thighs and push her back on my lap.

Spreading them, I let her short legs dangle on each side of my muscular thighs.

She gasps when I pin her to my chest with one arm wrapping around the bend of her elbows.

She tries to swing her head back in an attempt to get free.

My anger flares as I dodge out of the way.

In retaliation, I bite her neck hard enough to make it instantly bruise.

She screams out, but I don’t stop, I just bite harder.

She starts to curse me with every word in the dictionary, the tone of her voice both angry and pained.

Good!

I finally let go of the now swollen, bruised skin. Alley halts her struggle.

“Are you going to stop,” I ask.

“Fuck you,” she sniffs.

“That is a great idea.”

With my free hand, I dip underneath the waistband of her leggings and start to rub her again over her underwear that has gone from damp to wet.

“Nik don’t.” She sounds breathless.

“Not going to happen and you know that.”

“Nik, don’t,” she repeats as her eyes dart from me to the two in the front.

“They have already heard and seen you cum, Butterfly.” I shrug.

They have also made her cum. The thought of them fucking her is not something I can stomach, right now. I think if I saw that, I would lose it on both of them, but again, I digress.

“Nik, you don’t understand. Please.”

“The more you beg, the harder I get. So it’s your choice how this goes. I fuck you with my fingers and they watch you cum again or you remove those leggings, flip around, then ride me like a good girl.”

“I…”

“You have till three to make your decision. If you don’t, I will do both.”

“Nik.”

“One..”

“Nikolas…”

“Two.”