Buttons and Shame (Buttons 4)

“Don’t worry. The money is coming.”

“Not worry?” he hissed. “Cane, what the fuck is going on? Bran just told me he’s been instructed to get the shipment ready, but I’m not seeing any funds on my end. So tell me what’s going on before I kill you.”

The doctor knocked on the door.

“Crow, chill out, alright? I’ve got it taken care of, so don’t worry.”

“It doesn’t seem that way. I—”

“I gotta go.” I hung up on him and switched the phone to silent. “Hey, Dr. Pias. Thanks for stopping by.”

“Of course. Where is she?”

“Follow me.” I walked into the spare bedroom where I left her just minutes ago. “Take off your clothes. Dr. Pias is going to examine you.”

“Examine me for what?” That respectable fire kindled once more.

“He’s gonna make sure you didn’t get anything from Tristan. Because when I fuck you, I’m not wearing a condom.” I stepped aside so Dr. Pias could set down his bag and get to work. I paid him a lot of money to do this job without sharing my secrets with the world. The privacy was worth every penny.

Her face immediately paled at the cold way I just spoke about her. Her knees automatically tightened together, and she stiffened once Dr. Pias approached her. “I’m not taking off my clothes or opening my legs for anyone. If you expect to get anything done, you’re going to have to make me.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” I stormed to the bed and pushed her back until she was flat on the mattress. I pinned her arms above her head and put my weight on her thighs so she had limited mobility in her legs.

She had murder in her eyes. She hated me more in that moment than any of our previous encounters. She threw her body forward, but it didn’t move an inch against my heavy weight. She tried to fight my hands, but that didn’t work either.

I scooted up to her stomach while Dr. Pias got her jeans and panties off and began the examination.

I stared at her face and watched her anger rise. If she had a gun, she’d shoot me in an instant.

And I would respect her for it.

“You fucking asshole.”

“I’m an asshole because I wanna make sure you don’t have something? You should be grateful.”

“I should be grateful that you want to make sure I’m clean before you rape me?”

The word rape didn’t arouse me. For an instant, my need to have her was clouded by the strong word she used. I didn’t see the situation that way. She was stolen and beaten by someone else. I was merely borrowing her for a short period of time. I wasn’t the bad guy here—not entirely. “You should be grateful that I care about being clean. If I’m making sure you don’t have anything, then I obviously don’t.”

“Oh, how sweet.” She sucked in a breath then spit on my face.

I let it drip back onto her neck and didn’t move to wipe it away. I kept my body firmly in place so she couldn’t sabotage the doctor’s examination. “Do you want me to hurt you? It sure seems like it.”

“Tristan wants me back in the same condition I left in. So you can’t do shit.”

“Oh, really?” Now I wanted to slap her across the face until she cried. “I know lots of ways to torture someone without leaving a mark. And you’re about to find out how.”

That softened her resistance, making her draw in shaky breaths as her imagination ran wild.

Dr. Pias finally finished and collected what he needed. “Give me a few hours, and I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Thank you.” I got off her and walked him to the door. I paid him for his services in cash then locked the door behind him.

When I returned to the bedroom, she had pulled on her panties and jeans, hiding her nakedness from view. Now that the doctor was gone, she was more subdued. She didn’t have the same edge she possessed just moments ago. But she still stared at me with pure hatred.

I leaned against the doorframe as I considered what to do with her. I wanted to fuck her, but that wasn’t possible for a few hours. My mouth had tasted her delicious pussy, and now I was eager for her to taste me. “Take off everything but your thong. Now.” I already imagined her saliva dripping down her chin and splashing onto the floor. Tears burned in her eyes then dripped down her cheeks. I wanted to fuck her throat until it was raw.

She stayed on the bed, holding her ground. Her arms were secured around her waist like a wall. “No.”

“No?” She was stupid if she thought there wouldn’t be repercussions from saying that word.

“No.” She said it more firmly this time. “I’m not doing anything.”