Novels by Dee's BUTTERFLY

chapter 2She shattered, thighs clamping around his head, juices flooding his mouth as wave after wave of forbidden pleasure ripped through her.Emily moaned softly, two fingers now pumping steadily into her tight pussy. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining it was Father Lucian’s—no, the stranger’s—cock. Her hips rocked against her hand as she kept typing with the other, though her pace had grown erratic.Her mind fed the fantasy. What if it wasn’t just fiction? What if someone real was on the other side of that screen, hungry for her?Father Lucian stood, his face shiny with her cum. He positioned his massive cock at her entrance and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Clara screamed in pleasure-pain, her virgin walls clenching around the thick invasion.“So fucking tight,” he groaned. “This pussy was made for sin.”He fucked her relentlessly—deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce a

Chapter 1The old oak desk in Emily Hargrove’s bedroom creaked softly under her elbows as the clock on the nightstand glowed 11:47 PM. The parsonage was quiet except for the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the occasional creak of the old house settling. Her father, Pastor Daniel Hargrove, had gone to bed hours ago after their nightly prayer together—kneeling side by side in the living room, asking God to guard their hearts against temptation and to keep their community pure.If only he knew.Emily’s laptop screen cast a cool blue glow across her face, illuminating the modest white nightgown that clung to her full breasts and brushed against her thighs. The cross necklace her father had given her on her sixteenth birthday still hung between her cleavage, warm from her skin. She was the perfect pastor’s daughter: twenty-four, untouched in the eyes of the congregation, always quick with a gentle smile and a scripture verse. But here, in the dead of night, with the door loc

I nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I begged, not even knowing if I begged for him to let me come, or for him to stop.“No.” His hand gripped my throat and started squeezing the sides. “Now swallow.”I obeyed once again, and while I let the saliva slide down my throat, I slowly started to get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.Liar. He sai

"Good enough to eat.” I couldn’t believe the words that left my mouth. Who was I? What had happened to me? When did I become so brazen? Maybe it was the thought that I was gonna die that allowed me to say anything I wanted. Maybe it was something else entirely.“Pathetic.” His voice was calm and collected, but the way he said the word made me flinch from embarrassment.He was right. I was pathetic. I was trying to convince a murderer to fuck me, to eat me out.But the truth was that I couldn’t care less what he thought about me, and that’s why the only reaction I gave him was my smile. A genuine one, even.I heard him moving around, but the sounds were not enough for me to recognize from which direction his next attack was going to come.Would he pinch my breasts again? Would he slap my pussy? Would he spit on me?The last thought surprised even my mind, which had become too corrupted after the thought of dying.“What got you so excited, doll?” His words caressed my soul, making goosebu

MY Assassin's POV I came here with one goal—to kill this sweet little creature while she was sleeping. But I couldn’t contain my urge to play with my food for a bit. To torture her, to tease that sweet little body until she was begging to be exorcised from it. And now I was standing in front of a dilemma. Should I kill her, or should I fuck her first?I looked at her and saw a hopeful little puppy who was scared of dying. I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin.In all honesty, I had never in my entire career as a hitman let myself get close to a victim, and rarely were there words that could make me stop or slow down the killing process, but somehow her appeal stopped me in my tracks.This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking h

I don’t know what woke me exactly. Maybe it was a sound, maybe it was a movement, maybe it was something completely different. I just remember waking up and feeling like my gut was telling me something was going to happen. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was darkness.It was weird because, usually, I was able to see the shadows of the furniture, but this time all I could see was a pitch-black color.I moved my head and felt something brush my cheek.That was weird.When I tried to raise my hand and grab the thing, I realized that I couldn’t do it. Something was preventing me from moving my limbs. I frowned and tried to move my hand again, but once more it was stopped by some restraints.A sudden panic overwhelmed me, and my thoughts started swimming in the worst scenarios possible. I was kidnapped, and they were going to sell me. They were going to kill me. I was already dead.I wanted to scream, but my mouth was covered with fabric. I wanted to move, but I was tied to the bed. The