Page 182 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Sylas chuckles. “Your pleas fall on deaf ears with me, Lola Girl.”

Nola goes to stand, to run, but Sylas pushes her back to the ground with his foot against her chest. Nola yelps, hitting the ground with a grunt. She doesn't waste time as she starts to try to get to her feet again. Sylas shoves her down again, this time onto her stomach.

“You’re so cute, thinking you can escape us.” Sylas grins like a psychopath with a new victim to torture. “Not so fast. No flying away, Little Butterfly. I’ve already clipped your wings.”

Nola still tries to scramble away.

I stand there watching, an excited thrum buzzing through my body. Jasper is on the other side, watching with a hunger I know he’s fighting against.

Sylas grabs Nola’s feet and yanks her closer to him. She screams, clawing at the ground.

To anyone else, it would look like she’s being attacked, that we’re three monsters about to rape her.

But the truth is, she knows how to end it, but says nothing as Sylas climbs on top of her.

“That's it,” Sylas grunts as he grinds her into the ground whilegrabbing a hold of her wrist to pin them behind her back. “Keep fighting, I love when I have to work for it.”

One hand is pressed to Nola’s head. Her face is turned to the side, cheek to the dirt as Sylas’ other hand is pinning her lower back down.

Sylas adjusts himself so that he can thrust into her from behind. In one go, he spears her with his cock, letting out an animalistic groan as Nola screams into the night air.

“Yeah, scream for me, baby,” Sylas manically laughs as he starts to fuck into her with rough, punishing thrusts. “I fucking love it.”

Nola whimpers, crying out for him to stop. “Please,” she begs. “It hurts. Stop.”

“Mhhm,” Sylas hums. “Feels like fucking heaven to me,” he growls against her skin before sinking his teeth into the round curve of her shoulder. When he releases her shoulder, there’s blood trickling from the bite mark as well as some on his lips and teeth. Sylas licks his lips, laughing like a crazy person again.

“This is so fucked up,” Jasper complains. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why?” I ask him, pulling my attention from the scene that’s happening in front of me. I lazily stroke my cock, loving this every bit as much as the two on the ground do.

“Because you’re hurting her.”

“So?” I lift a brow, giving my dick a squeeze. “This is no different than what we’ve done to all the other girls we’ve fucked.”

“But she’s not those girls. She’sNola!”

“And Nola isn’t the girl you thought she was. Now fucking accept that or leave.” I’m so over him being a fucking wet blanket. Our dreams are literally coming true, and I’m not going to let him ruin it.

“She didn’t say the safe word, Jasper. She could do so at any time, but she hasn’t.”

“She’s begging him to stop.” He throws his hand out, gesturing to them just as Nola lets out another‘please, stop’.

“For the love of god, stop trying to ruin the fucking illusion,” I snap.

His brows furrow, and I watch as it finally clicks in histhick skull. He’s not stupid, but when it comes to Nola, he’s blind to anything that isn’t the girl he first fell in love with all those years ago when we were kids. I know his head is probably a mess.

He just needs to see it with his own two eyes and feel it as she comes apart for him to understand.

“So good,” Sylas pants. “Your cunt is so fucking tight, Nola. I’m gonna ruin it,” he grunts, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass mixes with wet sounds of his dick entering and exiting her pussy. She’s fucking soaked. She’s so aroused that she’s making a mess of Sylas’ cock, and it has me extremely impatient to have her do the same thing to mine. I spit into my hand, pretending it’s her juices as I continue to fuck my fist to the music that is Nola’s begging.

I raise a brow and look up at Jasper. His jaw is clenched, and I can see the gears working in his brain as he debates on what he should do.

My attention flicks back down to Nola, and fuck me, I nearly cum.

Nola breathes heavily, looking a little bit defeated with her eyes clenched tightly shut as her body jerks forward with every thrust from Sylas. It’s as if she’s given up on fighting, but she still hasn’t uttered her safe word, and that has me thrusting into my hand more erratically.

“Fuck it.” Jasper finally breaks, moving to drop down to the ground in front of where Nola’s head is. He shoves Sylas’ hand from her head, then grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head up. “You really should have run when you had the chance,” he sneers, grabbing his cock and shoving it between her lips.