Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

Her face kept the same expression as it had a moment ago. Those words meant nothing to her. They washed over her without an impact. “Bend me over your desk and fuck me—and make sure you spank me.” She leaned over the wood and displayed her ass to me. The steep curve in her back was tight with intricate muscles. Her cheeks were firm and found, ready to be separated with my thick cock.

I wanted to fuck her—hard.

But I didn’t want to give up my buttons. I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back. “Let’s take a trip to Rome tomorrow. I want to show you around and take you to dinner.”

She grinded her ass against my cock, enticing me to slid inside her wet slit. “How about you tie me and gag me and fuck me until I pass out?” She grabbed the bridge of my sweatpants and pulled them down until my cock emerged.

My mouth clamped on her shoulder and I gave her a mild bite. I wanted to go thrust into her until she screamed for me. I wanted it hard and rough, spanking her ass until it was red.

But I kept my focus. I grabbed her hips and turned her around until she was on her back. I positioned her legs over my shoulders and rubbed my dick against her entrance. “I want vanilla.”

She pushed her hands against my thighs. “No.” Her sexuality disappeared as her stern warning took over. “Fuck me or don’t. That’s it.”

The anger crept through my veins, making me squeeze her tighter than I meant to. “I’m giving you what you want. Now shut up and let me.”

She pushed her feet against my chest and shoved me away. “I don’t want vanilla. I don’t want to go to Rome. I want you to fuck me hard and then let me go.” She jumped of the desk and snatched the blanket from the ground. The hatred in her eyes was undeniable. She wanted to get away from me as quickly as possible. That connection she used to feel for me had disappeared. Once she thought I screwed someone else her affection for me died.

She covered her naked body with the blanket before she marched out of my study. “I want to get the hell away from this place. I want to get away from you. I want to get away from everything.”

Chapter Seven

Pearl

Crow didn’t speak to me again. He never came for sex or conversation. After that fight in his study he stayed away from me.

I refused to accept his offer. He was just trying to take back the buttons he’d given me but I wasn’t going to let that happen. There was no bribe he could give that I would consider. Even if he offered to take me on a week long vacation for a single button I still wouldn’t do it.

I was determined to leave.

Crow had wormed his way into my heart without my knowledge. A little bit of me died that day when I spotted him with another woman. I was stupid to think I was the only person riding his cock. I assumed I was enough for him but he clearly wasn’t satisfied.

It hurt.

If I could get away, I could return home and start over. I could forget about Crow and the amazing things he did to my body. I could settle in a small town on the west coast and try to forget everything that happened.

My eyes were on the prize and I wasn’t going to falter—even for a moment.

Crow was gone during the day so that was my time to leave my room if I wished. He had a beautiful pool in the background and a hiking trail around the vineyards. I took advantage of the beautiful scenery when he was absent. I should soak it up now while I had the chance. Soon, I was leaving.

I walked out of my room with a book tucked under my arm. My bikini was on and my summer dress hung loose around my body. The sunscreen had already been applied and I smelled like lotion and coconut mixed together.

I was just about to reach the grand staircase when I heard a crash.

“Sorry about this, Lars.” A man’s voice traveled to my ears, familiar but foreign. A loud thump echoed against the tile, and the sound of crashing dishes came next. Patricia screamed before a hand muffled her mouth.

I froze.

Panic hit me hard in the chest.

There was an intruder in the house, someone violent and aggressive.

I wanted to bolt out the stairs and through the front doors but the man was down there, probably watching exit.

Shit.

Feet sounded on the tile until a man with dark brown hair emerged. He had hypnotic green eyes, identical to his brother’s. Greed shined in his eyes when he spotted me. Violence was written all over his face. Without an explanation, I knew exactly why he was there.