Page 50 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

The warmth of his lips against my skin sends a shiver through me. The memories from that night feel like they drained all the heat from my body, leaving my skin clammy and covered in goose bumps, but Elio’s touch chases the chill away.

I turn my head to look at him.

“Think you can take me?” I challenge, arching one eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he answers, then looks away from me to glance at the ring around us again. “Oh, you mean in a fight?” I bark out a laugh. Unlike the last few, instead of tightening my insides, this one loosens everything, unraveling the tangle left by the ghosts of the past. “I’m more of a lover than a fighter if I can help it. Besides, there’s probably enough blood soaked into this cement already, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I scuff my shoe against the stain.

“You still want to fight, don’t you?” he asks with humor in his voice.

“Kind of,” I admit.

“Alright.” He pushes off of me and shrugs out of his jacket for the second time tonight. He slings it over one of the ropes and rolls up his sleeves, one at a time. I watch the flex of the muscles in his forearms and the dexterity of his fingers. It’s ridiculous how mesmerized I am by every single inch of him. He bounces his shoulders up and down like he’s loosening them up and then puts his fists up in a fighting stance, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “Come on, Boss. Rough me up.”

The sound that rumbles through my throat is part amusement, part threat. I roll my head one way, then the other. “With an invitation like that, how can I resist?”

ELIO

I may not be an MMA fighter, but convincing an opponent to underestimate you always gives you a bit of an edge. Orion pointed out that’s how he won his first fight, but that doesn’t stop him from falling into the same trap.

He gives me a dangerous, toothy grin, like he has me exactly where he wants me. My cock swells and my heart rate speeds up, but I ignore both, holding my hands as awkwardly as I can manage to give weight to my ruse.

He lunges forward, arm swinging at half speed. I dodge it and send a jab right into his unguarded gut.

“Oomph,” he gasps, stumbling back a couple of inches, surprise coloring his face.

“Just because I’m a lover, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to fight.” I wink and go in for a second hit. Orion’s ready for it this time. He dodges and weaves, his laughter echoing off the high ceilings along with mine, the scrape of our feet against the bare floor the only other sound for miles. At least it feels that way.

“You think you’re cute, Brat?” he teases, catching me with a feather-soft uppercut.

“Kind of.” I smirk. “Now, stop babying me and hit me for real.” I swing my fist full force into the side of his jaw to punctuate my point, feeling the scrape of his stubble against my knuckles.

He grunts and his eyes darken, narrowing into slits as his nostrils flare. Now we’re getting somewhere. I lick my lips and swing again. Orion catches my fist in his palm and uses the momentum of the swing to spin me around. He kicks my legs out from under me before I have time to reorient myself, and I barely manage to brace myself on the way down.

He’s on me just as fast, the hard, heavy press of his body blanketing me, pinning me to the cold cement. My cock throbs and my nipples tighten, my breath coming out in a shuddering gasp. Orion straddles me, the thick, hard outline of his erection heavy against my ass. Just like in the alley, I feel frantic and excited at the same time, all of my nerve endings igniting, my pulse thundering in my ears. Some primal part of me convinces me to thrash, even though there’s nowhere to go unless he decides to let me up.

Orion leans down, his hot breath bathing my ear as he brings his lips close to whisper, “This real enough for you? Or do you want me to get rougher?” He grinds the length of his cock against my ass cheeks, one hand between my shoulders to hold me down even harder. I writhe, trying to put any space between myself and the floor so I can free my hands, kicking my legs and whining low in my throat. There’s a sick kind of power in feeling this helpless, in knowing there’s nothing to do but let go.

“Yes,” I moan. I’m not sure which of those questions I’m answering, or if I’m just begging him for more. Maybe all three. Or maybe ‘yes’ is the only word that my tongue knows when Orion is on top of me.

I can feel the cold from the floor through the thin, silky material of my pants. It’s a sharp contrast to the heat of my arousal, making the eager throb of my cock more intense. Almost dizzying.

He drags his tongue along the curve of my jaw, leaving a wet streak on my skin that’s demeaning and claiming and so fucking hot that I whine again. My balls tighten and ache, and precum slicks the head of my cock, sticking to my briefs, making the cold of the floor even more noticeable. The sting of his teeth biting into the same spot he just licked sends a jolt of electricity through me. The marks he left in the alley have already faded, and I want him to cover me in a thousand more. I want to be a canvas that he paints with his teeth and hands, covering me in bruises that I can watch fade all over again, just so I can beg for more.

Orion’s chest vibrates against my back with a deep, hungry moan as he bites down a little harder. It almost feels like he heard my dirty fantasy, but I think it’s more likely that he just has the same one.

He jerks his hips, grinding his cock into the crease of my ass again. My hole twitches, my insides so empty I can hardly breathe. I need his bruises there too, stretching my hole, pounding all the places no one can see, but that I’ll be able to feel for days after he’s finished with me.

“I can’t stop thinking about fucking you bare, Elio,” he growls, the low rumble of his voice raising goose bumps all over my skin and pulling even tighter around my balls.

“Yes,” I rasp, squirming underneath him again, not trying to get away this time, but trying to get enough leverage to tilt my hips and offer him my ass like the cock slut I am for him. “Jesus, yes, Orion. Spank me, bite me, fuck me bare so your cum drips out of my hole for days after. Please, please, please.”

He lifts his weight off of me, and I wail in protest. I need more. His hands all over me, his tongue and teeth on every inch of my skin, his hot breath in my ear again. I shove my hips up towards him, and he reaches underneath me. His fingers brush the bulge of my needy cock and I gasp.

“It’s fucking embarrassing how desperate you are for it, Brat,” Orion taunts, blindly undoing my belt with one hand.

A pulse of shame ricochets through me, inky and bitter and fucking perfect. My cock jerks and dribbles another burst of precum, spit leaking from the corner of my mouth to pool between my cheek and the floor. His fingers brush over my length again as he unbuttons my pants and tugs the zipper down. All business, like he can’t even be bothered with a cursory grope. I squirm and whimper, humping my ignored cock against his palm.

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