Page 36 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

I’ve been into power play and kink as long as I can remember. When I had time, before Jack’s injury, I spent a fair amount of time at a kink club where I played with all kinds of eager subs. They were fun in their own ways, but they didn’t do a damn thing to prepare me for the primal satisfaction I feel having Elio in front of me, shifting his weight and softening his gaze. Half an hour ago, he was the scariest fucker in a bar full of criminals, and now he’s waiting for me to tell him what I want.

“Good. Then turn them on and strip. I think there’s plenty of room for two in here.” I step over the ledge of the tub, groaning as the steaming water envelops my tight calves. “Hell, there’s probably room for ten in here.”

Elio growls and turns the dial, making the jets rumble to life. “No way am I sharing you with eight other people. If anyone else touches you, I might start hacking off limbs.”

I laugh and sink into the water. I should probably be horrified by the unhinged threat, especially considering how comfortable he is with dismemberment and murder as part of his day-to-day life. But, if I’m being honest, I might fucking kill anyone who touches him too.

ELIO

Orion melts into the tub with a moan that settles under my skin and strokes my cock to full mast in seconds flat. He tilts his head back and his eyelids flutter closed, all the tension slipping out of his face. Even the muscle in his jaw that always seems to twitch and tick softens, letting his mouth relax and his lips part a fraction of an inch. I want to slip my tongue between them and get drunk on the taste of his mouth.

I’m not sure if he thought I was joking, but I would fucking kill for him. I’d happily burn this entire city to ash without a second thought if he wanted or needed me to.

“I think I told you to do something,” he reminds me without opening his eyes. The rumble of his voice is as relaxed as the rest of his body language, but that doesn’t undermine the authority of the command. The easy, confident dominance is enough to make me pant and my cock jerk.

He teased a few minutes ago that he thought pissing him off was my kink. And fuck me, it is. That spark of passion and rage in his eyes, the rough feeling of his hands all over me, the strange power there is in being the outlet for all the seething fury inside of him… It’s the definition of my kink, but it’s so much more than that.

I want to piss him off and I want to be the person who calms him down. I want to see the violence shining in his eyes, and I want to watch it bleed out into sated quiet. I want him pushing me up against a building in a filthy alley, fucking me until I can’t stand straight, and I want to sink into the bath with him and massage the tense knots out of his shoulders.

I want him.

Orion Barros is my fucking kink.

He cracks an eye open, his throat vibrating with a low warning growl. If I keep standing here instead of undressing, will he jump out of the tub and make me undress? My cock throbs at the thought of Orion, dripping wet, his eyes glowing with frustration as he tears my clothes off me. If he wasn’t so tired tonight, I might push my luck.

The satisfied hum he makes when I start to undress sounds like a purr. All the rumbling, wordless sounds he uses to communicate are full of the same feral energy he exudes when he’s in the ring. It’s like he’s just barely holding on to the tether of his humanity, hovering closer to the animal end of the spectrum than the rest of us are. And, yeah, that’s definitely my kink too.

I can feel him watching me through the slits of his eyelids, the gurgle of the jets covering the sound of my breathing as I disrobe one item at a time. I toss my clothes into the hamper to be taken to the cleaners later, then turn my back to him so I can set my pistol and holster on the counter next to the sink. I look into the mirror and find him watching me openly now, an unmistakable look of appreciation on his face that sparks electricity up and down my spine.

My balls tighten and an eager shiver runs through me. Orion’s eyes meet mine in the mirror, and they darken with a heady mixture of lust and dominance.

“I’m tired of you making me wait, Brat. Get over here.”

I let a slow grin spread over my lips, dragging out the moment for just a second so I can watch his expression start to harden. “Yes, Boss,” I answer, and turn back towards him.

His eyes follow the sway of my erection between my thighs for the few steps it takes me to reach the bath. It’s in that same lazy, unimpressed way he drove me wild when he had me tied to his bed. I don’t know if it’s the lighting, or if it’s exhaustion that lets the mask slip just long enough for me to see hunger bleeding through his expression. Surprisingly, that only makes me hotter for him. I wasn’t sure if this game would do as much for me if there wasn’t genuine disdain behind it, but the results are in, and it’s a big ‘hell, yes.’

I absently graze my fingertips over the sensitive head of my cock, gathering the slick precum that’s pooled there, and I step into the tub. Orion bats my hand away from my dick.

“Hands off,” he barks, then he points at the space in front of himself. “Right here. Facing me.”

I’m careful not to trip over his outstretched legs, hidden under the blanket of thick bubbles that cover the surface of the water.

“Bossy,” I mutter teasingly as I lower myself right where he wants me, straddling his thighs, my cock bumping against his under the water.

He’s just as hard as I am. Thick and stiff, the head of his erection dragging against mine with the jerk of his hips.

“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” He arches an eyebrow. “You brought me home to your fancy-ass apartment full of overpriced shit so I could boss you around and give you a break from your demons by letting you play with mine for a few hours.”

“No.” I shake my head.

“No?” he scoffs.

“Fine, yes. But that’s not the only reason.” I shift closer to him, finding a comfortable position with his hard thighs under my ass cheeks, draping myself over him to crush our cocks between us, chest to chest, our faces inches apart.

I reach up and loosen the knot on top of his head, letting his long hair cascade over his shoulders and skim the surface of the bubbles.

“What are the other reasons?” He wraps his arms around me and slides his hands down my back, all the way to my ass. He grabs my cheeks in both hands and squeezes them roughly, tugging them apart just enough to make my hole ache.

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