Page 34 of The Butcher

My hands moved for his jeans, and I unbuttoned them fast.

He smirked once he understood why I’d asked him to stop. He kicked his bottoms away and left the clothing somewhere at the bottom of the bed and then he rose over me, his knees separating my thighs, our bodies coming together like they’d known each other for years rather than weeks.

I moaned as I squeezed his torso with my knees, as my arms hooked over his shoulders and brought him in close. His touchalways made me burn from the inside out, made me burst like a lit firework. I dug my hand into his hair as I felt him kiss my collarbone then give my shoulder a gentle bite with his teeth.

His hand slid into the back of my hair then he forced my face toward his, his lips kissing one corner of my mouth then the other, his rock-hard dick inside me and pulsing. Then he started to rock into me. His thumb brushed my cheeks, his blue eyes hard and almost angry with their intensity.

“Oh Jesus…” I grabbed on to the bicep of one of his arms, my fingers digging into his hardness like a crevasse on a cliff. I planted my other hand on his chest, and I felt my body jerk over and over as he gave me hard thrusts like a piston in an engine, erasing any trace that Adrien or any other had been there, erasing the hurt caused by lesser men. I was already there the second his mouth sealed over my sex, so I burned like the fire and I came around his big dick with whimpers and tears.

“Fuck.” He tugged my hair, bringing my eyes to his. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

My hand slid up the tattoos on his neck, and I palmed his face. “So are you.” I dug my nails into his ass, wanting his seed inside me, to sit there and keep me warm through the night, to mark me as his when I no longer belonged to anyone.

He gripped the back of my head to keep me in place, and he pounded into me like a bulldozer into a building, demolishing it into pieces, leaving nothing but a wreck behind. His face tinted red, a blotchiness moved across his collarbone and chest, and the veins in his neck were so taut they looked like tightropes. A deep moan escaped his throat when he released, giving me a look so hard it was like he hated me, his jawline sharper than ever.

I winced as I took it, taking that big dick and its explosion at the end of my channel, but it didn’t compare to the satisfaction of receiving him, of feeling that connection that I’d only felt with him. With Adrien, I’d enjoyed the sex, but his climax was never a specific turn-on. But with Bastien, everything about it turned me on. Maybe because I knew how much it would piss off Adrien if he knew, not just that I was sleeping with someone else, but that I was begging him to come inside me like a starving beggar pleaded for food.

It was the first time we finished in a single round. He rolled off me onto the other pillow, his muscular body visible because the sheets were at our waists. The bedroom was filled with warmth because of him, not because I’d cranked up the heater a couple minutes ago.

I still wore his t-shirt and didn’t want to take it off. It felt like silk against my skin even though it was ordinary cotton. But he wouldn’t be able to leave unless I took it off, unless he walked down the street with his bare chest, and if that happened, then the city of Paris owed me a big fucking thank-you card.

I propped myself up and started to pull it off.

He grabbed the bottom and tugged it down. “You’re fine. It looks better on you anyway.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I said with a laugh because he filled out his clothes so damn well…and his naked skin too. “I assumed you had somewhere to be.”

“No.” His arm circled my lower back, and he brought me in close, hiking my leg over his hip, his hard stare locked on mine from just inches away. “You think I’m gonna let you freeze todeath?” That boyish smile returned, a hint of playfulness that lightened his intensity.

Like a balloon inflated inside me, my lips started to rise for the sky. “You are warm…” My hand moved across his chest, tracing a tattoo just beneath his collarbone. Adrien didn’t have a single tattoo. None of the guys I’d been with had any ink. I usually went for clean-cut men who wore slacks to work.

Bastien was nothing like any of them.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said. “But it’s gonna cost you.”

“Yeah?”

He gripped my ass cheek and squeezed before he gave it a gentle spank. “Oh yeah.”

“Sounds like a fair trade to me.”

His fingers gently grazed my thigh, exploring the soft skin to the back of my knee before he came back to my ass again. His blue eyes stared at me, locked on my gaze with more confidence than I’d ever felt, even on my best day. His aura was so still and so calm, like an undisturbed lake that didn’t have a single ripple, the surface dark so the contents beneath remained a mystery. “You’re a damn beautiful woman.”

I felt the softness flood into my heart and pull at my eyes. Felt myself feel something at a line he probably said to all women—but of course, I believed he only said it to me.

“And don’t you fucking forget it.”

Chapter 10

Bastien

I sat in the back of the SUV across the street, smoking my cigar with the window cracked, waiting for the show to start.

A black Hummer came around the corner, going over sixty kilometers per hour, and crashed straight into the iron gate, making one door break off the hinges while the other swung inward and knocked over the guards positioned outside. Some of them looked injured, others dead, and the others who weren’t either were smart enough to take off.

“That’s my cue, boys.” I hopped out of the car, crossed the street, strode past where the gates had been, and walked right up to the front door. It was also made of iron, the doors thirteen feet tall and pretentiously grand. Before I motioned to my guys to break it down, one of the staff was dumb enough to open the door.

“Thanks.” I shoved him aside as I made my way inside. “Adrien!” I stormed into his house like it was my own, walked through the entryway that Fleur must have walked in hundreds of times during the years she lived here. “Get your pussy-ass down here, bitch.”

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