Page 41 of Violent Hearts

Chapter 19

Jared

I take her home the moment I'm informed that the work on my kitchen has been completed. The damage wasn't as bad as expected, and the guys were able to clean it up within a couple of hours. The only thing that's still detectable is a hint of smoke smell.

But I don't care about that right now.

What I care about is her. Little Button, trembling next to me as we step inside the penthouse. She's so responsive to me, even when I'm not actually doing anything to her. A short look, or even a gesture as simple as touching her hand, can be enough to cause her cheeks to blossom in that cute red tone. Blushing suits her, and I don't think she knows it.

The doors of the elevator close behind us, and I watch her flinch in front of me before turning around to look at me with an expectant expression. She doesn't look afraid, like most other girls, but instead she’s filled with anticipation.

I thought I would let her strip again, but then I decide against it, now that I see her standing before me like this. I've been waiting for so long. Different scenarios for the night were flashing through my head all evening during dinner. We spent almost three hours in that restaurant, something that took me by surprise. It didn't feel anywhere near that long, not at all. It didn't even feel like half that amount of time.

The minutes grew longer once I'd decided what I wanted to do with her once we got back to the penthouse, and my body started craving her, visibly. It's true what I told her. Impatience isn't my strong suit, but I have learned to control it in a way that makes it seem like it is.

She welcomes me with a hungry moan when I close in on her, pulling her into a tight embrace and claiming her with a passionate kiss. This kiss will tell her everything. It will tell her how much I need her, how much I crave finally being buried deep inside her, and how I intend to make this the night when she truly becomes mine.

Our lips don't part when I start removing the clothes off of her body. She raises her hands to do the same with me, but I hold her back by grabbing her wrists and pushing her hands back down. She groans in protest, but lets it happen. I break our kiss and pull her blouse over her head, leaving her long hair in a rumpled mess. I noticed that she didn't wear it tied back in a ponytail when we went out to eat, and I appreciated the effort.

"Always need to be in control, don't you?" she breathes, casting me a smile that speaks simultaneously of confidence and coyness.

"Yes."

I don't say anything else to her cheeky question, but continue to undress her by removing her bra and jeans next. She's standing before me wearing nothing but a little black lacy thong. I take a step back to admire the view: she’s standing there with her chest heaving, her chin jutted forward, and the hint of a smile on her face. Her nipples are hard, standing erect and confiding her excitement.

"Are you wet for me?"

There it is again, that beautiful red flush painted all over her cheeks. Her eyes widen in shame, but only for a split second before she regains composure.

She doesn't give me an answer.

"Button, answer me. Are you wet for me?"

She presses her lips together and fixates on me through narrowed eyes. "Why don't you find out yourself?"

Seriously, this girl. She doesn't know what it means to be a submissive. The seed is planted inside her, the trait apparent, but no one has ever taught her to grow into the role the way she should.

Her eyes flicker with excitement when I lift my hands, expecting me to lay them on her again. But I have no intention of following her suggestion. Instead, I begin to open the knot of my tie.

"Touch yourself," I tell her.

She lets out a gasp, followed by a puzzled face.

"You heard me," I say. "Watch me undress and touch yourself while you do it."

Protest is dancing on the tip of her tongue, but she holds back. I begin to unbutton my shirt and jut my chin toward her, beckoning her to follow my command. "I'm not going to say it again, Button."

She takes a deep breath and slowly lifts her right hand, moving it up to her collar bone while her mouth opens ever so slightly. I remove my shirt and watch while her hand travels down her torso, outlining the shape of her breast, moving down to her belly and drawing a little circle on her mound before she reaches her sex. Her eyes are on me, observing while I watch her hand moving further, now hiding underneath the fabric of her thong. She sighs when she reaches her core and moves her fingers between her lips.

"Good girl."

My praise eggs her on. She opens her mouth and moans while her fingers move at her center, drawing circles around her clit.

Good girls deserve a reward. So I give her something to look at while she obediently pleasures herself in front of me. I expose my chest, sculpted over years of hard work. The appreciative look on her face is the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time, only topped by the way she licks her lips when I unbuckle my belt. I pull the belt out of my suit pants in one quick motion, knowing that I will be using it on her later.

"Don't stop," I tell her, and then I step closer, closing the belt around her neck. I pull it through the clasp, but don't close it, just letting it hang loosely around her neck before putting a little distance between us and continue undressing myself.

Her eyes light up when I step out of my pants and have nothing on but the black briefs that’s hiding my growing bulge.

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