Page 63 of Violent Hearts

She mewls. "I'm horny. Let me come first and then-"

"No!" I bark at her. "You're not coming. You're not moving. And you're not touching yourself. You'll just feel me inside of you. Remember whose cock you belong on. Do you understand?"

She glares at me. "Is this a punishment?"

"Not a punishment, just something I want to do," I say, giving her a condescending smile. "And as you should know, we always do things the way I want. Right?"

She sighs and leans forward to surprise me with a kiss. She takes my face between both of her hands, owning that kiss from beginning to end, still grinding on my length, even though I forbid her to.

"Stop it." I command without breaking our kiss, still feeling her lips against mine. "Now."

She listens and stops moving her hips.

"You're mean," she whispers, breaking our kiss to look at me. "So mean."

"And you're a witch, little Button."

I didn't mean to say that. The words slipped out before I could stop myself.

Button huffs, smiling for a second before her face darkens. "You're not the first to say that about me."

I furrow my eyebrows and cast her a quizzical look. "Who?"

She shakes her head. "Doesn't matter."

"The wayward brute you mentioned last night?"

Her eyes widen and she looks at me with surprised confusion, as if she has trouble believing that I actually remembered that, or even heard it at all.

"It is, isn't it?"

A soft nod proves me right. "Yeah."

"An old boyfriend?"

"No," she says. "Someone else. Someone I don't want to talk about, especially while your cock is buried inside of me."

I nod. If anyone understands her wish, it would be me. I never even thought about it, but of course I'm not the only one who's hiding skeletons in his closet. She obviously has some of her own, and I sure as hell won't force her to face them, if she doesn't want to.

I grab her hips and beckon her to move, stimulating my softened cock.

"Maybe you really are a witch," I tell her, locking my eyes onto hers. "But you know what people have said about me?"

She tilts her head to the side, waiting for an elaboration.

"That they see the devil in my eyes," I tell her. "That I'm mean, dark, and soulless, just like the devil himself."

She chuckles and shrugs, leaning over to move her face so close to mine that our noses touch.

"I'm nothing compared to you then," she whispers. "Harmless. Weak, even. No one can beat the devil."

Her lips connect with mine while she grinds on my cock, supported by my hands digging into the flesh of her perky ass as I edge her on.

"You're still evil," I accuse her in a whisper.

Our eyes meet in between our kiss, and the corners of her mouth raise into a malicious smile.

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