Page 27 of Dollhouse

“Don’t compare me to anyone else.”I scold, narrowing my blue eyes at him.

He stops in his tracks and turns to face me with a laugh. “It’s a good thing, butterfly. There’s fire within you.”

“Why do you call me butterfly?”

“For the same reason you have a tattoo of a butterfly on your shoulder.” He smiles and gives me his back when he turns around to walk further into the woods. He stunned me with his response. No one knows the meaning behind my tattoo, but he figured it out instantly.

I chose a butterfly because that’s how I see myself. I was once trapped inside of my cocoon, and then I was reborn and given wings to be free and be who I really am. I’ve evolved just like a butterfly.

I’m reborn and free.

I can’t explain my instant connection to King, and I know he feels it too, but doesn’t want to. I don’t want to either.

Somehow, I feel like we’re more alike than I’d like to admit.

In a few days I’ll be gone, most likely dead for real this time.

No, fuck that. I’m not going to become a coward now. I didn’t survive many shitty things in my life just to end up dying at the hands of some gangsters. Nope, not today, not happening. The Triad wants to hand me over to the Westside Disciples, but that’s sure as fuck not going to happen. I’ll make certain of it.

I’ll go along with King and the rest of them for now. But they better watch their backs because I’m not going down without a fight.

Twigs and leaves snap and crunch underneath our boots. King walks three steps ahead of me, and I rather enjoy the view. His ass looks phenomenal in his jeans. He’s wearing his hair down, his light locks curtaining around his broad shoulders. The ache between my legs with each step is the only telling sign of what King and I had done only a few short hours ago.

It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and I can still feel him between my legs. As if he can tell what I’m thinking, he turns around and looks at me with a knowing smirk. “I can feel you staring at my ass.” I look up at him, a slow smirk spreading across my plump lips, and I shrug my shoulders in response.

“What do you expect? It’s a nice ass.” He chuckles, reaching his hand out toward me. I place my hand in his and allow him to lead me further into the woods. “Is this the part where you kill me and leave my body to be eaten by the animals?” King throws his head back and lets out a full belly laugh. His laughter is becoming my new favorite sound. It’s so deep and carefree, causing an unfamiliar and unexpected warmth to flood my body each time I hear it.

“God, you really do have death on your mind.”

“What do you expect?” I throw my hands up dramatically. “You do know it’s likely that I’m going to die soon, right? Just let me go, tell Eli and Rowen that you lost me. I have done nothing to deserve this.” His laughter ceases and his hazel eyes drill into my blue eyes. He lunges toward me, his hand wraps around my neck as he slams me back against a tree, knocking the air from my lungs.

“That’s not how this works, butterfly. We may have fucked, but make no mistake about where my loyalty lies. I’d never choose a piece of pussy over my brothers. Our deal to trade you for control over the city borders was a group decision. That’s not going to change just because of your sweet pussy. No matter how fucking good it is.” His gritted words send a shiver straight down my spine.

Okay, perhaps I read the situation wrong.

Since I like playing with fire, I run my hand down his chest and cup his dick through his jeans, earning a low growl from him. “We’ll see about that.” I give him the sweetest smile I possibly can, and peck the corner of his mouth, ducking underneath his arms and walking away from him. I’m not dumb; I know the only reason I was able to walk away was because he allowed me to.

One second I am walking away from him, the next second he’s picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, holding onto the back of my thighs. His perfect round ass is in my face, so I smack it, only to earn a spank of my own in return. “Hey! That hurt! Put me down!” I protest weakly, wiggling against his grip, which only results in him tightening his grip on my legs to keep me secure. His open palm connects with my ass again, and I groan, the sensation going straight to my core.

“Behave. I want to show you something and we’re almost there.” With a huff, I wrap my arms around his waist from upside down as he continues walking, holding onto me as if I weigh nothing.

We come to a stop, and King bends down to set me back onto my feet. King turns me around after holding me for a moment so I can function properly, my back to his chest, with his arms wrapped around my waist securely. A wide grin spreads across my lips seeing the quads in front of us. He dips his head and kisses my cheek. “Wait here.” He walks in the direction of the large brown shed, unlocks the door, and disappears inside.

Barely a minute later, he returns with a helmet and a red gas can. He tosses me the helmet while he fills one of the quads with gas, and once he’s finished, he brings it to life and climbs on. I waste no time in pulling the helmet over my head and climbing on the four-wheeler behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

King revs the engine a couple of times then speeds off. My grip around him tightens and uncontrollable laughter escapes me as he speeds further into the woods, dodging trees and anything else in our way. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a very long time.

And that’s how our day was spent.

Just the two of us venturing further into the woods. We even took turns driving. Though I drove slower than he did, it was still incredible. We even stopped a few times to make out like horny teenagers, and he may or may not have fingered me into an orgasm right there on top of the four-wheeler.

It was the perfect way to spend the day before I get plunged deeper into danger, and unknowingly come one day closer to my death.

“Where is she?” Malakai asks for the third time, his patience growing thinner and thinner with each passing minute. It’s humorous to me. I don’t answer to him, and it would be wise for him to get that through his thick skull.

Rowen and I are sitting down with Malakai, the leader of the Westside Disciples. King stayed behind to babysit Tate, so it’s just Rowen and I this time.

Typically, we’d handle business together, but we couldn’t risk leaving Tate alone, and King was against the idea of tying her to her bed and leaving her there all day.

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