She’s practically riding my hand now. Her orgasm is so close I can feel it. “I want to touch you.”
I’m too lost, watching her about to come, barely holding myself from coming in my pants, when she reaches a hand to my cock.
Flinching, I almost fire the gun. “No.” I grab her hand and squeeze it so hard she yelps. “I’m sick of your tricks.”
Her breath snags, and she whimpers. “What tricks? I just want to touch you.”
“No. You try to get me to show you my face and leave DNA on you, and when that doesn’t work, you do this. You think you can identify me by my cock because you believe you know who I am or, at least, suspect.” I snort bitterly. “And you talk about trust…”
“You’re wrong,” she sniffles.
Is she crying? Reagan doesn’t cry. Not like that. “My beautiful liar, enough. None of that. Aren’t you tired? You don’t need to lie anymore. Not here. Not with me.” I ease up on her hand. “You don’t need your camouflage around me. When I’m here, you show your true colors, little butterfly.”
“Okay,” she says softly, no more fake tears in her voice. “But I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to touch you.”
“Well, you haven’t earned that yet.”
Her brow arches. “Iearn the right to touchyou?”
“Like I’m earning your love, yes.”
She stares at me like I grew a second head. “Has it ever occurred to you that even after all the murders you’re committing for me I still won’t love you?”
“You will.”
“No, I won’t.”
Is it an attempt to hurt me like I’ve hurt her pride or is it the truth? My jaw ticks. “I don’t care. I’ll still make you mine. As much as I want you to love me, I don’t care if you spend a lifetime hating me as long as you’re mine.” I press the gun to her temple. “Do you hear me, little butterfly? No one else will have you. You. Will. Be. Mine.” I shrug helplessly, blowing out a defeated breath. “As I’m yours.”
She shakes her head, unfazed by the weapon pressed against her temple. “I’m done with this game. Get out. I don’t want you here anymore, Butterfly Man.”
With a chuckle, I pin her down and squeeze her wrists together above her head again. “Don’t you learn at all, naughty girl? I’m done taking it easy on you.Itell you what to do, and you listen or you’ll be punished.” I shove the gun in the back of my pants. It doesn’t scare her anymore. Then I slide my fingers inside her pussy again. “You have twenty seconds to come or I’ll kill one of your guards anyway.”
“But I—”
“Nineteen. Eighteen.”
“Please. That’s why I wanted to touch you. It’ll make me come faster.”
“You think I want nothing more than to fuck you until you can’t remember your name? But if I lose control, and trust me, I will if my cock feels your touch or so much as catches a glimpse of your pussy, there will be nothing left of you when I’m done.” I circle my fingers and rub her clit, gaining the right pace. “Twelve. Eleven.”
Her breath catches. “Remember when I said in my head you were a fantasy I control? That’s the only way I can come this fast. I’m begging you.”
She’s not lying. Her heart racing against my chest tells me this much. That’s progress. As much as she wants to obey me so I’ll kill Blake for her faster and maybe save the random soul I’ve threatened to take, I want to see the face she makes whenImake her come.
My eyes travel to her wrists in my grip. “If it’s control you need,” I take her hand down to her pussy and wrap her fingers around mine, “there. You lead. It’s your narrative, my brilliant storyteller. Control it. Own it. Write our story as you deem right.”
She nods and guides me inside her, setting the rules, wielding the path, and we both surrender. Eyes pinned on the butterfly on the mask, she moves her hips to chase that orgasm, and I marvel at her expression, the pain, the rush, the sound of her pants, carving them into memory. And I allow myself to imagine a future where moments like this aren’t so rare.
“Seven,” I count, and she works her hips faster. “Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. O—”
A wild moan flees her lips as she clenches and explodes all over my glove.
I stare at her in awe as she comes down from the climax. “Six times. Your pussy clenches six times in release.”
She blinks, catching her breath. “You counted?”
“I counted. I learned. I filed every inch of your face when I made you see stars and you made me see God. And the sounds you made will sing in my head day and night until the day I die.”
