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CHAPTER 19

W ilder

My perfect butterfly was toying with as well as craving corruption.

Yet I could still smell her apprehension.

I longed to feed off her fear. I craved driving my cock so deeply inside her tight pussy she was forced to scream out my name.

Everything about her was perfect.

Perfect for me.

That’s why her pulse was ticking insistently in her throat and why she continually balled her fists. She was fighting with herself, the inner turmoil disrupting her train of thought.

In the passing light of every sign and overhead light, I’d taken glimpses at her, watching as she’d slowly begun to slip into the same powerful desire that we’d felt the night we’d met.

Our needs had been as uncontrollable then as they felt right now.

I also felt a different kind of hunger. I longed for the taste of blood, watching as the light faded from David’s eyes. The fucker hadn’t listened to my warning, something I rarely did. I’d offered it to him as a courtesy and he’d defied me.

In my mind, that was worse than betrayal.

The sick monster would meet his maker. That had been decided.

He hadn’t deserved to breathe the same air as my little butterfly. But he’d learn. When he took his last dying breath, he’d realized the error of his ways.

My cock was completely engorged, tenting my trousers, the feeling entirely uncomfortable.

Her breathing was shallow, more so than before we’d left. I simply couldn’t wait any longer to taste her.

When I pulled into a darkened parking lot, she only tilted her head in my direction. There were such questions she longed to ask, but she feared the answers. Perhaps the electric energy pulsing through the car was the reason. She felt it too. There was no denying our chemistry or our connection.

“You’re a difficult man to understand,” she whispered.

“Not so difficult, Lady Butterfly. I’m simply a masculine representation of yourself.”

As soon as I’d cut off the engine, lifting the tilted steering wheel, I was pleasantly surprised when she placed her hand on my thigh. Her touch felt different tonight, my blood instantly on fire. There was no need for additional words, no thought of people being able to watch our sinful activity.

In truth, I didn’t give a shit if they did.

I turned my head slowly, studying her face. There was just enough light from the overhead sign to illuminate her wide-open eyes, the sheer indulgence of need swimming through them. Even the way she’d pursed her lips was a telling statement of her increased hunger.

A growl surfaced from my throat as I wrapped my hand around the back of her head, fisting a handful of her hair. “Fuck. I want you.”

The hesitation within her mind was short lived.

“Then take me. Just fuck me.” She closed her eyes briefly, allowing a deep breath to escape.

She likely had no idea what her demand did to me. When she moaned, I devoured the soft echo of her lilting voice as it echoed.

I jerked her forward, capturing her mouth with mine. Maybe this was everything I’d wanted and for longer than I wanted to admit. Maybe in a way she could be my salvation.

I thrust my tongue inside, pushing roughly past her lips in just the way she craved. She tasted of wine and desire, a palpable combination that dragged out the beast inside of me. I’d wanted to seduce her, not take her like an animal, but we were both wild from the yet to be satisfied hunger.

She moaned into the kiss as she rubbed the palms of her hands up my chest to my shoulders. When she curled the fingers of one hand around my strands of hair, I jerked on hers as a reminder she would play by my rules.

My cock throbbed painfully against my trousers, and my mind was filled with visions of filthy things I wanted to do with her. Sinful things. Things that others would find reprehensible.

But with her everything seemed normal, intended, and spectacular.

I wasn’t shocked when she crawled into my lap, straddling my legs. Her dress bunched up around her thighs and I rolled my hand down her back, marveling in the feel of her heated skin.

She was perfect in every way.

With my dick pressed against her damp thong, she grinded against me. There was no doubt what she longed for and what she needed from me.

When I broke the kiss, she threw back her head, allowing me to hear the throaty sounds as she whimpered.

But when she called out my name, I lost all sense of control.

“Wilder. Dear God. Just fuck me.”

I eased my hand under the back of her dress, wrapping two fingers around the thin edge of her thong. When I snapped my hand, she laughed instead of gasping, once again shifting her hips back and forth in a playful moment of seduction.

Her eyes were closed and the second I bit her neck, she stopped moving altogether. It was as if the heat between us had just shifted to a different level, one so powerful we could both easily be lost in the haze. The taste of her skin was amazing, the feeling of utter power over her something I rarely experienced.

I pulled back before breaking her skin, but a mark had been created.

My mark.

Cassandra pushed herself back enough so she could toy with me. Using just a single finger, she rolled the tip back and forth across the seam of my mouth. Her lips were twisted, her expression one of sinful evil.

She was offering herself to me differently than she had before. The first time had been all about surprise and innocence mixed with arousal. The night in the forest would have been full surrender, feeding into her primal needs in a way she’d never done before. This was a combination, an acknowledgement of her dark cravings while still able to keep her sanity intact.

I longed to exploit every aspect of her urges and would. However, I’d need to be careful. She could still be considered an enemy.

Yes, I wanted to break her as I consumed every inch, but I reminded myself she was still fragile, yet to accept the fantasies churning in her mind. Accepting a monster into her life was something else altogether.

She raked her fingernail from one side of my jaw to the other, laughing spontaneously when I snapped my lips around her long finger. Her chest rose and fell as she watched me sucking.

There was so much excitement on her face, the explosive heat erupting so tremendous the windows were quickly fogging. Perhaps I should drag her outside to fuck her on the hood of my car.

That would wait until later. It would seem the lady was too hungry to wait even for a few seconds.

She slid back on my knees until the steering wheel pinned her in. With a gleam in her eyes, she reached for my belt, slowing her movement as she unfastened it.

After unbuckling, she took a few seconds to rub her fingers back and forth across the thick leather. “You’re fascinated with my belt. How interesting. What are you thinking?”

“I was wondering what it felt like to be spanked with a strap.”

I laughed softly. “If you’re a bad girl, perhaps you’ll find out.”

She tugged on my button and zipper, lifting her eyes to mine. “Maybe I’m always a little bad.” I’ll be damned if she didn’t drag the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

As she rose onto her knees, I rolled both hands under her dress, yanking it off completely.

“Oh, you are so evil.” Her exclamation was followed with a laugh as she glanced around, uncertain the fogged windows would provide any protection from any onlookers.

“They can look, but they can’t touch,” I told her.

While she was still on her knees, I cupped her bottom. When I squeezed both cheeks, she issued a raspy sound.

While the angle was off, I managed to crack my palm against her buttocks.

Her body stiffened, but the scent of her desire was even stronger. I repeated the action several times, the harsh sound accentuated by her soft moans.

Perhaps she was the light to my darkness.

Or was it the other way around?

She licked her lips once again before wrapping her hand around my shaft, pumping up and down several times.

I threw one arm over the back of the seat, gripping her hip with the other. As my fingers dug into her soft flesh, I did nothing more than watch the way she was looking at me. Her lips remained pursed, her eyes now half closed. She was enjoying herself more than she’d likely told herself possible.

So I allowed her to play.

Why not?

As of tonight, she belonged to me.

The thought wasn’t startling, nor was it earth shattering. It was simply the truth that had stared me in the face the moment she’d climbed into my car all those months ago.

Only I’d been too stubborn to acknowledge it.

Shame on me.

She did enjoy teasing me, first twisting her hand around the base, moving up to my cockhead ever so slowly. The friction was delicious. When she rolled the tip back and forth across her slickened pussy, I was tempted to end my restraint.

But I didn’t.

I wanted to see how far she’d go and how comfortable she’d become.

Every sound she made was deeper and huskier and every few seconds she licked her lips.

When she’d finally had enough of clear temptation, she sat down on my cock. Not easily by taking it in an inch at a time but slamming her thighs against mine.

Her moan was louder than before and we both laughed when she stopped it short.

As if anyone could hear us.

She gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging in as she rose almost all the way off my shaft before driving herself down again.

My cock filled her, her muscles struggling to widen from the huge girth.

And damn if it didn’t feel incredible.

I was slowly losing control as she rode me, her body undulating in the most provocative way.

A slight fog had shifted over my vision. It was telling me this wouldn’t be enough, but I’d need to be patient. I’d take her in every way once we were behind closed doors.

She pumped me long and hard, her eyes never leaving mine. I could tell she was almost at the point of losing control as well. The thought was heady, bringing me to the point of filling her with my seed.

But I waited.

I allowed her a few more moments of enjoying the sinful act. When she slowed her actions, I sensed she was coming close to experiencing the throes of our passion.

As soon as I gripped her other hip, she brushed her hand down the side of her neck, swirling the tip of her finger around her taut nipple. Did she know what she was doing to me? Did she have any idea how close I was to losing my load deep inside?

Both her nipples were hard, so much so all I could think about was sucking on one then the other.

When I lifted her higher so only the tip of my cock remained inside, she laughed nervously. But the moment I brought her down again with a rough pull, arching her back so I was able to pull a tender bud into my mouth, I was rewarded with a series of dark and rich whimpers.

My blood pumped as freely as the rush of adrenaline.

I was mad with desire, incapable of stopping. I lifted her again, now jerking up from the seat and impaling her with my cock. As I plunged into her hard and fast, she tossed her head from side to side.

Soon, the car was rocking slightly, just enough I was amused because of the action. We were like teenagers hiding out in a secret spot, fucking even though we weren’t allowed to see each other.

Yet I could take all I wanted.

We both knew it.

She’d already given herself to me.

I couldn’t stop, rubbing my lips across to her other nipple, sucking then biting down.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, yes.” Her body responded to the pain and pleasure, her muscle tensing as an orgasm rushed through her.

There was nothing quite like the feeling of her muscles constricting against me, pulling my cock in so deeply I was certain to get lost inside.

When I finally lifted my head, the glow of light showed me her dilated eyes. My jaw was clenched as I did what I could to hold onto the intense sensations.

In my unhinged mind, I imagined keeping her in the very cage she’d mentioned. I’d come home from a long day, releasing her only to please me with her mouth.

And her tight pussy.

If that made me a bad man, then so be it. I didn’t give a shit at this point.

Her moans were more ragged than before and as she came down from the sweet precipice, she hung her head. She was still trembling, her pussy clenching and releasing.

I pumped inside her a few more times before it was impossible to maintain the resolve. As I stiffened, she clenched her muscles.

The moment I filled her with my seed, I slowly lowered my head onto the back of the seat. A man could get used to this.

Especially one with no conscience.

When I’d stopped shaking, I sensed she was staring at me.

Watching me as I’d done with her.

Cassandra very slowly crawled off my lap, but she wasn’t finished with the moment or with me yet. After a few seconds, she turned around, now on all fours. As she lowered her head, taking my cock into her hand, all I could think about was fucking her asshole while she was in this very position.

Just as I’d wanted to do in the forest.

I fisted her hair again the moment she wrapped her lips around my still throbbing cock. I was almost as hard as before and when she took my dick into her mouth, I heard a slight gagging sound.

Another smile broke across my face.

“That’s it, my butterfly. Clean my cock.”

I closed my eyes, controlling my breathing as she licked up and down methodically. This was more than just pure indulgence or even actual sin.

This was fornication with attitude.

Exhaling, I kept my grip, my cock twitching all over again. Fuck, I could keep doing this all night.

When she licked around my cockhead, I released my hold.

She lifted her head, using exaggerated moves as she darted her tongue around her lips.

I’d always been a possessive man, controlling everything around me. A direct contrast from the boy who’d fought to keep what little he’d had.

But the way I felt about her was entirely different. There was no coldness as there was with money or objects.

There was no need to push the woman away as I’d done with others in the past.

With her, with my Lady Butterfly, I was different.

She was my prize and I was her trip into darkness.

I could only hope we’d both survive.