Butterflies & Vicious Lies (Fractured Rhymes Book 1)
Butterflies & Vicious Lies: Chapter 19

I SAID two words tonight I have never once said since I started these poker games.

I’m out.

Tossing what would have been a winning hand on the velvet table, I stood up from my seat and left. It’s a move that cost me more money than most Americans make in a year, but the look on Posie’s face when I stop the door she’s attempting to slam makes it worth every lost penny.

She had no idea I’d been that close on her heels the whole time. Why would she? I did something so wildly out of character by forfeiting the game that I even surprised myself. The last thing she would have expected me to do is follow her back into the dressing room when I have an image to uphold in front of my patrons.

I’ve never spent so much time in this room as I have tonight. Hell, now that I think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever stepped foot in here before, and now I’m shoving the door Posie’s holding on to for dear life open so I can force my way in.

Wrestling the door easily out of her control, I step inside the room, and she backs away from me. By the look on her face, she seems to be more exasperated than scared that I’m trapping her in this room with me. Perhaps it’s because she hasn’t quite figured out that’s exactly what I plan on doing to her. I’m trapping her here until I’ve had my fill.

“Why’d you run off?” I ask her, shutting and locking the door behind me. “I wasn’t done with you.”

Her chin lifts and her arms cross in front of her, as if to create a barrier between us. “I was done with you.”

“Is that so?”

Her response is an immediate “Yes.”

Like we’re dancing, I match every move she makes. For every one of her steps back, I take a step forward. Any space she creates between us, I take back. Like well-rehearsed choreography, we do this until her back touches the plaster of the far wall.

Nowhere to go now, I press my palms on either side of her head and cage her in. Looking for a way to escape, her honey eyes dart around me, but we both know that there’s no getting around me in such a tight space. I would be pulling her back by her hair before she could make it two feet.

Posie’s tongue wets her bottom lip and her chest heaves with rapid breaths as she lifts her head so she can look at me and not my chest. “What do you want, Rafferty?’

“I want you to finish what you started out there.”

Her eyes flick down to where my cock is straining against my slacks. “Take care of it yourself, or better yet, I’m sure there’s someone out there who would be more than willing to finish you off. I would even wager they’ll fight over who gets to fall to their knees. It’ll be the highlight of the year getting to suck off the great and powerful Rafferty Blackwell—sorry, it’s Wilde now, right?”

My body has a visceral reaction to hearing my old last name. My father’s face flashes in my head along with the unapologetic look he’d given me that night. There wasn’t a sliver of remorse in his eyes when he got in the back of that car.

“It’s Wilde,” I bite. “And I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” Leaning close, I trail my nose down the side of her face and breathe in the sweet citrus smell that clings to her skin. Her breath skips as I do so.

Shifting restlessly against the wall, her head shakes. “Rational people don’t want to fuck the people they claim to hate the most.”

“When have I ever claimed to be rational?” I murmur in her ear before scraping my teeth on her earlobe. Startled by this, Posie jolts and her hands instinctively fly up to push me away. Even after she discovers I can’t be swayed, her palms remain pressed to my abdomen. My muscles tighten under her warm touch. “You’re wrong, by the way. People who hate each other definitely want to fuck. Ever heard of hate-fucking? It’s popular for a reason.”

“I don’t hate you.”

I wish you did. It’d be so much easier. “Pretend you do.” Taking a hand off the wall, I trail the pads of my fingers across the metal butterfly on her throat before dragging them down and over the swell of her breast. There’s a sharp, barely audible inhale when I graze over her scarcely covered nipple. “I’ve drugged you, blackmailed you, and made you my bitch. That should be plenty for you to draw anger from. Pretend you hate me as much as I hate you, and even though it’s a pathetic lie, pretend you hate when I touch you.”

“Who says it’s a lie?” she sniffs indignantly.

Finger trailing lower, I make slow circles around her belly button. Her skin is growing warmer by the second and her muscles are quaking under my touch. She turns into stone when I travel inches lower and tease the edge of her thong just as I did earlier.

“I bet your pussy would. Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t been wet since we first left this room?” Her hand wraps around my wrist like a vise and panic reflects in her eyes when I slip my fingers beneath her thong’s waistband. Her actions speak louder than words, but I still want to hear her say it. “One way or another, I’m going to replace out. I’m giving you a chance to be honest with me for once.”

Glaring at me, she snarls, “Fuck you.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. You will be soon.”

Delving deeper beneath the fabric, her teeth sink into her pink bottom lip and as if she’s too embarrassed to witness me discover her not-so-secret arousal. The soft, almost pitiful sounding, whimper that comes from her is music to my ears when I graze her clit. Her body jerks against mine, but she still doesn’t try to escape my touch.

When my fingers sink inside her without resistance, I chuckle in her ear. “And you said you were done with me. You’re such a fucking liar.”

Her hips jerk as I slowly pump in and out of her. She doesn’t want to like it, but she does. The hand that holds onto my wrist shifts in a way that causes her nails to dig into my flesh. No doubt I’ll have scratches there tomorrow.

I finger fuck her until she’s panting hard and grinding against my hand. Just as she’s reaching the brink, I pull out of her and retract my hand from her thong.

With a frustrated cry, Posie throws her head against the wall behind her. “God, you’re such an asshole.”

“What? Did you really think I’d let you come that easily?” I sink the fingers coated in her arousal into my mouth and groan in approval. “Who knew traitorous pussy would taste so good?”

She glares at me, but it doesn’t have the desired effect she was aiming for. I want to see her get fiery and mad. This arrangement won’t be any fun for me if she remains as docile as she’s been. I want her to do what I say, but I also want her to fight me on it.

“Either keep touching my traitorous pussy or leave so I can get myself off,” she snaps, shoving at my chest again to emphasize her words.

I shake my head with a disapproving tsk. “You’ll do no such thing. The only person who’s making you come for the foreseeable future is me, and if I replace out you’ve used your fingers or a fucking vibrator to get yourself off, I will put you over my knee and spank you until your ass blisters. And trust me, I will know if you do.” The camera I put in her bedroom ensures it. “When you’re horny, you will have to come to me and ask me to take care of it.”

Rage takes over her features and her jaw tics as her teeth grind.

Lowering my head, I brush my lips over her bare shoulder. When her body relaxes from the touch, I then scrape my teeth over the same spot just so she doesn’t get too comfortable.

“Ask me, Posie,” I instruct against her soft skin. “Ask me for what you want.”

She hesitates, her whole body shaking as it fights to not tell me what I want to hear.

With a dejected sigh, she gives in. “Please make me come, Rafferty.”

Her reluctant acceptance is the sweetest sound, and it has the reins of my control snapping. “That’s my good girl,” I praise darkly as my fingers wrap around the leather garter belt circling her hips. Not being gentle in the slightest, I whirl her smaller body around. The air rushes out of her lungs when her chest collides with the wall she’d just been leaning on.

The outfit I’d made her wear was intended to embarrass her. It hadn’t crossed my mind I would be appreciating it for the easy access it gives me as I hadn’t planned on touching her. Yet here I am, delighted as fuck that I only have to shift her black thong to get to what I want.

Pulling her hips back, I tell her, “Put your hands flat on the wall and bow your back as much as you can. I don’t care if it hurts. If you move from this position even an inch, I will stop. Do you understand?”

Her head nods, but that’s not enough. My hand coming down on her bare ass cheek has a yelp escaping her lips. “Words, Posie. I want to hear you tell me you understand.”

She swallows hard before answering. “I understand.”

With her legs slightly spread, Posie moves her hips back as far as she can while keeping her palms on the white wall. Loving the way her spine is perfectly curved, I trace my fingers along it. Responsive as ever to my touch, goose bumps dance across her skin in my wake.

She tries to turn her head to look at me when I kneel behind her. “Uh-uh. What did I just say about moving? Keep looking straight ahead.”

Moving her thong as far to the side as I can, I bury my face in her hot core. At the first swipe of my tongue through her slit, her entire body shudders and I groan against her sensitive flesh. Fuck, how I’ve missed this. We were only teenagers, but I knew then that I was going to spend the rest of my life between her thighs. She was it for me. There would never be anyone I wanted more than Posie Davenport, but she destroyed that dream along with everything else.

“Oh god…” she moans.

Licking, sucking, biting. I devour her like a man starved. Her hips grind against my face just the way I like it as I spear my tongue in and out of her over and over again. She always preferred my tongue over my fingers, it’s good to see that hasn’t changed.

Reaching around her waist with my free hand, I slip my fingers under the fabric of her thong and begin to strum her clit. The intensity of having both my mouth and fingers on her has her hand flying off the wall and wrapping around my wrist. I’m not sure if it’s meant to slow me down or encourage me to speed up, but either way I come to a complete stop. I pull away from her cunt with an agitated growl.

The sound that comes out of her is a hoarse sob. She knows what she did wrong. Her hand releases me and returns to the wall. “No, please. I didn’t mean to. I’ll be good.”

I lick my wet lips and smirk hearing this. “I fucking love it when you beg, Butterfly.”

“Please. Don’t stop, Raff. I was so close.”

Sinking my teeth into the curve of her ass, she cries out in pain. “That was your one chance. You fuck up again, I’m going to make you leave here needy and desperate for me.”

I admire the bite mark I’d left on her smooth skin. Something primal in me loves seeing my mark on her. Every time I look at the collar she wears, the possessive part of me purrs with satisfaction.

“I won’t move. I promise.”

I pick up where I left off, and quickly bring her closer to the edge. With every stroke of my tongue her body writhes and moves as if she’s unable to control her movements. The soft cries and moans that keep coming from her incite me. Relentlessly, I assault her with pleasure from both my mouth and fingers until she’s screaming my name.

She comes on my face, and while she does, I never let up. I greedily lick up every drop with my tongue, and as she comes down, my fingers continue to create small circles around her clit. With each pass, her body twitches with aftershocks and I don’t stop until she’s completely come back down from her high.

Standing to my feet, I undo the buttons of my black dress shirt and throw it off to the side. Posie, whose head hangs to her chest between her raised arms, perks up when the unmistakable sound of my zipper going down fills the small room. I know she’s fighting the urge to look back at me, but she does as commanded, and stares at the blank wall before her.

I almost tell her to look back so she can see how hard she’s made me but decide I’d rather her just feel it instead. “Let’s see how well your body remembers how to take my cock.”

Dipping my hand back between her soaked thighs, I gather some of the wetness left there and use it to lubricate my dick. Admiring the way her ass is a pretty shade of pink from my rough touches, I stroke myself, paying extra attention to the piercing. Once, twice, three times.

“Did your pussy miss me?”

Not yet thrusting inside her, I line myself up behind her and slide through her wet center. She gasps when the head of my cock bumps against her clit.

“Tell me, Posie. Am I still the only man that’s fucked your cunt?” I feel confident asking such a devious question because I already know the answer. I know each of the names of the men she spent time with on the East Coast. Their phone numbers, social security numbers, home addresses, and work addresses were also delivered to me. If a man so much as breathed the same air as Posie for too long, his information was sent to me.

“That’s none of your business.”

“False,” I growl, nudging the entrance of her pussy. I push forward, just barely stretching her before pulling back and continuing on with what I was doing before. With each stroke through her pussy lips, my cock is further coated in her arousal. “Everything about you is my business. Now, answer the fucking question.”

With a frustrated sigh, she does something she historically hasn’t been good at. She tells the truth. “I dated a couple guys while I was gone. It was never serious, and it never got very far. None of them ever…” she trails off, fighting off the moan I pull from her when I bump her clit again. “I never fucked them. So, for whatever it’s still worth to you, Raff, you’re the only one I’ve been with.”

With triumph spreading in my veins, I smirk. “It’s still worth everything.”

Holding on to her hip, my fingers digging into her skin in a bruising touch, I push inside of her. Posie’s mouth opens in a silent gasp, and as I ease deeper, she stops breathing altogether. The world around us fails to exist and I’m momentarily brought back to the world where there’s only her and me. Every thought and cell in my body is consumed by her.

Fully seated inside her, I come out of the haze I replace myself in. It’s been almost six years since I fucked her, and like a junky relapsing on their favorite drug, I begin to chase the high that’s waiting for me.

I pull back and drive into her. Ruthlessly and without any restraint, I take everything I want from her. Her muscles squeeze around me eagerly, like a welcoming hug, every time I bury myself to the hilt inside her.

Despite all the time that’s passed since she was properly fucked, she doesn’t shy away from the brutality of my movements. She meets each of them with her own vigor and unyielding need. Knowing she’s going to be sore as fuck tomorrow from this—from me—pleases me.

“Such a whore for my cock,” I bite, my fingers wrapping around her long ponytail.

She grunts when I force her head back. I suck and bite at her neck, right over the leather choker she wears. She’ll have marks there tomorrow and I hope she wears them with the same kind of dignity she wears my collar. I’m going to have to keep coming up with ways to brand her as mine. I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up one morning wanting to tattoo my name across her perfect ass.

I would love to see my name peeking out the side of her leotard while she danced.

At this new angle, her head is slightly turned. Her dazed and heavy eyes lock with mine. Her face is close enough that I can feel each of the rapid pants that escape her parted lips against mine. In the past, this is when I would have kissed her. I loved when I got to swallow her moans as she came.

Instead, I decide to make her choke on them. Releasing my hold on her hair, I shove my fingers that still taste of her into her mouth. She gags when they go just a little too far. Posie tries to move her head to free herself, but I push down harder on her tongue, keeping her in place.

A mixture of moans and choking sounds fill the room as we both barrel toward our own climaxes. The walls of her cunt begin to quiver around my dick, and my spine begins to tingle. Everything feels like it’s too hot—the room, the air we breathe, our skin.

Posie falls over the edge first. Her teeth sink into my fingers, and for a moment, I worry she might actually bite them off, but all care leaves me as white-hot pleasure blasts through my system.

I thrust deeply once more inside Posie. We groan in unison as my hot cum fills her pussy.

Both of us panting hard, I remove my fingers from her mouth and wipe the drool I’d caused from her chin with the back of my hand. Her arms are shaking as she struggles to keep herself in my desired position against the wall.

Her breath catches in her throat when my still semi-hard cock slips from her center. As I watch my cum drip out of her, I can’t help but wonder if fucking her was the best or worst thing I could have done.

Gathering what’s already escaped her pussy, I push it back inside her with my thumb. “I want you to feel me dripping out of you on your ride home so you remember what a good whore you were for me.”