Page 92 of Indecent Lies

For a while they would have each other again.

And then go their separate ways like always as if they didn’t know each other.

Roux back to her MC.

And Butcher to theSouls.

He was in love with a rival MC princess who he almost died over once upon a crazy time.

The thing was, Butcher knew, he’d die a thousand times again and again for Roux.

No question about it.

His downfall tasted like honeycomb and magic.

And he was going to consume her.

Just for a while.

* * *

Poppy was masturbating.

The walls were thin and the bedroom door was partially open and she was rubbing one out for him to hear her little moans and whimpers until they clawed across the floor and joined him on the couch to torture him.

He’d put Poppy to bed, with some difficulty after she almost climbed him.

He’d tucked her in, told her to sleep off the drug’s effects.

With his cock hard, sweat on his face, he’d fallen on the sofa with a sigh.

All he wanted to do was flatten her to the bed and suck all her aches away, make her feelgood, but there was no way he’d take advantage of her.

Please, Tait. I need you.

Fuck. That killed him.

He wanted to be what she needed.

It rushed through him like a speeding bullet.

But not like this.

Now he was forced to listen to her getting herself off because he wouldn’t.

Scraping both hands down his face he thought about getting out of the apartment, but he wouldn’t leave her.

The whimpers increased and he heard his name.

She was saying his name.

It completely flatlined him and before he could do another thing, he knifed off the couch and stalked to the bedroom, not stopping until he pushed the door open and he stood there, the light behind him casting shadows on the darkened wall, seeing her beneath the covers, moaning with her neck arched back was his undoing.

Knowing what her hand was up to beneath the covers was his wrecking.

“Poppy.” He grunted and her eyes pinged open.

She didn’t stop.