Buttons and Hate (Buttons, #2)

by Penelope Sky

“I’m disappointed that you’ve lost your fire. And I’m more disappointed that you let a piece of shit like him put it out. That’s not the woman I know. That’s not the woman I met. You’re a fighter—through and through.”

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.

It was my pleasure to hurt her, but it was also my honor to make her feel good.

“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.