“Your obsession with my love life is creepy, Cane.”
“I’m not obsessed. Now answer the question.”
These girly talks were getting old. At least if I told him the truth they would stop. “It’s not any of your business, but yes. I told her I loved her.” The words were out of my mouth and into the ether forever. I couldn’t take them back and I would never want to.
A slow smile crept into his face until it was a full blown grin. “Good for you, man.” He clapped my shoulder.
“Can we stop talking about it now?”
“Sure. I’m just glad you stopped acting like a pussy.”
“Me?” I asked incredulously. “You’re the one who kept pestering me.”
“I just want the best for you. And I think she’s it. I know for a fact Vanessa would have loved her.”
The mention of my sister made me sad all over again. Yes, she would have loved Button. My entire family would have adored her.
“I’m sorry if my prying annoys you. But Ma isn’t around anymore and neither is Vanessa, so someone has to do it.” He shrugged. “I’m the only family you have left so it has to be me. One day when I meet the right woman, you have my full blessing to annoy the shit out of me and make sure I don’t fuck it up.”
I finally smiled, and the action came easy. “We have a deal.”
Chapter Nineteen
Pearl
Crow came home at the same time as usual. He entered the bedroom wearing the same pristine suit he wore that morning, and he looked just as delicious as every other day of his life. His flashy watch was on his wrist and, and the tops of his hands were corded with veins. Just the sight of him made every woman wet.
He stopped when he spotted me at the edge of the bed. I stood in black lingerie, a teddy tight around my waist with my tits pressed tightly together, and black stockings that lead to a matching lacey thong.
His eyes immediately darkened from mocha brown to the same color as my lingerie. Then he noticed the handcuffs dangling from my fingertips. Unable to hide his arousal, he swallowed the lump in his throat.
After a pause, he yanked his tie off and threw it on the ground. He undressed himself with speed as he walked closer to me, getting every piece of clothing off before he stood in front of me, god and man mixed together. His body was a behemoth of muscle and his eyes showed the dark desires in his heart. His cock was rock-hard and ready to be inside me at the snap of a finger. “On your knees.” He immediately took control of the situation, becoming dominant and possessive. Lately, we’d only been making sweet and sensual love. But the need for a hard fuck quickly returned to his body instantly.
“No.”
His eyes narrowed when I defied him.
“You’ve got the wrong idea.” I pressed my hands against his chest and guided him to the bed. When the mattress was behind his knees, I shoved him onto the mattress then crawled on top of him. “Sit up.” I held the handcuffs, ready to chain him to the headboard.
When he finally understood what was really happening, his desire only deepened. The only thing that turned him on more than controlling me was having a woman powerful enough to control him. He did as I asked and rested his back against the headboard, his eyes locked to mine the entire time.
I locked his hands through the bars and secured him in place.
He immediately leaned in and kissed my neck, his tongue moving along the skin in a seductive way. His cock was hard against his stomach and he pressed it against me in anticipation.
I left his lap and stood next to the bed and slowly played with my panties. I fingered them slowly, feeling the fabric of the lace in my delicate fingertips.
Crow watched me, his eyes glued to the movement of my fingers.
I slowly pulled them down my long legs then kicked them aside.
His eyes immediately went to the nub between my legs, and his lips parted in desperation.
I straddled his hips and rested my folds against his cock. Slowly, I moved forward and backward, dragging my lubrication down his length and to his balls.
He pulled on the cuffs in an attempt to grab me, forgetting he was restrained. A quiet growl escaped his lips in frustration. “Button…” The plea was in his voice, his desperation to be inside me. He knew just how wet I was because I was smearing his entire length with it.
I gripped his shoulders and positioned myself over him. “You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
He stretched his neck out and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I want to fuck you.”
“Say my name.”
He spoke against my mouth, his chest rising and falling anxiously. “I want to fuck you, Button.”