Page 230 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Alright then, big man.” I jump off the side of the water fountain, brushing my wild hair from my face. “What's gonna happen now?”

“You’re going to make it up to us,” Jasper says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do I have to make up for?” I ask, lifting a brow. “You losing?”

“No,” he snaps. “Stop being a fucking brat.”

“Have you met me?" I cock my head to the side. “The shy, stammering girl died a long time ago, babe. This is what was hiding underneath,” I say, waving a hand over my body.

Wesley chuckles this time.

“I’ve had enough of your mouth.” Jasper snaps, steps forward, grabbing me by the arm. “I have a better use for it.”

Now we're getting somewhere.

When he shoves me to my knees, I don’t fight, I don’t talk back. Why would I? Whatever he plans on doing with me, I’m here for it. Any and all of it.

I stare up at him through my lashes with anticipation, waiting to see what he does next.

My brows pull together when Wesley moves, stepping behind me. He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. “Be a good little whore, and maybe we’ll let you cum,” he chuckles in my ear as I feel him wrapping something around my wrists.

Damn it, he’s tying me up. And what does he mean, let me cum? That shouldn’t even be up for debate. I deserve that orgasm, dammit!

What is with this edging bullshit? We’re going to have to have a chat about that, because we’re not making that a habit.

I stare up at Jasper as Wesley binds my wrists.

Only, he doesn’t stop with my wrists. My heart starts to race as I feel rope tightening around my arms, higher and higher until it stops just below my shoulders.

When Wesley is done and takes a step back, I try to move my arms, but have no luck.

“Try fighting back now,” Jasper growls, crouching down. He cocks his head to the side, his forearms resting on his thighs as he lets his inked hands dangle between his knees. “Go on,” Jasper says. “Get up and run.”

I don’t move, there's no point. I can’t move with my arms bound like this. And I don’t want to run anymore. I want to see what they do next, how they plan on using me like they said they would.

I just stare up at him through my lashes, my breathing coming in quick, heavy pants. “That’s right, you’re not going to. Because you want this, don’t you?” He reaches down, pulling my dress up. I suck in a gasp when he slides his fingers between my legs. “No panties?” he growls. “You were hoping you’d get fucked tonight, weren’t you?”

“Maybe,” I whisper, the word thick with arousal. Can they blame me? It’s like now that I’ve gotten a taste for them, I can’t get enough.

I bite my lip, whimpering when he thrusts two fingers inside me. “She’s dripping, boys. Our dirty little whore is needy for our cocks. You’re such a cock slut, Lotus Flower. So fucking desperate to get it any chance you get.”

“Please,” I mewl.

My clit pulses with need, hips rolling in search of friction from the heel of his hand as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of me, creating a tightness that starts to build deep in my belly.

“Please, what?” he asks.

“Fuck me.” I sound like the whore they said I am. They’re not lying. I’m a whore for them, their little slut.

Jasper lets out a laugh, and normally, I’d bask in his laugh because they’re so rare. However, this one isn’t filled with joy or humor. It’s cruel, and I know, I just fucking know, they’re going to make me pay for what I did to them.

“No.” Jasper grips my chin. “I don’t think we will. Not tonight, little toy.”

I let out a cry of protest as Jasper pulls his fingers free from my aching pussy and gets to his feet.

“But don’t worry,” Sylas says, stepping forward. I watch, my mouthwatering as he works his cock free from his dress pants. “You’re still going to get our cocks.”

He wraps his hand around his shaft, giving it a few strokes, coaxing a delicious groan from his lips.