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Just as I’d wanted to do in the forest.

I fisted her hair again the moment she wrapped her lips around my still throbbing cock. I was almost as hard as before and when she took my dick into her mouth, I heard a slight gagging sound.

Another smile broke across my face.

“That’s it, my butterfly. Clean my cock.”

I closed my eyes, controlling my breathing as she licked up and down methodically. This was more than just pure indulgence or even actual sin.

This was fornication with attitude.

Exhaling, I kept my grip, my cock twitching all over again. Fuck, I could keep doing this all night.

When she licked around my cockhead, I released my hold.

She lifted her head, using exaggerated moves as she darted her tongue around her lips.

I’d always been a possessive man, controlling everything around me. A direct contrast from the boy who’d fought to keep what little he’d had.

But the way I felt about her was entirely different. There was no coldness as there was with money or objects.

There was no need to push the woman away as I’d done with others in the past.

With her, with my Lady Butterfly, I was different.

She was my prize and I was her trip into darkness.

I could only hope we’d both survive.

CHAPTER20

Cassandra

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I had no idea why the passage came to me since I wasn’t particularly religious and I certainly wasn’t Catholic.

My foster mother and father had tried to instill some aspects of religion, but they’d never driven it down my throat. I’d been free to make my own decisions.

Although they’d done a very good job of teaching me right from wrong.

Or so I’d thought.

Yet as I struggled to slide into the dress that had been carelessly tossed aside, a moment of shame coursed through me.

What in God’s name had possessed me to fuck a man who might be a killer? Maybe that wasn’t being fair to Wilder, but I’d seen the look in his eyes when I’d mentioned David’s threat. He’d instantly bristled, but it had been worse than that. I’d seen the need for vengeance in his striking gaze.

Even worse, I’d tasted the desire on my tongue after Wilder had challenged me with being judge and jury for the man and his hideous deeds. And of course I’d envisioned myself the executioner.

My heart racing, I returned my thoughts to Wilder and the insanity of letting go with him.

I could still taste his cum along with mine, the combination musky yet sweet. Having his cock inside my mouth had felt right. Hell, when he’d smacked my bottom several times, I’d been so turned on I’d almost begged for more.

He’d also caught me when I’d touched the belt. He’d known what my thoughts had been. He’d sensed the deep longing. No man had ever peeled away my layers like that in all my years on this earth.

Right now, I felt more exposed and more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life.

He took a deep breath and glanced over at me. He’d yet to return my panties and the thought of continuing the drive not wearing any was both embarrassing and enticing.

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