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underneath my bed that I was able to relax. Everything
The atmosphere shifted with the weight of the new topic.
If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.
“Careful, Stella.” His low warning pulsed between my legs. “I’m not the gentleman you think I am.”
Green eyes. Green dress. Symbolic of life and nature. Green. Apparently, it was my new favorite fucking color.
“Because I don’t want to be jailed for murder if anyone touches a hair on your head.”
Some photos were worth a thousand words. This photo said only one. Mine.
Rule number one of surviving in a cutthroat business: never show weakness, not even to one’s own team.
“Touch her for any reason other than to save her life, and you die.” I didn’t care how long Kage and I had been friends. No one touched her except me.
The angel and the sinner.
“If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly. “You’d never doubt again.” Curiosity and something infinitely sweeter and more dangerous fluttered to life in my heart. “How do other people see me?” Christian’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “Like you’re the most beautiful, most remarkable thing they’ve ever seen.”
“It’s because you haven’t looked me in the eye since New York. Because you’re all I can fucking think about no matter where I am or who I’m with, and the thought of you hurt or upset makes me want to raze this city to the ground.” Soft, almost desperate viciousness coated his voice. “I’ve never wanted someone more, and I’ve never hated myself more for it.”
“I’m not a jealous man, Stella. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they’re with, and yet…” My fingers glided down to her wrist. “I’m jealous of every person you smile at…” A brush over her fingers. “Every laugh I don’t hear…” My touch dipped to her knee and made a slow, languorous journey up her thigh. “Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your lips. It. Is. Maddening.”
“You put too much faith in people. I’m not the knight you think I am,”
“Do you like this, hmm? Being spread wide and finger fucked where anyone can see you?”
Stella was mine and mine alone.
“Do you like being finger fucked out in the open like a good little slut?”
When I tell you to scream, I want you to fucking scream. Or I’ll bend you over and spank your ass raw until you beg me to let you scream.
Do you want sex, or do you want to be fucked?
“How would you like to be fucked, Butterfly?” He kept his thumb on my clit and pushed a finger inside me, working it deeper with each movement. A whimper clawed up my throat as my body lit beneath his erotic manipulations. “On your back and spread wide, or on all fours taking every inch of my cock in that tight little pussy?”
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Another, more guttural groan. “That’s it, sweetheart. You can take it.”
“You feel so fucking good,” Christian grunted. “It’s like your pussy was made for me. Every fucking inch.”
“You’re dripping all over my cock, sweetheart. Look at you.”
“An angel about to come from being fucked like a whore.”
“I want to feel you coming on my cock, Stella.”
“I told you, Stella. I’m jealous of everything when it comes to you.”
“Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.”
“I thought it was obvious, but in case it isn’t, you’re mine, Stella.” His touch branded my skin with hot possessiveness. “I don’t want to see other women, and I sure as fuck don’t want you seeing other men.” Ice frosted the word men. “You belong with me. Exclusively. There is not a world or lifetime where that’s not true.”
“Christian Harper, are you asking me out?” “Yes.” Simple, unequivocal. Real.
“What do you say, Butterfly? Want to give this dating thing a real shot?”
“I can feel how wet your cunt is.”
“Does this turn you on, hmm? Grinding against my leg while you choke on my cock?”
“You look so beautiful like this, spread wide with my cock buried inside that tight pussy.”
We’d celebrated with a weekend of food, sex, and me eating her pussy out until she came on my face.
I’m sorry. I miss you. I love you.
Stella, It’s two-thirty in the morning as I write this. I haven’t slept in almost twenty-four hours. But I couldn’t go to sleep without telling you this… I’m trying, Butterfly. I’m trying so fucking hard. To stay away from you. To not think about you. To not love you. My life would be so much easier if I could move on, but I know I can’t. Even if you never forgive me. Even if you never talk to me again. Even if you move on. I’ll still love you. You will always be my first, last, and only love.
