Page 92 of Breaking Sanity
“Where are you going,” he asks.
“A place I want to show Alley. Don’t worry, she’ll behave. Won’t you,” I ask, letting the threat in my tone bleed through.
“Umm…” She looks between us, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth contemplating.
“Your hesitation isn’t comforting, Little One.”
“I’ll behave but I don’t want to go,” she admits.
“Good thing you don’t get a choice.” I smile. “Either get dressed or I will drag you out like that. I do like easy access.”
And a bratty attitude apparently!
Fuck, he’s a chatty Kathy today. Worse than a backseat driver! I wish he would shut the fuck up for two seconds.
“You’re sick,” she snaps, grabbing a pair of leggings from the folded pile on the floor.
I sneak up behind her while she drags the stretchy spandex up concealing the luscious curves, I want to sink my teeth into. My hands land on hers when she pulls them up high on her waist. She doesn’t make a move to stop me, so I ghost my fingers over her hands then across the top of the waist band, getting her to suck in a staggered breath. A smile grows across my face as I run my hands slowly, moving over her shirt placing them on her hips. Alley stays frozen while I sensually explore her curves on my way up to the top button. Using her still stunned state to my advantage, I start unbuttoning the shirt she is wearing. It makes her smell like Baron and I’m not a fan of his scent on her right now.
I unbutton the last one, letting the shirt partly open. Teasingly, using my fingers to go down the swells of her beasts, past her rib cage, her scarred belly button and stop at the top of her leggings, sliding my finger back and forth.
“Oh Butterfly, you have no clue how sick I am, but trust me,” I whisper, my tone dripping with promise. “You will be begging for my type of sickness when I am done with you.”
Her lips part as my hand dives underneath the spandex to cup her cunt through the underwear I so wished she wasn’t wearing. Alley gasps in surprise but makes nomove to remove my hand or stop me. She is so fucking warm, which is a contradiction to the coolness of the slightly damp fabric. I start to rub her through the flimsy cotton making her gasps turn into quiet whimpers. Using my free hand, I fist her hair and yank it. She lets out a yelp as her head collides with my chest. Swiftly leaning down, I quiet her as I latch my mouth to hers. She groans when my tongue tangles with hers, while pushing the damp material to the side and pinch her clit. Her moan vibrates throughout me. Every fiber of my being, and Nik’s, are screaming to just rip these clothes off and fuck here right here right now.
Kissing was never appealing to either of us for obvious reasons, but the irresistible urge to keep my lips glued to hers is too hard to resist. I can taste her soul as I devour her, bringing the light back to my blackened tattered one. The way Alley melts into me while I am consuming her is something I have never had before.
Since my birth, so to speak, I have been Nik’s black Butterfly. His shadow, the darkness that protects his broken pieces. I was born after the death of his kindness and now I guide him and make him stronger. I am death reborn. Alley is my red Butterfly. The one that is full of life, passion, resilience, and of course beauty. With the added side ofviolence and anger, like a vengeful fallen angel. A perfect blend of life and death forever in a cycle.
Like I said, she is a damn addiction, which we have no issue being the addict. Though if I don’t end this, we will not be leaving this room, but we need to. I have two idiots I need to torture.
Reluctantly, I slowly remove my hand from her pussy and release her hair but grab the collar on the shirt. I push her forward and rip the shirt off as she falls.
Impulsivity one, being nice zero.
“Wear this one.” I fist the back of mine and pull it over my head, throwing it at her.
“Nik.” Vaughn tries to stop me.
“Get her downstairs and in one of the vehicles. Get the two guys Baron uses to follow her to come with us. This is not up for debate, Vaughn.”
I storm out and head to my room for a new shirt and to wash her scent off my hand. Fuck, it’s intoxicating.
By the time I get to the blacked-out SUV, Alley is already in the back seat wearing her leggings and a hoodie.My shirt better be under that hoodie, if not there will be consequences. I hop in the back with her and hand my phone to Eagle. I don’t acknowledge the driver, Shadow, though.
I know it’s more than childish, but I couldn’t care less. He deserves to have his balls in a vice right now. Don’t get me wrong, the more the puzzle pieces fall into place the more I get fucking pissed at Eagle too. Shadow just gets the brunt of my irritation because of who he is, even if he doesn’t remember. I would have figured it out a lot sooner, if he wasn’t constantly wearing that fucking mask. Fucker only takes it off around Baron, and I know damn well Vaughn, Carson, and Gunner don’t remember him, but they do remember Eagle. So, probably it’s a good thing Eagle keeps his mask on, especially around G. But I’ll digress.
“It’s a two-hour drive,” I say, looking at Alley. “I expect you to be on your best behavior there and back.”
She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms over her chest, and looks out the window. She decides that answering me is below her today, apparently. This girl seriously knows how to push every fucking button.
I take what I said back, she is more than childish, and I am a fucking upstanding adult.
You both are pretty childish, Caine.
“Butterfly, is that a yes?”
“It’s a whatever, Pretty Boy,” she mumbles.
