Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Caterpillar, it’s really beautiful watching you blossom,” I praise.
“When will you call me butterfly?” she asks me as Deven screams. His screaming and bleeding have no effect on her. Instead, it appears to egg her on.
“I honestly don’t think I ever will. To me, you will always be my caterpillar, but you’ve grown your wings.”
“You try to be romantic, but caterpillars are disgusting.” She shakes her head as Deven tries to army crawl away from us. He won’t get far, not with that leg.
“Not to me. They serve a purpose,” I tell her.
“Yeah, to eat and grow,” she says, her nose scrunching up.
Deven’s cries are still there in the background.
“Then they morph into a butterfly to find their mate. You are lucky, Caterpillar. You found me early, so no need to look for your mate any longer.”
“So, does that mean you’ll dance for me?” I can sense the smile behind her mask.
“Sorry, what?”
“In a few species of butterflies, did you know that the male is required to dance before the female will even let him near?”
“I don’t dance, but I do let you Hunt,” I tell her, nodding to Deven. She doesn’t even glance at him. Instead, she pulls off her mask, fully exposing those deadly, chocolate, fuck-me eyes.
“It’s time to change my perception of these woods,” she says, then starts undoing her pants. I watch as she kicks off her shoes, strips off her pants, followed by her underwear, and then grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head.
“I think you should get on your knees,” I tell her, going for the buttons of my pants and undoing them.
She obliges without argument, and she drops to her knees.
Deven makes a sound in the background, but we both ignore him. It’s not as if he can run anywhere with that fucked-up leg.
“You can come a little closer, Caterpillar.” I indicate with my finger, and she slowly crawls closer on her knees until she reaches me. My cock is out and already hard, her greedy gaze lasered in on it. “Open wide.” She does, looking up at me with those needy eyes. I pull the tie free from her hair before I wrap the strands around my hand. Moving my hips forward just a little, I nudge her lips with my dick, and she opens even wider so my hard-as-fuck cock can slide in. I only give her the tip, and her tongue circles it.
Fuck.
She spits on the end of my cock when I pull it out, so I push it back in. And she takes it like the good little whore she is.
My whore.
My wife.
My life.
THIRTY-SIX
LILITH
I taste him, suck him, and devour him as Deven screams in the background.
I couldn’t care less.
I’m so wet and needy that I want what’s in my mouth between my legs.
Now.
A few more thrusts into my mouth, and he pulls out and steps back. My eyes meet his from my kneeling position, and he smiles down at me. Under the moonlight, I see the glint of the necklace he wears, the one he stole from me.
“Tell me, Caterpillar. How bad do you want it?” His hand covers his cock, and I try to close my legs a little.
“I need it,” I say in a desperate plea. Reon chuckles softly before he beckons for me to come closer. I move to get up, but he shakes his head.
“Pick up your mask and stay on your knees as you come to me.”
We both put our masks back on, and then I knee-walk until I’m directly in front of him again. His cock twitches, and I wonder if he needs me as much as I need him right now. He lifts my chin with his finger, indicating that I should get up. I do so, standing naked in front of him, my knees covered with dirt, Deven still crying out like a baby in the background. “You were made for me, you know that?” he says.
“Was I?”
He nods and pulls me toward him. He lifts my leg and hooks it around his waist. I feel him between my legs. He moves me just a little so he can slide straight into me. When he does, he grunts, and I cup my naked breasts and squeeze them. He would never let me fall, so I drop my head back as he begins to move inside me.
I arch back a little farther, and the new position makes it easier for him to slide in and out of me. On the outside, it would appear we are in a dance, but we are far from it. No, his cock is sliding in and out of me, and it’s pure ecstasy. Then he leans down and bites my breast, all the while rocking in and out of me.
“Look, Caterpillar. Open those big brown eyes for me, and watch as your ex-husband cries while I fuck you.” I open my eyes as my head hangs backward, my hands still on my breasts as Reon holds me up. And I see Deven watching us as he cries. Whether he’s crying from the pain or from watching us, I’m not sure. But it does something to me, and it must do something to Reon, too, because in one swift movement, I’m lifted, so both my legs have to wrap around his waist, and he bounces me up and down on his cock. “Did he ever fuck you like this, Caterpillar?”