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“Butcher!” she gasped, and I grinned.

I gripped her hips and set a brutal pace, fucking her as if it were my last time. It might damn well be. Pulling her hips up and back, I set her on her knees, her weight resting on her shoulder as her cheek pressed into the bed. She looked so fucking beautiful like this. I watched as my cock disappeared inside her pussy, breathing hard as I fucked her.

“Butcher! I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah, come for me, baby. Let me feel that pussy grip me tight.”

“I want...to be touched.”

Keeping one hand on her hip to steady her as I thrust into her, I reached around and gripped her tit, enjoying the weight in my hand before I moved downward. My fingers pressed into her clit and rubbed in tight circles. She whimpered as soon as I touched her and her cunt clamped down on my cock.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” I growled.

I was close, but she hadn’t come yet. No way was I leaving her hanging. I wanted her to come again. To soak my cock while I filled her up with my cum.

I leaned over her and whispered into her ear, “Come for me. Let me feel it, baby. Now.”

The demand did it. Her back arched as her pussy spasmed around my dick. That was all I needed. One more thrust and I was filling her.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I came. My hips rocked against her as my release flowed through me, filling her up until I realized she was probably uncomfortable after so much time of resting on her shoulder. I pulled out of her and untied the rope. Scooping her into my arms, I laid us back on the bed.

A disgruntled growl cut through my post orgasm haze but I just grinned with my eyes closed as my woman curled up to my front and her vicious cat cuddled begrudgingly against my back.

CHAPTER 19

Isla

My eyes opened slowly and I frowned. I was lying in bed, wrapped up in Butcher’s arms. Why was I awake? I didn’t normally have trouble sleeping, and Butcher had made sure that I was both worn out and satisfied right before we’d both fallen asleep. Then I realized it was a sound that woke me. Murder was growling low in her throat. I forced my breathing to stay even and deep as I strained to listen. There was a sound, whatever had alerted Murder. A shuffling sound of someone moving. Someone was in Butcher’s room with us.

I reached over and put my hand on her side, silently asking her to wait and not attack yet. There were times I was sure this cat was telepathic. As soon as I touched her, she laid back down and stopped growling, willing to allow me to take care of this nonsense that was waking her up so early.

It was pitch black, still the middle of the night, so as long as I didn’t move too fast, I wouldn’t alert whoever it was. I reached out tothe nightstand and breathed a little easier when my hand wrapped around Stabby. There were more sounds as the person moved across the room toward the closet. The closet that was full of weapons.

Odd. They were light on their feet, barely making a sound with each foot step. At the same time, she didn’t seem to be worried about being caught. She was muffling giggles and an occasional snort slipped out. Who the fuck was this? If she was an assassin she wouldn’t be for long.

I disentangled myself from Butcher’s arms, swinging my legs over the bed. As quietly as I could, I stood and followed after the woman. The room wasn’t that big, but since it was so dark I wanted to make sure I hit her when I threw my knife. I crept up to the closet and readied myself. “Name.”

The scream was so loud I moved backward a whole step before I realized what I was doing. Somehow, she’d managed to scare the shit out of me with that screech. Of all the times I’d held a knife to someone’s throat, not one ever screamed like this chick. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so confused.

“What the fuck?” Butcher bellowed, turning the bedside lamp on.

Murder lifted her head, content to watch the humans sort their shit out on their own.

Squinting at the bright light, I stared at the woman in the closet. She was still screaming. “Stop it!”

She didn’t stop. In fact, she got even louder. She was crouched down in the corner next to Butcher’s massive gun safe. And her pants were down around her ankles. Her screams cut off abruptly and turned into sobbing whimpers. Then the smell hit me. She was peeing. In the closet, on herself and on everything under her.

Turning my head I came nose to barrel with a gun. Butcher was holding it, glaring down at the woman in the closet. “Who are you and why the fuck are you in my room?”

The woman was sobbing too hard to answer, but she was still crouched in the corner.

Butcher wrinkled his nose. “What the fuck?”

“You scared the piss right out of her,” I told him, trying not tolaugh. The look he shot me told me that he didn’t find this funny. I bit the insides of my lips, trying to hold back the laughter that was fighting to escape.

The door opened behind us, and Butcher glared over his shoulder. “Does this belong to you?”

“Whoops, yeah, that’s mine,” Toxic slurred. “Was wondering where she went. She was looking for the bathroom... Is she pissing in your closet?”

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