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But the thing about butterflies is they need to be admired from afar. If you touch them, they could die.”
Nobody has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now. Like I’m his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he’d break both their legs and an arm for good measure. It shouldn’t make me feel anything, but it does. And the worst part is, this is the last thing I need.
This spell between us, whatever it is, is more powerful than both of us. Even as doubt lingers in his gaze, it ebbs away in the face of his hunger. He wants me, and he knows he shouldn’t.
“Fine.” I shove away from Lachlan. “I won’t touch poor little Ronan again. And as for your orders… I belong to nobody, Mr. Crow. You’d do well to remember that.”
“You think ye can just walk away from me?” he asks. “Ye came and planted your arse right on my cock in the middle of the club if I’m not mistaken. And then demanded, while my fingers were inside ye, I might add, that I not fuck around with Mandy. Even if ye hadn’t seen what ye did last night, you were never walking away from me after that, sweetheart. Don’t mistake my words for empty threats.”
He turns around and walks back down the hall, giving me a nice view of his muscular ass as he goes. Of course, Ronan catches me staring and shakes his head. Bastard.
“Ye’re trouble. A wild card, Mack. But maybe I like having ye here.”
“I like that ye’re possessive of me,” he says. “That turns me on, Butterfly. Because I already feel possessive as hell of you.”
everyone’s on my goddamn case. I can’t let her go, but I don’t want her to stay, either.
She’s got me all twisted up inside, and that’s a weakness.
I belong to him. Only him. He tells me as much when I shatter around him again.
“Nobody else gets this,” he grits out. “You gave it to me, Mack. It’s mine. Do ye understand that?”
When I don’t answer right away, he yanks on my hair, and I grunt. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“Yeah, fuck me,” he echoes. “You’ll be in my bed every night, riding my cock and taking my cum. Am I...
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“I’m the only one, right?” The question slips from my lips before I can stop it.
“Ye’re the only one, Butterfly,” he growls. “You’re all I want.”
“Ye’re mine, Butterfly.” He pulls me into his arms and grazes my cheek. “And if ye had some doubts about that, there should be none now. I will murder anyone who hurts you.”
“It wasn’t an act. I fucking love you, Lachlan.”
He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me. Everything was fine when I was alone. Sure, I was sad and broken, but I was okay. Now, I’m anything but.
He made me want things I was never destined to have. He made me cry and say the words I never thought I’d say again. If my father were here, he’d tell me I was pathetic, and that’s what I got for being weak. He’d be right. But I think I’ve always been weak as far as Lachlan is concerned. He dissolved my armor with a single look. A touch. One command from his lips, and I was his. The power he holds over me is ridiculous—and now that I’m going to die, I can admit it freely.
Someone else will be in his bed, feeling his body move inside her. She’ll get his warmth when he comes in before dawn and pulls her against his chest. She’ll get to wear his shirts and smell his cologne on the pillow beside her. I hate her already. I hate the woman who gets to have those things with him so much I want to scream.
It isn’t fair, but I won’t tell him that. I won’t beg. I’ll only ask one thing of him, even though my heart is breaking. I just need him to keep the promise he made about Scarlett. And maybe—he could find out what happened to Talia. If she is gone, I hope we’ll find each other again in the next life.
“I fucking love you!” I cry out. “You fucking asshole! I hate you for making me love you.”
When I kiss him, he matches my pace, trying to be a gentleman. But I can feel his hard cock beneath me, and it stirs my own longing. We haven’t had a chance to do this since I returned because I’ve been too much of a mess. But right now, I can’t think of anything I want more.
“Every King needs his Queen, right?”
“Nothing would make me happier,” I tell him. “I will proudly be your wife, Lachlan Crow.”
“When it comes to you, Mack, I’ve always got time.”
“I love you too, Butterfly.” His lips graze the length of my neck as he starts to ravish me a second time. “So fucking much.”
