Page 47 of Butterfly

The comparison made me laugh, disturbing Leslie, who murmured something in her sleep.

Mine.

I wrapped her tighter in my arms, leaning my head back against the wall, and shutting my eyes, letting myself imagine a perfect world where this was my life, fucking Leslie into submission every night and filling her with my come, protecting her whispered secrets, and then holding her in my arms as we slept. And in the morning, she’d smile that brilliant smile at me, filled with devotion, trust, and love.

It would happen. I would stop at nothing to make sure it did.

Even if I worried she’d hate me when she realized what I’d done.

It didn’t takeher long.

Sunlight streamed in through her window, blinding me. Next to me, Leslie stirred beneath my arms, groaning.

“My head hurts. Why does my head hurt so much?”

“I’m sorry, butterfly,” I said, kissing her forehead. “It’s my fault. I’ll get you ibuprofen and water.”

She stilled in my arms.

“Mason?”

I stilled, too.

“Yes,” I said cautiously.

“Oh god, it wasn’t a dream.”

She sat up, swatting at my arm and wrenching away. I fisted my hands, forcing myself not to reach for her and pull her back where she was safe and undoubtedly mine. I would give her a few minutes to process.

A minute.

Fuck that. She got five seconds and then she was going right back where I wanted her.

“Mason, you can’t be here. What if someone finds us? I don’t know why I did what I did last night, I felt like I was out of my mind with lust, like I was drugged, and I fucked you and you fucked me, all night long, I gave you myvirginity, and you’re my stepbrother and youhate me!God, did we even lock the door last night? What if someone knows? What if they tell our parents? Why did I do that? HowcouldI do that?”

She was hyperventilating. Alarmed, I grabbed her hand.

“Breathe.”

She ripped it away. “I need you to go, Mason. Now. Please, I am begging you. I don’t know how this happened, but you need to leave before something… irrevocable happens.”

This time, I needed to breathe, before I got angry. Irrevocable? Like taking her virginity, fucking her without a condom, coming inside her? We’d crossed the point of no return already. I was consideringsharingher, for fuck’s sake.

I took a deep breath, regulating my temper. I’d known she’d feel this way, and it was my job to calm her down, take the blame, and convince her this was right.

But first I needed to make sure she didn’t run. I pushed her down and rolled over her, lifting myself in a push up so she was trapped underneath my body. My cock, which should’ve been worn out, started hardening, reminding me we liked this position.

“I’ll tell you how this happened,” I said, gentle and easy, not wanting to spook her. “I put Vixen in your coffee yesterday morning, and it unleashed all your inner desire.”

“Vixen?” She gaped at me. “You mean that drug they’re talking about on the news? The aphrodisiac?”

“That’s the one.”

She shoved at me, but I didn’t budge. “You drugged me? How fucking dare you.”

“You’re right. But I’m not sorry. It was the only way to get us here, butterfly. Tell me, do you regret it? Truly?”

She glared at me. “You took my virginity, and I wasn’t even in my right mind. Do you really think I don’t regret it?”

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