Page 7 of The Butcher

“And you held your ground with that asshole. Didn’t scream or cry.”

“Make no mistake, I was fucking scared.”

“But you didn’t show it.” He lowered the cigar and gave me a harder stare than he had before, full of authority and command. “And that’s what matters. You reached for that wine bottle with every intention to kill—and you swung.” He took a drink, wipeda drop from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and then smiled. “And that’s fucking hot.”

My apartment was right next to Poppy Café, so literally just a few feet away from the restaurant. He walked me to the front door, painted green with two trees in planters on either side. It required a code to come and go, and the door weighed at least one hundred pounds and required two hands every time I had to open or close it.

He stopped several feet away from the door like he had no intention of coming inside. “Are you going to keep working at Silencio?”

I needed the job to keep the apartment, so I couldn’t just quit the second things got rough. Another aspect of poverty that I didn’t enjoy. “It can’t get robbed a second time, right?”

“Then I’ll see you next time, Fleur.” He turned away, the pathway lined with tall bushes in planters.

“Bastien.”

He turned back around, his blue eyes bright even from a distance in the dark, the sexiest man ever to have set foot on this road. One look at him showed he was dangerous, but that only made it harder to look away.

“You said there was a story behind my eyes. What’s the story behind yours?” Maybe it was just lust that bound me to him, but I didn’t want to let him go. Didn’t want him to slip away in the night and disappear like a phantom that was never real in the first place. He was a man so hard but with such contradictorybeauty, one who could speak the truth with a cruelty that hurt in a way that felt good.

His hands slid into his pockets as he looked at me, his shoulders shifting with the movement and showing a hint of the cut muscles underneath. “Are you inviting me inside, sweetheart?”

My entire body came alive at the prospect, the first rush of excitement I’d felt in months. Once I’d found out about Adrien’s infidelity, I’d fallen into a depression so deep, it didn’t have a bottom. But I stopped my fall and gripped the ledge, prepared to begin the climb back up. “Yes.”

A smile didn’t move across his face as I expected. It was the first time he looked at me like an opponent rather than an equal, with an unequivocal expression of warning in his steel-like gaze. “If you let me into your apartment, I’ll throw your ass on the bed. I’ll choke you. I’ll spank you so hard my handprint will still be on your ass in the morning. You’ve been warned.” He continued his stare, pulling off that statement in a way no other man ever could, and it had the intended effect because I was both scared—and fucking turned on.

So turned on, I had bumps on my arms, felt my mouth go dry, and sensed a throb down below. I held up my phone to the screen to scan the code so the door would unlock. I opened it, the hinges screaming from the weight, and then I looked at him. “Let’s see if you’re a man of your word.”

The second the apartment door was shut behind us, he was on me, pinning me against the wall in the hallway, pushing up my top and bra so my tits would come out. He gripped my ass withhis big hands and lifted me, my back to the wall, and he sealed his mouth over mine for a kiss that nearly ripped my soul from my body.

He could hold me with a single arm because he seemed like he must lift tractors in the gym. He didn’t slide his free hand into my hair but gripped one of my tits, squeezed it hard, and he flicked his thumb over my nipple, kissing me at the same time, a kiss that took the lead as I followed.

I grabbed his shirt and started to pull it over his head, having a hard time getting it off because he was all over me, kissing me so deeply I lost my train of thought, his hand squeezing my tit so hard I almost released a yelp. He was too into me to care about his clothing, so it took another tug to get it over his head and reveal what was underneath.

“Jesus Christ…” He was built. He was ripped. He had the single sexiest physique I’d ever seen—and I’d slept with some hot guys. He was so tight that cords on his body popped everywhere. I could see the definition of every muscle, the details of his body underneath the skin, the muscles hard enough to be armor. He had ink over his skin, black ink that showed death and misery and darkness, but it only enhanced just how hot he was. “You’re so fucking hot?—”

His mouth silenced my words with another kiss as he pinned me against the wall, his hand squeezing my ass through my jeans. He carried me down the hallway into the bedroom, the foot of the bed visible from the doorway. Just as he promised, he fucking threw me on the mattress.

I landed and rolled onto my stomach, my hair flipping into my face.

He grabbed my ankles and dragged me toward him before he gripped my jeans and started to tug, not even bothering to unbutton them first. He chose brute force over inconvenience and continued to tug, taking my thong with it because my clothing was skintight.

He got my bottoms to the backs of my knees then bit me right on the ass.

I released a gasp mixed with a quiet scream.

He bit my other cheek before he tugged again.

I let out another scream, louder this time because he bit me harder.

He yanked off my shoes then got my jeans and thong off before he spread my cheeks with his hands and kissed my pussy, his nose in my ass, sucking with the same force as when he’d bit me, making my body twitch and writhe from the unexpected pleasure.

“Tell me you’re on the pill.” He stood up and dropped his pants and boxers.

I looked over my shoulder, my eyes immediately on his forklift of a dick. I stared and stared, seeing the veins run from base to tip, the fat dick that would have to ram its way inside me if it wanted to fill me. “IUD.” It was all I could get out at the moment, seeing the sexiest man ever at the foot of my bed, with a dick that could support an Olympic medal around its base.

“Good.” His knees hit the bed, and he smacked me with his palm, hit me hard on the right ass cheek.

I let out a gasp from the hit. “Fuck.”

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