Page 64 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

Lucky for her, because no matter how many times he insisted he was fine, I wasn’t above pulling out a gun to get things moving if necessary to get Orion taken care of in a timely manner.

I snort and look over my shoulder at him as I toe off my shoes. He’s wearing the wrinkled, blood-soaked shirt. Unbuttoned, of course. His tie was abandoned a long time ago, and is now wadded up, the tail of it hanging out of the pocket of his pants. He looks hot in a ‘my boyfriend just rose from the dead’ kind of way.

“I didn’t bully him, I asked.” I scoff, lining up my shoes on the rack, then dropping to my knees to untie his. A momentary shiver runs through me with the leftover terror from kneeling just like this earlier, peeling his shirt open and not knowing what I would find. I swallow that feeling down and lean into his touch when he drags his fingers roughly through my hair again.

He purses his lips and quirks an eyebrow, calling me out without having to utter a single word. It’s probably fucked up that his disapproval makes my cock spring to life so damn easily, but I’m past giving a shit about whether my kinks are mentally healthy or not. They work for me, and Orion isn’t complaining.

“Right, I’m sure he felt completely free to tell you ‘no’ if he thought the pills were overkill,” he says dryly.

“You were shot, Boss.” Just saying the word makes my insides burn with rage. I almost wish he hadn’t put a bullet in that fucker’s head before I got there. I would have woken him up and made him suffer a little first for what he did.

“I was grazed.”

I roll my eyes and lean in closer, loving the sting along my scalp as he tightens his hold on my hair, then flick my tongue teasingly along the trail of hair under his belly button. He groans and jerks his hips.

“Don’t take them then.” I shrug and nip at the same spot that I just licked. “I wanted you to have them if you needed them, that’s all.”

Orion yanks on my hair, tugging my head back sharply.

“Thank you.”

The soft words in contrast with his rough treatment is a level of fuck yes, I didn’t know I was craving. A needy sound tightens in my throat the same way my briefs pull snug around my thickening cock.

“Anytime, Boss,” I choke out, licking my lips. “Do you want to go to bed? It’s pretty late.” I actually have no fucking clue what time it is, but I’m guessing he’s crashing from all the adrenaline, and regardless of what he says, he has to be hurting from that graze wound.

“Shower first,” he grunts.

Using one foot to nudge his shoes out of the way, he doesn’t wait for me to get back to my feet. His fingers clench tighter in my hair, forcing a heated gasp from me as he starts down the hallway and I have to scramble on my knees to keep up with him. The hardwood underneath me makes my knees ache almost instantly, my breath catching and my head spinning as all the blood in my body rushes to pool between my legs. My cock throbs and my balls twitch.

I stumble a few times, tears springing to the corner of my eyes from the pain radiating through my scalp. The tender throb in every single hair follicle pulses through all the cells in my body until I feel scorched from the inside, fucking desperate, and humiliated in a way that makes it hard to catch my breath.

When we reach the bathroom, Orion releases me and I sag forward, bracing my palms on the cold marble floor. He slides his fingers gently through my hair, soothing the hot pain with a delicate touch. A sob tears from my throat, and a few of the tears that were prickling at the corners of my eyes a few seconds ago spill over to run down my cheeks.

As soon as they break loose, it’s impossible to keep more from following. I’ve walked into a hundred life or death situations, but I’ve never been scared like I was tonight having to watch Orion do it. Everything I shoved down deep earlier, every worry and doubt that I locked behind a wall of confidence and indifference comes spilling out with a few more heavy gasps. My body quakes with embarrassing, uncontrollable tears.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Orion’s words are so gentle, they make me cry even harder.

He joins me on the floor, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, my tears slicking his skin instantly. I can still smell the faint odor of gunpowder lingering under the heavy metallic scent of his blood. I cling to him harder and stop trying to fight the flood.

“Alessio and Sal had to physically hold me back when that fucker took your gun. I was about to storm in there and blow the whole thing,” I confess when the tears finally start to slow.

“Well, no one would have thanked you for that. Especially not those kids,” he says, kissing the side of my head.

I nod and sniffle, feeling like a little kid myself for a few seconds. Even when I was a little kid, crying like this wasn’t acceptable. I pull back and use the backs of my hands to hastily dry my face.

“I can’t lose you, Orion. If anyone ever takes you from me, I’ll fucking kill them, and their whole goddamn family.” Part of me is expecting the usual reprimand, a reminder that violence isn’t the answer, that I’m spoiled and a little warped for wanting to solve every problem with bloodshed. But it doesn’t come.

He smiles and puts his hands on either side of my face, tilting my face up and leaning in to claim my lips in a biting, possessive kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.

“I think I would too,” he murmurs, then nips my bottom lip. “So let’s not let that happen. Deal?”

I nod, bumping our noses together. “Deal.”

“On your feet,” he says gruffly, pushing himself up to standing again.

The simple instruction grounds me. The crashing waves of fear recede, not leaving anything in their wake except for the glistening dampness on Orion’s shoulder and the stickiness on my cheeks. My legs wobble under me, but it’s not a problem for long. As soon as I’m upright, he backs me up against the bathroom counter, pinning me there with his sturdy body. I sigh and sag into him, my cock swelling rapidly all over again.

He puts a hand under my chin and uses it to tilt my head back. My muscles relax and tight knots deep inside me loosen. I’m more than happy to let Orion position me however he likes, undress me, order me around for the rest of the night… hell, the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it. Outside of these walls, in front of everyone else, I’ll carry the weight I have to, but in the quiet of our apartment, all I want is to be owned and used and hurt and fucking cherished by him.

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