Buttons and Grace (Buttons 6)

I held his gaze, too timid to move.

He suddenly lurched at me, grabbed me by the arm, and threw me down on the bed. My panties were yanked off, and he dropped his jeans in an instant. His boxers were pulled down his ass, and he yanked me to the edge of the bed. “I’m not waiting anymore. I could give myself another hernia, and I wouldn’t give a damn.” He shoved himself inside me, gripped me by the back of the neck, and then fucked me like he hadn’t had me in years rather than days.

Any time we were together lately, it was gentle and slow. I was always the one on top because I didn’t want him to move too vigorously. All I cared about was him healing properly. But when he pinned me down and took me like this, I didn’t want to fight.

I just wanted to be taken.

He anchored his muscular arms behind my knees and leaned over me, hitting me deep and hard every time. The last thing he wanted to do was make love to me. He wanted to fuck me senseless, make me so sore I couldn’t walk for the rest of the day. His eyes locked on me, and the muscles of his body shifted underneath his skin as he thrust. He dominated me like an unstoppable man, getting exactly what he wanted without waiting for an answer. He yanked on the back of my hair and forced my chin up so he could plaster my neck with kisses and soft bites. He smothered the hollow of my throat as he kept going, hitting me in the perfect spot repeatedly. His hand released my hair, and he moved to my stomach. He wasn’t aggressive when he touched me, his fingers softly exploring the surface. I wasn’t swollen like a pregnant woman in her second or third trimester, but I knew why Crow was touching me. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my tummy before he straightened and started fucking me again, gripping my tits and securing my hair around his fingers again.

My hands explored the muscles under his shirt, but I didn’t dig my nails into his skin. I lightly touched him as I felt his body rub against my clit. I looked into his eyes and watched him fuck me like an animal, and he took me to a place where all I could do was moan and scream. My pussy choked his cock as I squeezed him hard, bringing me to a climax that was so powerful I writhed. “Crow…”

He grabbed my neck and bored his gaze into mine. “Mrs. Barsetti.”

My orgasm stretched on for a while, spiraling and exploding. I felt so warm, hot and sweaty in a phenomenal way. My pussy was still tight around his cock, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. It was so good. “Come inside me.” I grabbed his hips and yanked him hard into me over and over, wanting him to finish by filling me with all of his arousal.

He pounded into me as he brought himself to orgasm. A deep and masculine moan escaped his throat, and he shoved himself deep so he could give me all of his seed. He pressed his forehead to mine as he pushed me into the mattress, his cock twitching as he squirted.

My fingers dug into his hips, loving the heaviness he’d just given me.

He caught his breath before he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. He held himself over me and stared down at me, the possessiveness still in his eyes. “We need to get you to see a doctor.” His hand moved to my stomach, which still appeared to be flat. His thumb gently moved over the skin and my belly button.

“I’ve been meaning to make an appointment, but I wanted to wait until you were better.”

“I’m fine,” he said. “I care more about making sure Little Barsetti is doing okay.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. If they’re anything like us, they’ll be indestructible.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You’re probably right about that.”

Chapter 15

Adelina

I didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the door.

He would be furious with me for tattling on him to Pearl. But I didn’t have any other option. I was in a troubling situation, and Pearl and Crow were the only people who seemed to have any effect on him anymore.

His engine was loud as he entered the property and pulled into the driveway. He shut the door hard, and I could hear his approach through the walls of this beautiful house. A part of me wanted to run upstairs and hide in my bedroom, but there was no hiding from this man.

I was at his mercy.

I didn’t mind the way he fucked me roughly because it felt good. I didn’t mind it when he grabbed me and kissed me without giving me notice. But I didn’t like the way our relationship had changed. It was like I wasn’t a person anymore, just a body. I didn’t like meaning nothing to him.