Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

“What separates monsters from good men is only a matter of perspective. In your eyes, I’m a sick fuck for what I’ve done to you. But I, on the other hand, see you as a parasite

No one touched what belonged to me without repercussions.

But she was my headache.

I’d certainly never professed to be the wisest.

Teeth grinding, I searched the site for a takedown link, only finding some lame fucking email address that likely wouldn’t result in a damn thing.

No, there was a whole fucked-up psychology going on inside my head right then that I had no intentions of trying to untangle.

Too damn beautiful to be seen as something so simple and entertaining.

“Yes.” One step forward backed me against the shelf behind me, and he threw out his hand, creating something of a cage. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”

Damned near every night when I closed my eyes, but I didn’t bother to say that aloud.

“My, you are a wicked little moth.”

“Look at you. Such a bold moth. Far bolder than I gave you credit for.”

Calling her beautiful was like calling the sun lukewarm. She’d blazed like the hottest part of a flame in that dress. And fuck me, I’d felt the heat.

Be a good little moth, and I’ll fuck you hard.

“Under different circumstances …” The pause in his words carried a laborious heartbeat that smothered my own, as I watched the slightest smile play on his lips. A beat of hesitation. “I might’ve pursued you.”

“And I might’ve let you.”

Brows tight, he ran his fingertips across my clavicle and licked his lips. “You feel good.”

“Tell me to stop, Lilia. I’m fucking begging you.”

“You’re going to destroy me. And I won’t stop you. It feels too fucking good to stop.”

“Of course you’re wet.” His voice held a sharp bite of anger at the discovery.

“Why do you have to taste like a sweet forbidden fruit? Goddamn, you’re killing me, Lilia. I can’t do this. I can’t.”

“I’m not fucking you tonight. But I am going to dine on this obnoxiously wet pussy, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of knowing I’m the only man who’s ever tasted you.”

“Damn you, Lilia. Goddamn you.”

“You’re a salacious little nymph, aren’t you?

But this pussy belongs to me. You let any other undeserving prick near it, and I will cut out his tongue and send it to you in a specimen jar.”

“Here, I thought it was the moth who would succumb to the fire.”

“You don’t want to know what you do to me, Little Moth.”

“You are a merciless vision of perfection.”

“Look how well you take my cock, Little Moth. You were made for me,”