LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
He showered and returned to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his chest, and his hair was damp. He was all muscle and power.
I tried not to stare.
He had been absent all day and all evening. When he walked into the room, it was almost midnight. He said he had been working all day, but deep down, I wondered if it was the truth. Was he spending time with his regulars? He had mentioned having a few in Glasgow. I had to be truly stupid to think our arrangement would hinder his libertinism.
He let the towel drop. He had a firm, beautiful ass. He pulled on a pair of clean boxers and nothing else, as he was getting ready for bed. And since he slept naked, the boxers weren't really necessary.
I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore his obvious virility.
He slid into bed, got behind me, and kissed the back of my neck. His warm breath filled my ears, and he pulled my t-shirt down over my shoulders, exposing my skin to his caresses.
I might have hated taking orders, but I loved his affection. The sex was good, and I enjoyed it as much as he did. If I wasn't attracted to him, it would be an ordeal. But since I was fulfilled every night by his caresses, I wasn't that unhappy.
It was essential to stay positive.
Joseph would come for me, or I would manage to escape. I just had to be patient.
Crewe pulled me down to lie in the bed, then he leaned over me. He pressed kisses to my chin, his face freshly shaven. His lips moved up to mine, and he kissed me softly—the kind of kiss that made me shiver.
His touch was pleasant, but suddenly, the image of Sasha appeared in my mind—a stunning woman I could never compare myself to. I wriggled out from under him and sat up.
I'd like to ask you something.
He gave me an icy look.
You don't have the right to ask me anything without my permission.
When he was being this dominant, I couldn't do anything but listen. I had to bite my tongue to keep from snapping back or slapping him. I had to submit, to bend to his will.
Do I have your permission?
He laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. I was still dressed, so he ripped off my top with a sharp tug and unhooked my bra with one hand.
Make it quick.
He pulled at my leggings and slid my panties down at the same time.
When I saw his throbbing body, I felt my own go hot and wet. My core throbbed with the impatience for him to penetrate me. I wanted to deny that I loved being at his sexual mercy, but I couldn't anymore. He was the best lay of my life.
Were you with another woman tonight?
He took off his boxers, revealing his turgid length. He shot me an aggressive look, as if the question displeased him.
What does it matter?
I don't want to catch any diseases. So, if you're sleeping around, I have the right to demand a condom.
You don't have the right to anything at all.
He pulled me under him and positioned himself above me. He swayed his hips, rubbing his cock against my wetness. He leaned forward and licked the valley between my breasts, kissing my neck as he finished.
I'll fuck you however I want.
He slammed his length into me brutally, stretching my tight flesh without warning or preparation.
I gripped his biceps instinctively and lay back, savoring how he filled me completely.
Answer me...
Being penetrated by a Scottish king didn't make me lose my train of thought.
Answer.
He gave a thrust of his hips.
What?
He pinned me against the mattress and drove deep into me, hitting my sensitive spot until my knees trembled. His hands gripped the back of my hair as he held me still to fuck me brutally.
Were you with someone else tonight?"
I wanted to know the answer.
He pushed into me, then stopped moving.
What I do is none of your business. If I fuck other women, that's not your problem.
I just want to...
Shut up.
His dark gaze pierced through me as he resumed his rhythm.
Don't ask the question again. Do you understand?
I would never get my answer, and I felt a pang of pain. Was it jealousy? Was it purely a health concern? Or did I just want to know more about him? More about my enemy?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Sweat appeared on his chest as he pounded into me.
Now, fuck me, ...t Mignonne.
When I woke up the next morning, Crewe was gone. He was never in the room in the morning, always elsewhere in the castle with his men. Sometimes he went into town for meetings. He was a very busy man with a packed schedule.
I was tired of staying in this room. The world was beautiful on the other side of the window, but I couldn't enjoy it. It wasn't a hotel resort with a pool and sauna, but there were beautiful gardens and hundreds of rooms to explore.
I was stuck here all the time.
I ignored the breakfast tray sitting in front of my door and went downstairs in my workout clothes. I was dying to stretch my legs and get my blood flowing in a way other than having sex. When I reached the door, Dunbar spotted me.
No point in trying to run away again, bitch.
I wanted to break his nose.
I'm just looking for Crewe.
He approached me at the bottom of the stairs, terrifying with the scar on his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a pistol at his belt and a dagger.
Get your ass back to the room.
He grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me with more force than necessary.
I wriggled out of his grip and punched him in the nose.
Don't touch me.
He grunted as he started to bleed and slapped me across the face so violently that I fell to the ground.
You want to play rough, cunt? Then we're going to have some fun.
I backed away quickly so he couldn't grab me, ignoring the painful burn on my cheek.
Crewe told you not to brutalize me.
Yeah, but if you try to run away, the rule no longer applies.
He moved toward me and grabbed me by the ankle. He dragged me violently, scraping my skin against the stone floor.
Dunbar smiled as he watched me struggle.
I did the only thing I could.
Crewe!
I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping he was still on the premises and could hear me.
He left for the afternoon.
He gave a sharp tug on my leg, flipping me over like a pancake.
So, it's just you and...
Let. Her. Go.
Crewe's voice echoed through the vast hall, amplified by the vaulted ceiling. You could hear the sound of his footsteps now that Dunbar had stopped breathing and pulling my leg.
Dunbar let me go immediately.
"She was trying to run away again.
"That's not true!
He wasn't looking at me, so I swung my foot into his shin.
Fuck!
He hopped to the side, then massaged his shin.
Slut....
I've got plenty more where that came from, asshole.
Of all Crewe's men, he was the one I hated the most. And I missed Finley terribly; he was the only person who showed me any respect. Ariel was a bitch, but she didn't lay a hand on me.
Crewe came over to me and peered down at me coldly.
Were you trying to escape?
The consequences of my action thickened the air between us.
No.
Then why are you dressed like that?
He gestured to my workout gear with a nod of his head.
I was going to ask your permission to tour the grounds or go for a run.
I checked my ankle to make sure it wasn't sprained before standing back up.
I'm sick of being locked in that room all day.
When Crewe's hostility faded, I knew he believed me.
You can tour the grounds with Dunbar.
That was worse than staying in the room.
Crewe, I'm not going to try to escape...
Don't insult me, he said coldly. If an opportunity ever arises, we both know you'll take it. Dunbar will accompany you.
He turned on his heels and walked away as if the matter were closed.
Wait.
I caught up to him and slipped an arm under his, touching him for the first time that day. I felt the strength of his arm as I linked onto him. Last night, this powerful body was on top of me, crushing me against the mattress with all his weight.
"He makes me uncomfortable.
I knew Dunbar would mistreat me if he had the chance. He didn't consider me Crewe's woman,only a prisoner.
Then go back to your room.
He looked at me, his expression still as icy as ever.
Can you come with me?
Even though Crewe was the reason I was here, he was the only person I felt okay with. He would never hurt me,not seriously. And when he kissed and took me, I liked it.
I don't like him.
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him, feeling the rough bristles on his chin and jaw.
He kissed me back immediately, his lips moving slowly against mine.
I pulled away, my lips on fire the moment we touched. I would have wanted to continue, but Dunbar was watching us.
When Crewe set his eyes on me, his gaze was a little softer.
I'm a very busy man, Mignonne. I can't babysit all day.
I know, but...
Ariel can watch you. Do you prefer that?
She wouldn't hurt me, but that wasn't any better.
You must exercise sometimes. Could I come with you?
You won't be able to keep up with my pace.
I frowned, offended.
You'd be surprised.
To tell you the truth, I'd be shocked if you managed it.
The sexist comment annoyed me, but I was still tempted.
I accept the challenge.
His hand curled around my waist, and he pulled me against his chest, not caring that we were being watched. He pressed his mouth against mine and kissed me passionately, his hand sinking into my hair.
He took my breath away.
He released me, then walked away.
I'm a very busy man. And you're liable to distract me.
I'll be good.
To be CONTINUED...