Buttons and Hate (Buttons, #2)

by Penelope Sky

“I have something in mind worth twenty buttons. But I’m not sure you can handle it.” “I can.” Her eyes didn’t hesitate. She kept her resolve, never caving into the fear. She was determined to do it. She was determined to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Then let me show you.”

She was the most gorgeous woman in the room, no competition. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman in every room I walked into.

I was the king who conquered this queen. I was the man she traded bits of freedom for.

“Tell me you’re mine.” She’d given her rejection countless times, but I knew her answer would be different. I could feel it in my bones as well as my soul. She tightened around me as the force hit her right in the chest. She convulsed and writhed, her pussy constricting my cock until it bruised. “Crow…” Her sharp nails dug into my skin. “I’m yours… Only yours.”

Something about the joy on her face went straight into my chest. I loved hurting her, but I also loved making her happy. I loved giving her expensive clothes and jewels. I loved taking her to places she would never experience on her own. When she gave me something, I wanted to give back in return. Normally, I just took and took until there was nothing left.

“You would die before you let anything happen to me.” Conviction rang in her voice like the bell in the town square. Her unshakeable belief in me was both warming and heartbreaking. “And I would die before I let anything happen to you.”

The one thing I learned in life was never to let people know how much they hurt you. Keeping up a strong stance was essential to prevent people from hurting you further.

“You don’t have to be large to be strong. Strength comes from a place deep inside us. It’s the ability to deflect pain, to persevere when failure hits you in the face like cold rain. It’s refusal to break under someone else’s reign. It’s a lot of things. Size is irrelevant.”

“I know the feeling. You dim down your participation in life and let it pass you by.”

I wanted to cry, but I refused to. Bones hurt me beyond repair, but I got over that. Jacob betrayed me, but I got over that. Cane beat me until I was black and blue, but I got over that. But I would never get over this.