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And I see that you’ve spotted your stepsister, Leslie.”
Some people pinned butterflies to keep them close. I was going to make this one fly far, far away. After all, she was the most beautiful girl I’d seen in my entire life. I wanted her more than I wanted anything.
And I hated her for it.
“Mason, what are you doing?” God, my voice sounded breathy. “I don’t know,” he admitted, finally releasing me. “But I recommend you stay away from me before things get even more out of hand.” I should’ve listened to him.
My cock went hard at the association. My butterfly wanted a daddy? She’d get one.
“You won’t be nailing anything of hers,” he said, his voice filled with warning. “She has me.”
“You still don’t get it, butterfly. You made my life hell because I couldn’t have you.
Not when we were both under our parents’ roof. But I’m done with that. I’m taking what’s mine.”
“I swear to god, butterfly, if you let another man touch my pussy, there will be hell to pay. For both you—and him.”
“When you crave something this desperately, anything you have to do to get it is easy.”
“Why would I keep eating McDonald’s, when there’s a five-star, gourmet meal, right within reach?”
had plans for my stepsister—the long-term, own-her-forever, lock her down with a ring and plant-fucking-babies in her kind of plans.
