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  “You’re afraid. Scared of everything, of this… of us.”

  My breath caught and still I stayed silent.

  “That’s okay, baby,” he murmured deeply. “You don’t have to say a word for me to know exactly who you are, exactly what you want and need.”

  And then he leaned down and captured my mouth with his. A gasp left me at the feel of his powerful kiss, at the feel of his strong lips on mine, of his tongue stroking, taking what he wanted.

  Butcher’s kiss was hard, demanding, and when his hands landed on each side of my face, tilting my head, holding me in place, controlling me so I was helpless against him, all I could do was feel all of him. And I didn’t stop him, didn’t push him away. I wanted more. So much more.

  And God did it feel incredible.

  I didn’t care about anything at this moment. I only focused on Butcher and how he made me feel.

  This whole situation was bad for me, and hell, Butcher was the worst kind of bad I could get involved with right now, but I didn’t care. Because in this moment, all I could think about was how it felt to have him finally kissing me. All I worried about was how far I’d let this go. Everything else was a distant, long-forgotten memory.

  Butcher shoved me back against the wall, the cold, rough surface causing a gasp to leave me, the sensation of his hard chest against mine, sandwiching me between him and the building, having desire move through me like a freight train.

  I moaned.

  “That’s it, girl. That’s so fucking it, Poppy.” He cupped my hips, his big hands making me feel small and feminine. Then again, he didn’t need to touch me to make me feel that way around him.

  He was a force to be reckoned with all on his own.

  He slid his hands down my hips, over the base of my spine, and cupped my ass, squeezing the mounds and causing a shot of lust to claim me. For a second, he just held the globes, but then he let out this low groan against my mouth, curled his fingers into the denim of my pants, and pulled me fully against him.

  “Fuck. Yeah.”

  Butcher stroked his tongue along mine, kissing me harder, more possessively. I had never done anything like this, never been taken by a man, kissed, touched. I was truly innocent in every aspect of the word.

  I was so wet, my underwear soaked clean through, the material rubbing against the sensitive flesh of my pussy. It probably didn’t help that I was buzzed and high.

  It probably didn’t help that I wanted him with everything in me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Poppy

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he took me to his bedroom, as I let him.

  Once inside, he had me pressed up against the door and moved his hands down only far enough so he could grab the waistband of my pants, popping the button free, pulling the zipper down, then slowly working the material over my hips and down my thighs. He was slow and meticulous with his actions, as if he was worried I might stop this.

  He panted hard against my mouth, his long, thick, and huge cock digging into my belly as he ground himself into me. His jeans blocked real contact, hid the truth of how massive his dick really was. But I felt it, could imagine how it would feel inside me, stretching me.

  And then it was like something snapped in him, something making his control go completely out the window.

  He became an animal.

  He became the man I’d envisioned.

  “You like my hands on you, don’t you, Poppy?”

  I didn’t say anything, didn’t want to admit anything.

  “You want this, Poppy. You want me.” His voice was low and deep, like a feral beast. “Tell me. Be truthful about it for once in your life.”

  I’d never admit I wanted this, that I wanted him. Wouldn’t tell Butcher, because that would be a weakness, and I couldn’t be weak in this moment.

  Could I?

  But as I stared at him, as he watched me, I felt the chemistry consume me like nothing else I’d ever felt in my life.

  “Go on, Poppy, you sweet little thing. Tell me,” he demanded, his voice hard, unyielding. He grabbed on to my ass even harder, made me gasp out from the pain and pleasure he caused.

  I breathed out, trying to sound like he wasn’t affecting me as much as he really was. “I can’t say that.” I whispered those words so low I didn’t even know if he heard me.

  And then before I knew what was happening, Butcher had one hand curling over the mound of my bottom and slipping his fingers between my thighs. He grabbed the material of my panties, pulled it taut until it dug into my cleft, sending electricity and pleasure through me, and then I heard material tearing. He took a step back and stared at me.

  My pussy was soaking wet, my panties—drenched from my arousal—hanging in Butcher’s hand, close to his face. He growled low and my pussy tingled even more.

  “You can lie, pretend, Poppy, but this right here”—he lifted up the underwear to show me—“this right here says otherwise.” And then Butcher brought that material to his nose and inhaled deeply, and a gasp left me at the sound, at the sight of him watching me as he obscenely inhaled my wet underwear, knowing it turned him on.

  I couldn’t stop what was about to happen next.

  I wouldn’t.

  * * *

  Butcher

  I had Poppy back in my room, away from prying eyes, in a matter of minutes. I all but dragged her through the clubhouse, growling at anyone who tried to stop me, to try to talk to me. They knew better than to get in my way when I was focused, and I sure as fuck was focused when it came to Poppy.

  I wanted her alone, surrounded by my things, by my scent. I didn’t want anyone looking at her, hell, thinking about her. I wanted her to myself, because I was a selfish bastard.

  And once I had her in my bedroom, the door shut and locked, her back pressed up against it, I took a step back and looked my fill.

  She was burning me alive and all I wanted to do was forget about my self-control, let the animal inside me free, and show her exactly what it meant to be mine.

  I placed my hand between her thighs again, right over her now bared pussy, and added some pressure. “No point in trying to fight it, baby. Your body is ready for me, primed.”

  She gasped, and I wanted to swallow that sound whole.

  “You’re fucking soaking for me, Poppy girl.”

  “It’s the alcohol and weed,” she whispered, but the way she said it told me she knew it was a lie.

  Hell, I knew she was fucking lying.

  I saw the way she watched me, how she’d bite her lip on occasion, not realizing I noticed. I saw the way her nipples beaded under her shirt when she happened to see me working out, how her pupils dilated.

  She could lie, but her body’s reaction to me couldn’t.

  “Whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better for wanting a criminal, baby.”

  And then I pushed her against the wall, the pictures hanging right beside her head shaking from the force.

  I slipped my hand down her belly, along her hipbone, and right between her thighs. Fuck, she was saturated with her need. The little sound she made for me, a half cry, half whimper, had my cock jerking almost violently. I held up my hand, my fingers glistening from her wetness, and gripped her chin with my other hand.

  “Open,” I demanded, knowing I probably should be gentle, make this easy for her, but fuck, I couldn’t.

  I watched her eyes widen, saw her lips part. I slipped my fingers into her mouth, made her taste herself, taste the fact that she couldn’t lie to me, that she couldn’t hide how she wanted me like a fiend.

  “You heard me. Lick your arousal off my fingers, Poppy.”

  She ran her tongue along the digits, staring right in my eyes, sucking the cream off them.

  “You like this, don’t you? You like that I’m making you do this, making you a dirty girl.”

  She hummed, nodded.

  I didn’t stop the deep, harsh groan that left me.

  “Yeah, you like it,”
I said more to myself. I slipped the fingers from her mouth, slipped them into mine, licking off the remnants of her juices, tasting her on my tongue.

  I took a step back, looked at her for long seconds, then groaned and got down on my knees. I had my hands on her hips, looked up at her, urged her without words to give me what I wanted.

  I slid my hand along the back of her thigh, gripped her knee, and lifted it up. She braced her hands on the wall behind her, placed her leg over my shoulder, and I stared between her thighs, at the sweet, pink, and tight little virgin pussy in front of me.

  “God, look at you,” I whispered. “Look at how wet your cunt is, how soaked you are for me.” I closed my eyes and inhaled. “Look at how pink you are, how fucking sweet you smell.”

  Slowly trailing my gaze up her body, I stared into her face. “You like this, Poppy girl?”

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  I blew warm breath across her folds, and then I framed her pussy with my hands, pulling those tight little lips apart, exposing her to me even more. I swallowed, heard how loud it was, felt my body tighten.

  “I’m going to mouth-fuck you until you come all over my face.” I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

  And then I had my mouth on her pussy, moving my tongue through her cleft, parting her folds as I ate her out with fervor. I had one hand on the back of her ass, keeping her pressed to my mouth as I did exactly what I said I would… ate her pussy out like I was starving. I squeezed the cheek of her ass at the same time I dipped my tongue into her body. I fucked her with my tongue and lips, and dragged my teeth along her sensitive flesh.

  I skated my hand toward her pussy, touched her clit, rubbed small circles around it. “Come for me, baby.”

  And just like that… she came for me.

  A low, keening cry left Poppy, and she speared her hands in my hair, tugging at the strands, pulling at them hard enough that I hissed in pleasure.

  She started shamelessly grinding her pussy against my face, against my mouth. I groaned, the deep vibrations having her moan and tug at my hair harder.

  I gave her pussy one last long lick, like I was sucking on a lollipop, making sure I got all the flavor, and then stood. I grabbed her ass again with both hands and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of my cock press into her belly.

  I pressed my lips against hers again, ran my tongue along the seam before plunging it into her mouth. God, she tasted so fucking good, a mixture of the alcohol she’d drunk and her passion.

  She moaned against my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, neither of us able to stop this. But before I could take this further, I pulled back, retreating a step.

  I stared at her, the dim light in the room doing nothing to hide her from me. “I need you, Poppy, and you need me, baby.”

  She nodded, not speaking, not denying it.

  I reached down and palmed myself through my jeans, an obscene gesture sure, but fuck, one that I couldn’t stop from doing.

  “Tell me what you want,” I demanded.

  She didn’t speak for a moment, just watching me, hesitation and need written on her face. Finally, she breathed out slowly.

  “I need to forget. I need to live. I need to feel… alive.”

  I growled low. I’d make her feel alive. “You’re mine. You know what that means, Poppy? You know what that means to a man like me?”

  She nodded, still not speaking, but that was okay. She’d given me the right answer.

  I rubbed myself through my jeans again for several long seconds, just watching her, not moving or speaking. I had to move this along. I pulled the zipper down on my jeans, reached between the fly, and pulled my cock out. She lowered her gaze to the big fucking dick I revealed.

  I knew the sight of me stroking myself, of running my hand up and down my length, turned her on. I could see it by the way her pupils dilated.

  I worked my cock out through the fly of my jeans, watching as her eyes widened. The fact that she was transfixed at the sight turned me on even more. The slit was wet with pre-cum, and when I shifted on my feet, I swore I could feel her body heat slam right through my dick.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I demanded.

  She swallowed, not speaking for a moment, but I had all the time in the world. “I’m nervous and scared,” she whispered.

  “Scared about what, baby?” I felt drugged as I stared at her.

  She was breathing hard and fast. “I’m scared of how it’ll feel… if it’ll hurt.”

  I nearly groaned. “It’ll hurt at first, baby girl. But I fucking promise it’ll feel good. I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Butcher.” She whispered my name.

  “Do you trust me?” I knew that was asking a lot, but I needed her to know I’d protect her with my life.

  And she nodded, trusted me, gave that to me.

  “Good, Poppy. That’s really good, baby.” I was trying to control myself. “So, get on those pretty knees of yours and let me show you how this starts.”

  She dropped to her knees, the thick jut of my cock right in her face, the tip slick with pre-cum. “Clean it off. Lick it.”

  She tilted her head back and looked up at me.

  I ran my fingers along the edge of her face, tracing her cheekbones, her chin, and moving lower to open her mouth with the digit and slip it inside. I made her suck on it, imitate her sucking my dick.

  I grabbed my dick, stroked my cock from root to tip, and then brought the head to her mouth. “Open up, baby girl.”

  The tip of my cock brushed against her lips, and I groaned, held her jaw, and urged her to open more. She closed her eyes, breathed out through her nose, and started to really suck my dick then. God, she’d never know how much power she held.

  Held over me.

  She dragged her teeth along my length on the upstroke, and then used a hard suction on the downstroke. God, she was pure, but she sucked dick like a fucking pro.

  I stopped her then, needing to hear her say it, to assure me.

  “You a virgin, baby, in all ways?” My dick was still in her mouth so she couldn’t answer, so I slowly pulled my shaft out and demanded without speaking she answer me.

  She swallowed, licked her lips, and nodded.

  “You ever suck a cock?”

  Her eyes were wide as she shook her head.

  I growled low in approval. I slipped my length between her lips and held my breath as pleasure slammed into me.

  She used her tongue to tease the crowned head and down the thick vein that ran on the underside. Fuck. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, groaning and grunting. I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped her hair, pulling her closer as I pushed my hips toward her mouth.

  As I steadied her, I started thrusting in and out of her mouth. I wanted my cum in her mouth, down her throat. I wanted Poppy swallowing every last drop.

  My hand was tangled in her hair, keeping her immobilized so I could fuck her mouth. “Yeah, Poppy girl. That’s it, baby.”

  She lifted her eyes to me as she continued to give me a blowjob.

  I was completely focused on her mouth. I couldn’t stop myself from tightening my fingers in the strands of her silky hair.

  “Good God, Poppy girl.”

  She hummed around my shaft.

  “Fuck,” I murmured softly right before I thrust my hips forward even more, burying my length deep in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat so she gagged slightly.

  That was so fucking it.

  My balls rested against her chin then I pulled back, slammed into her again and pulled back. I was going to come, but not yet. Not in her mouth. I wanted to fill her pussy up with my seed.

  And so I pulled my hard cock from her lips, wanting to fuck her mouth again but needing to be buried in her virgin cunt. She hadn’t needed to tell she was innocent in all ways.

  I knew it. I felt it.

  And I was about to change that. I was about to deflower the fuck out of h
er. I was about to dirty Poppy up real good.

  Neither of us moved for several long seconds. I gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling her against me, her softness to my hardness. I slammed my lips on hers, kissing her, tasting myself on her mouth and tongue. I pulled back only long enough to look at her, show her with my expression how serious this was.

  “It’s time, baby. It’s time I made you mine.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Poppy

  The world faded away, this hazy cloud surrounding me. I felt a little high, a little buzzed. But none of that inhibited the fact that I wanted this; there was nothing I’d ever want more than Butcher.

  I started to pant the longer we stared at each other, the more I realized this was really going to happen. He stared at me with his dark gaze, one that penetrated me. The lights were nearly off in the room, but I could see him so well, could see every part of him. He was still fully dressed, but his cock was standing hard and monstrous through the fly of his jeans.

  He proceeded to remove his cut. The T-shirt he wore was snug on his massively wide chest, his muscular form. It was white, not hiding the tattoos covering his arms and chest. His biceps were huge, pronounced, and I couldn’t help but think about all of that power holding me down, touching me, making me feel feminine and helpless in my arousal.

  “I wanted to go slow with you, to make this sweet and gentle, nice and soft, but fuck, Poppy, there’s no way I can hold off.” He groaned and took a step toward me again, his hands at the edge of his shirt right before he pulled it up and over his head. He tossed the shirt aside, and my mouth dried at the sight of all that power on display. “I want you, will have you, and no one will take you from me, Poppy.”

  I swallowed at how possessive he sounded, how intent he was.

  He went for his jeans next, unbuttoning them, pushing the zipper down. God, I was transfixed at watching him undress for me, seeing how turned on he was, how hard and huge his cock was.