Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Marriage was never in the cards for me. I didn’t even want a relationship for most of my adult life. But then Button walked in and turned my world upside down. When she was with another man I drowned in my own rage. When she was taken by Bones’s men I saw more rage than ever before. Button was different than the other woman who grazed my bed.
Because she was the last one.
I wanted her to be mine forever. I didn’t just want to live with her and share my home with her. I wanted it to belong to her as well. She would take my last name, and the world would know we weren’t just two people in love—but we were husband and wife.
She trailed her fingers down my rib cage then placed a gentle kiss over my heart. “I want to make love again.” She crawled further up my chest, her tits in perfect view for me to enjoy. Her sculpted shoulders and slender arms held her above me, and her legs slowly straddled my hips.
As much as I wanted to, I already came inside her four times. My body needed time to recover. “Give me an hour.”
She pouted her lips then leaned forward to kiss me.
I hugged her waist then rolled her over onto the bed. I moved on top of her until she was underneath me, the sparkle of life in hers. Her lips were formed in a permanent smile and her hair was a mess across the pillow. “Button Barsetti. I like it.”
She smiled wider, her happiness infectious. “That wouldn’t be my legal name.”
“As far as I’m concerned, it would.”
“Pearl Barsetti. It sounds just as nice.”
I’d never called her by that name once. Button was so much better, so much more possessive. “The only name people will call you is Mrs. Barsetti. So it doesn’t matter.”
“I like it.” She ran her hands up my chest and to my shoulders. “I didn’t realize marriage was something you wanted.”
I’d been thinking about it for a while, but I tried to fight it in the beginning. My mind kept picturing her living at my estate until she was old and gray. Sometimes she was pregnant with my child, and other times she was playing with our kids in the backyard. “I didn’t either.”
“What happened to never getting married?”
I rubbed my nose against hers. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“I said I wouldn’t get married because I would never trust a man. But I trust you, Crow.”
I never got tired of seeing that love and devotion in her eyes. The more she adored me, the harder I fell.
“I just hope you understand what you’re getting into it.”
I stared at her and waited for an elaboration.
She massaged my shoulders with her small fingertips. “I’m gonna cook mac and cheese pretty often, so you better develop a palate for it.”
The corner of my lip rose in a smile.
“I like to sleep in so you’re going to have to go get used to not being up at the crack of dawn on the weekends.”
My smile only grew.
“I want to see the world. And you’re going to take me.” She ran her fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair. “Can you handle that?”
I pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I can handle anything—even you.”
“Good. Looks like I said yes to the right man.”
“I never asked, Button. You didn’t have a choice.” Even if she said no I’d make her marry me anyway. She was a part of my life. She was a part of my soul.
“We both know you always give me the choice.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer to her, wanting me inside her again. My cock had hardened during our conversation and she could feel it pressed against her. But now she wanted more.
I always wanted to keep my dominate side because it was the only life I knew. But Button did supernatural things to me. She was right in every assumption she made. I was wrapped tightly around her finger, possessed and owned.
And she knew it.
***
Lars knocked on the bedroom door. “Your Grace, Cane is here to see you.”
Button and I lay on a blanket in front of the fireplace. We migrated around the room and made love on every piece of furniture before we took a break in front of the fire. Our naked bodies were wrapped around one another as we stared into each other’s eyes. The button on her ring reflected the bright light of the fire, shining like an ethereal glow.
The last thing I wanted was to be disturbed. “Tell him I’m busy.”
Lars didn’t walk away from the door. “You know your bother, sir. He’ll hang around until you find the time.”
I loved my brother but I also hated him at the same time. He never called to let me know he was stopping by. He just came and went whenever he pleased. “I’ll be right there.”