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“It does not.”
“Hmm. Should I prove it?”
“D-don’t.”
“Challenge accepted, my little butterfly.”
After all, she’s the reason I lost my sexual appetite and it’s only fair that I get it back through her.
Yes, she’s a liar, but she might be the best form of distraction I’ve ever had.
9
ANASTASIA
My little butterfly.
That’s what he just called me, right?
My chest tightens and my eyes grow in size, desperate to make him out. In the darkness, I can’t see him, but the sharp lines of his face are visible and so is the glint in his intense eyes.
I’m trapped beneath the hardness of his body and the sheer size of him. I’m crushed and can’t breathe. And that cologne I searched for at the department stores? It’s suffocating me now, robbing my thought process and stopping me from thinking beyond this moment.
“You…you have my butterfly?”
“Why would you think that?”
“You just called me a little butterfly.”
“Could have done that for any reason.”
“But it was specific enough.”
“Hmm. What are you going to do to find out whether I have it or not?” His voice is deep, dark velvet that’s wrapping itself around my neck.
“I…”
My words trail off when his hand that’s been on my thigh glides to the inner side of it.
I clench my legs together tightly, even though it tingles, even though every illogical thought in my head is urging me to let go.
I can’t.
Not when I can sense ripples of darkness emanating from him. The same darkness I fought tooth and nail to leave behind.
I think I’ve always sensed it on him, even during that night in Jersey, but back then, it was fine because it was a one-time thing and I foolishly thought I wouldn’t see him again.
I foolishly thought I would just keep him in my memories and that’s it.
But he’s right here, and he’s coming after me and that’s not good.
It’s downright frightening forBabushka’s and my destiny.
His fingers hover at the apex of my thighs and even though he’s not forcing entry, he’s lingering there, biding his time.
“What’s going on?” There’s slight amusement in his tone, bordering on sadism. “Feeling shy all of a sudden?”
“That’s not…oh…” My words end in a moan because he’s pressing a finger against my clit now, and although it’s through my pants and underwear, I can feel the throbbing of my veins in my core.
