Page 51 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

I don’t know how being treated like nothing makes me feel everything, but it does. It’s twisted and backward, but when he refuses to see me, it’s like he ends up seeing parts of me no one else has ever bothered to look for.

“Pathetic.” He tuts, hooking his fingers into my pants and underwear and tugging them down just below my ass in one quick movement.

My cock slaps against the frigid floor, and I moan loudly, my insides quaking with his addictively dismissive tone and the shock of the cold against my overheated skin. I jerk my hips again, rubbing myself against the concrete, leaving wet streaks of precum.

Orion’s palm lands with a jolting slap against my ass cheek, renewing the ache from the earlier spanking. It knots my stomach and builds inside of my balls, forcing a breathless groan past my lips.

He grabs my ass cheeks roughly, separating them, parting them so wide he tugs at my hole.

“You ever stick your fingers in here and imagine it was me?” he asks, ghosting his thumb lightly over my pucker.

“Yes.” It really does seem to be the only word I know. But that’s okay because it’s the only one I need.

“Yeah? After a fight, in that big, fancy shower of yours? Did you slick your fingers up with shampoo and pound this tight, slutty hole while you moaned my name?” His voice is a low growl, prickling over my skin and burrowing inside me.

“Yes,” I practically wail.

Something wet rains down between my ass cheeks, sliding down my crack and pooling around my hole. Spit? I try to push my hips up towards him again, but he pins me to the ground with his hands on my ass.

“You want it to hurt, Brat?” Orion’s cock nudges against the curve of my ass cheek, slick with his own precum.

“Yes,” I rasp for what has to be the millionth time.

The word is barely past my lips before he’s splitting me open. I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes, but they fly open now, all of the air punched out of my lungs as the sharp pain I was craving sears through me. I shriek and pant, trying again to push my hips up to get more. Deeper, harder, tear me in two and don’t bother putting me back together. That’s what I would say if I knew any word other than ‘yes’ right now. Since I don’t, I just chant that instead.

“Yes, yes, yes, yesssss.”

A fresh splash of spit cascades over my oversensitive hole, and I scream again, nearly sobbing with how hard my cock throbs, trapped against the floor. And Orion forces himself the rest of the way in, bottoming out, his balls pressed against mine, his hips to my ass cheeks.

There’s something meditative about pain. It has a way of whiting out everything else, sharpening your senses and grounding you in a moment without escape. And that’s exactly what I want. What I need. I’m more aware of every inch of my body than I’ve ever been, but I’m also completely untethered. Nothing feels real, but somehow, it’s the most real anything has ever been. Orion’s grunts and groans are a rhythmic chant, like a prayer. Even when the pain fades, leaving behind nothing but the stretch of him inside me, it’s intense and perfect.

I gasp and moan right along with him, the slap of our skin with every thrust almost loud enough to drown out our wild cries, but not quite. I’m trembling and pulsing, thrashing, and screaming his name. At least I think I am. Or maybe I’m still just shouting “yes” over and over again as my insides tighten, my balls constrict, and my orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave.

“Fuck, Elio,” Orion growls between clenched teeth, slamming into me harder as he loses his rhythm and starts to throb inside of me. The pulsing in his cock echoes the way my inner muscles flutter and clench around him.

Hot, sticky ropes of cum spill all over my skin and the floor beneath me, my orgasm going on and on and fucking on until I’m lightheaded and shaking. Orion collapses on top of me, and I feel like I am the puddle of cum on the filthy cement floor. Exactly the way he somehow knew I wanted.

Is this what love feels like?

Chapter 20

ELIO

I jog up the steps to Orion’s apartment building and stop short when I see the door propped open. I narrow my eyes into a scowl and wrench the door the rest of the way open. The neighborhood he’s living in is bad enough on its own, never mind the shitty state of the building and his apartment. But the whole point of an entrance is to keep riff raff out, and if you’re stupid enough to leave it wide open to the world, you’re bound to get robbed. I stoop down and pick up the doorstop, stuffing it into my pocket before pulling the door closed behind me.

I glare at the peeling wallpaper on my way up to the second floor. Would Orion spank my ass if I suggested that he lose this place and move in with me? Maybe if I play up the financial angle, he’ll go for it. If he lives with me, he can stop going to those underground fights to cover his brother’s expenses. But, fuck, I want him to want to say yes. I want him to want to come home and soak in the bath with me after every fight and wake up next to me every morning. It sounds so goddamn domestic, and I want it so bad it’s a little embarrassing.

I reach the landing of the second floor and blow out a breath, stopping for a second to drag my fingers through my hair to tame it, even though I’m sure it’s already in place. The aching need in my gut to coax Orion back to my lair and keep him locked up there forever will have to wait. There are more important things to deal with tonight, unfortunately.

His door open before I even get the chance to knock, and I let a slow smile spread over my lips.

“Waiting by the door for me, Boss?” I tease, taking a second to eat him up with my eyes. His hair is a wild mane tonight, and instead of his usual workout attire, he’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a tattered hole in the left leg that gives the perfect peepshow to his muscular thigh, thick with dark blond hair.

He snorts, but doesn’t deny it, just steps aside to let me in. As soon as I cross the threshold, he wraps his arms around me and drags me close, letting the door swing closed behind me. He still smells like that shitty, cheap soap, and I’m tempted to just blurt out the idea of him moving in with me. I’ll buy him the most expensive soap on the market, whatever scent he likes. He nibbles down my throat and my cock swells to life immediately, a moan rising from my chest.

“Your text made it sound like this is more than just a social call,” he says, teasing his teeth along my skin.

“Unfortunately.” I sigh, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to keep him from going too far when he stops kissing me. “Dante came through for us. We’ve got most of what we need from Casimir’s emails.”

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