“No, Daddy. I’ll never do it again. Please don’t hit me.” My sweet Butterfly, playing up her role.

“I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I have, Daddy. I’m yours and only yours.”

Her pussy clenches, and I feel like she’s gonna rip my cock right off, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. “You’re taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl. So I’m gonna let you choose where you want me to come.”

“In my pussy, Daddy. Put it in my pussy.”

“Fuck, Em,” I groan as I hit her ass one more time and come deep in her hot, tight cunt. I lift my foot off her, but when she tries to move, I hold her in place. “Not so fast, Butterfly. Scoot your sexy ass up on the bed.”

She moves up, and I lie down under her wet cunt, watching as our cum drips out of her before grabbing her ass and forcing her down on my mouth.

“What are you doing?” she asks, panic lacing her voice.

“Eating dessert.” I lap at her cunt, paying extra attention to her clit, before she loses balance and crashes closer to my face. “We taste so good together, baby.”

“I’m going to come,” she whimpers right before she gushes all over my face.

I suck on her cunt, gathering everything I can before I flip her over and climb on top of her. I slap her face, nudging her to open. When she doesn’t, I smile and plug her nose and grab her throat, taking her choice away. Her mouth falls open and I spit our cum directly into her mouth and kiss her. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

I climb off her and pull her into my arms. Emily smiles, kissing my nose before she wiggles out of my arms. She pushes me on my stomach and climbs on top.

Her wet pussy grinds against my body. My cock stiffens again, feeling her so close. Her hand moves up my body. I should have taken all my clothes off instead of just my pants. I still haven’t shown her tenderness and care, just animalistic fucking, but she drives me crazy. When I’m with her, I have no damn control. It’s like ten years of pent-up need unleashes with nowhere to go but towards insanity.

Her hands touch mine, our fingers intertwining, before I hear the click of the cuffs. Oh, fuck, no. I turn to grab her hand with my free one, but I’m too slow. She’s got that one in the cuffs, too.

“What are you doing, Butterfly?”

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Her eyes sparkle as she walks over to the knife and slides the pointed tip of the blade slowly down her hand.

I smile into the sheets. “You wanna mark me, beautiful? Go ahead.”

I see her face fall at my confession. She thinks I wouldn’t let her do the same to me as I did to her. She doesn’t even know I’ve already mapped her on my body. She catches herself quickly before she jumps onto my back and lifts my shirt.

“Stone,” she whispers as her hand traces the tattoo covering my back. She drops the knife and shakes as she begins to sob.

“Let me out of the cuffs, Butterfly.”

Her hands are shaking as she grabs the keys and moves to my bound hands. “When did you get it?”

Chapter Fourteen

EMILY

“The one on my back? I got it when I got out. I didn’t want some inmate butchering it. It’s a pretty colossal piece.”

My hand reaches for his back. I trace the fine lines of my face, sixteen-year-old me laughing in the sunlight with my hair blowing in the wind. He covered his whole back with my image. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s not the only one.”

He turns over, and I gasp when I see his chest. On his left pectoral muscle near his heart is a pretty blue butterfly in flight. He shifts on the bed. Along his right side, my name’s tattooed in large, bold letters, and on his left arm, there is a broken heart with the date Stone killed my father.

The sobs take control, and I cry for the second time that night at everything I’ve lost, that we’ve lost. Two strong arms reach for me, pulling me towards him, and there, in the safety of Stone’s embrace, I let go. “We lost so much time.”

Stone kisses my head, pressing me closer to his body. “We’ve still got a lot of time left.”

I cover my face with my hands. “So much has happened.”

“Then tell me. I’ll take on the burden, Butterfly, and the pain. I’ll be that for you. I don’t want you to have to suffer alone. I’m here now. Never leaving you again.”

I shake my head. There’s no way I’m telling him anything until I find out what happened that night, ten years ago. “No.”

“Damn it, Em.” Stone lets me go, and I notice how cold it is without his arms keeping me warm. He sits up on the bed and rakes his hand through his hair. “Why the fuck won’t you tell me? Let me help you.”

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