Page 116 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Uhh.” My mind goes blank.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me, his words slow and drowsy. “You shouldn't be here. We’re not allowed to touch you.”

“I’m not here. This is all a dream,” I say, getting to my feet.

He snorts. “Then this is the best dream ever,” he groans, his hand moving to his dick as he adjusts himself.

“I should go.”

“Stay.”

“I really should go.” I chew on my lower lip. He’s high out of his mind right now, and can hardly keep his eyes open. I’m hoping he doesn’t remember any of this later, but if he does, then I guess it’s a good thing the girl they originally had here looks a lot like me.

Sylas leans his head back, his eyes heavy-lidded. His hand moves to his jeans, and he starts to undo his zipper.

My eyes lock on his hands, my breathing picking up as arousal floods my system.

“No,” he hums. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” I squeak.

He shakes his head slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’regoing to undress for me. Then you’re going to climb onto my lap and ride me like a good little whore.”

“I am?” This time, my response comes out breathless. My nipples pebble against my bra, an ache growing in my core.

I should be turning around and getting the hell out of here. This could go wrong in so many ways. I don’t know how long this drug will be in their system.

But with the way Sylas is looking at me, like a hungry predator and I’m his prey, I can’t seem to make my feet move.

I lick my lips, my breathing coming in quick, short pants as he shoves his boxers and jeans down his legs and off completely.

He wraps his hand around his thick cock, moaning as he gives it a stroke. I whimper, my thighs clamping together.

“I said to fucking strip,” he groans out the demand. “Now get naked for me.”

You know what? Fuck it. If they wake up and ask what the hell is going on, I’ll say we came by to see them, and Sylas made the advance on me. And who am I to say no?

I’ve yet to have him inside me yet. I want to know what it feels like with no one else watching. Just him and me.

Slowly, I place the bag on the ground. With trembling fingers, I undo my pants and shove them down my legs.

Sylas’ gaze is glued to me as he watches me get naked. Next to go is my shirt, then my bra and panties.

“Fucking shit, look at you,” he curses, moving his hand faster. “You’re fucking gorgeous. So pure and clean.”

“No, I’m not.”

He smirks again, his eyes so red-rimmed and glassy. “I want to leave my mark all over your body,” he moans. “Come here.”

He shifts his body and pats his lap.

I do as he asks, unable to deny him. Gripping his shoulders, I lower to my knees, one on either side of him, straddling his lap.

We’re so close, his face only an inch from mine.

“Want to know a secret?” he murmurs.

“Yes.” I nod, wanting to know everything going on inside his head.