Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

When she laid it on thick like that, I couldn’t object. She was right. Whatever her reason was, it didn’t matter. I either wanted her buttons or I didn’t. “I agree to your terms.”

“Thank you.”

The more buttons I took from her, the less she would have.

And she would be mine forever.

***

Lars greeted me at the entrance. “Sir, do you have any preferences for dinner tonight?”

“No. I’m going out.”

“Out?” I was a well-known recluse that preferred solitude. It was very rare for me to eat dinner outside the house. And Lars couldn’t hide his surprise at the statement.

“Yeah. Button and I are going out.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.” He gave me a quick nod before he returned to the kitchen, probably to tell the cooks they had the evening off.

I walked to her bedroom on the second floor and tapped my knuckles against the door.

“Come in.”

No matter how many times I knocked, I never got used to it. I wanted to barge in because I owned her. But she would give me hell if I did. I stepped inside still wearing my suit.

She stood at the window, looking across the fields.

I knew she loved the view because the window was always open. Whenever the alarm was set for the night, I had to disregard that window. I could never tell her to shut it. She would give her two cents on the matter. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

She finally turned her gaze on me, her interest non-existent. “Sure.”

I should have phrased my question better. “Would you like to have dinner with me in Tuscany? I thought we could go wine tasting afterward.”

Her eyes immediately filled with light, her excitement undeniable. She abandoned the window and gave me her full attention. That joy in her eyes was something I’d never seen before. She never looked at me like that. The only expressions I received from her were disdain and lust—with the exception of when she cried in vigilance of my sorrow.

I tried to block it out.

“I would love to.” She placed her hands tightly together in front of her chest. “When?”

“As soon as you get ready.”

“I’ll need twenty minutes.”

I extended my palm, my fingers stretched outward.

When she eyed it, the happiness in her eyes dulled. She retrieved the five buttons from the jar and dropped them onto my extended hand. Then she crossed her arms and waited for me to leave.

I pocketed them and walked out, knowing I’d fucked up the mood.

She met me at foyer half an hour later. She came down the stairs in a skin-tight black dress. It was simple, hugging her hips and waist and showing a good amount of cleavage. A golden necklace hung from her throat, something Lars picked out for her.

I eyed her as she made her entrance and noted the soft curls of her hair. It was pulled over one shoulder and long, trailing past her chest. Her makeup was heavier than she normally wore. Her eyes were dark, sexy.

She looked fuckable.

She watched my reaction as she approached me. She tried to read my expression like she always did. She hated the fact I understood her so well but she didn’t truly understand me.

But she didn’t need to bother. I gave her answers when she didn’t ask—sometimes. “Button, you’re perfect.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to my side, loving the feel of her perfect tits against my chest. When we finished our evening, I would fuck her hard into the mattress and come all over those gorgeous tits.

“Thanks. You look handsome too.” She ran her hand up my chest, feeling my gray collared shirt. The top button was open and her fingers touched my bare skin at the gap.

Maybe I would fuck her in the car.

“Let’s go.” The sooner we got this over with, the sooner we would be home. And I would be between her legs, moving through her slickness, just where I belonged.

***

I drove my special edition Audi through the hills as we headed to town. I preferred the glorious landscapes with the wide open spaces. I loved the smell of the olive trees. Summer or winter, Tuscany was beautiful. I’d traveled to many different places but nothing was as remarkable as this country.

Her eyes were focused out the window as I drove, treasuring the false feeling of freedom. She’d been locked up in two different houses since she’d been kidnapped. This was the most alive she must have felt for a long time.

I knew she wouldn’t run. The thought didn’t enter my mind after we discussed it. I didn’t bother bringing my gun because I wasn’t concerned. There was always a pistol in the car but it wasn’t loaded.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful place...” Her eyes followed the hills as we moved.