LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
For the first time in his life, he kissed me on the forehead.
"We'll find a solution. I promise you."
"I know."
He pulled away reluctantly.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. If Crewe saw them, he would ask a million questions. I didn't want him to discover what had happened. Even less did I want him to press the detonator button.
"See you later."
Joseph gave me a small nod.
I walked out without looking back, knowing that I would cry if I saw the devastation on my brother's face. The guilt he felt over my imprisonment was killing him. I could see it in his body language and his features. I went down the stairs and returned to the reception hall, which was still crowded.
I spotted Crewe leaning against the wall near the window. He was talking to a beautiful brunette woman dressed in a champagne-pink dress that contrasted with her olive skin. She was naturally radiant, like a princess without a tiara. She stood close to Crewe as if she knew him well, then placed a hand on his wrist.
As I approached them, I felt the blood pounding in my temples. Her blue eyes were locked onto Crewe's, as if they were the only two people in the world. She was watching his lips while he spoke, hanging on his every word as if she didn't want to miss a thing.
I started to feel anger rising, wondering exactly what was going on between them. Was she one of the women he slept with regularly? Was she a former mistress? A current one? I had barely turned my back, and he was already flirting with someone? If that was the case, the plan would never work.
I joined him and stood so close that it was impossible not to see that I was his date—not her. I gave him a hypocritical smile, just to make sure I didn't offend a sovereign who could have me thrown out of here.
Crewe turned to me when he realized I was there. He didn't shift his position or look alarmed, as if he had just been caught red-handed.
"Hey, Cutie."
He greeted me with a small smile but didn't touch me.
The nickname wasn't enough of a sign of affection for me. I took his hand and interlaced our fingers. It was the first time we had held hands like that. It was childish, the kind of thing teenage lovers do. But I wasn't going to stand by idly and let this woman believe that Crewe was free.
He looked at our joined hands without commenting.
"Let me introduce you to Josephine, the Duchess of Cambridge."
I did a small curtsy, still wearing a forced smile.
"And this is London."
Crewe didn't specify who I was to him. But there was no title or word to express it. Prisoner? I doubted that would go over well with the Duchess.
Her smile was even more hypocritical than mine.
"Nice to meet you. Please excuse me."
She walked away, her pink dress rustling on the parquet floor. She held her shoulders so far back that her chest looked even more prominent. Diamond earrings hung from her lobes, sparkling under the light of the chandeliers. She was more graceful than the Queen herself.
When she left, Crewe removed his hand from mine and placed it around my waist. That arrogant smile hovered on his lips, and I knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth.
"You know, at one point, one could have really believed you were jealous."
I stared at him, not finding his words funny.
"I was."
He was about to smirk, but he stopped dead upon hearing what I said. He almost asked me to repeat it, surprised by my admission.
"I saw the way she was looking at you."
Crewe's eyes darkened, and a furrow formed between his brows.
"What is she to you? Were you together?"
Crewe didn't answer my question.
"That's none of your business."
That said it all.
"Is it over between you two?"
"I'm here with you, aren't I?"
That didn't answer my question.
"I want to be the only woman in your bed."
His eyes narrowed again.
"For a prisoner, you seem to like me quite a bit."
He was a playboy, a dictator, and an asshole. It would be difficult to make him fall in love with me, let alone get him interested. But Joseph was right. The only way to get out of this nightmare was to pull the strings of his heart as if he were a puppet.
"Is it too much to ask for you to be faithful?"
I couldn't manipulate him if he had multiple flings.
"You can't ask me for anything; I'm the one in charge here. Don't forget that."
I grabbed his tie and pulled his mouth down to mine, kissing him with a bit too much passion for a public place.
But he didn't stop me.
I was the first to pull away, feeling my lips swell.
He stared at me, his brown eyes trying to decipher my expression. It looked like he wanted to hike up my skirts and pin me against the wall to fuck me right then and there.
"We'll continue once we get home."
"No."
I let go of his tie and smoothed it against his chest.
"We'll continue in the car.
#CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
I thought the look of pain on Josephine's face would please me.
But it didn't.
To tell the truth, I couldn't have cared less.
Slowly, her face paled, losing all its color. The innate sparkle in her eyes vanished—a subtle thing I noticed only because I knew her well. As soon as she laid eyes on London and saw our fingers intertwined, she knew I had moved on.
And it broke her heart.
What a shame.
London and I said our goodbyes, then went to the roundabout in front of the entrance to wait for my driver. I wanted nothing more than to return to the castle, rip that expensive ball gown off her, and fuck her until dawn. I liked the possessiveness she had shown earlier, though I didn't understand why. She was undoubtedly mine, but I would never be hers. She wanted us to be monogamous, and we were, but I refused to tell her; she would know she had a certain power over me.
I couldn't allow that.
I much preferred her imagining me fucking girls here and there than admitting that she satisfied me on her own. The greatest kings in history had met their downfall because of women. These men thought they ruled the world, when in reality, the world was ruled by women who led them by the nose.
I wouldn't let that happen to me.
No matter how infatuated I had become with London. No matter how much respect I had for her. No matter that I hadn't been serious when I threatened to kill her brother. There were lines I refused to cross.
The car arrived, and Dunbar opened the back door. I let London get in first, then I followed her onto the seat. The windows were tinted, almost opaque, and the partition between Dunbar and us closed when I pressed the button. He already knew where we were going, so I didn't have to say a word.
We pulled onto the main road, and London crawled over to me and straddled my hips. Her massive ball gown was spread out over the seat and the floor of the car, rustling with every move she made. Her hands planted themselves in my hair, and she kissed me vigorously on the mouth, devouring me as if she had wanted to fuck me all night long.
I didn't like being on the bottom. I didn't like surprises. I didn't like letting others take control.
But I found it rather sexy with London.
My hands slid under her dress and caressed her silky thighs, while my rock-hard cock pressed against her panties. I gripped her ass with my powerful hands and rubbed myself slowly against her, moving back and forth against her sensitive clitoris just the way she liked.
She gasped into my mouth, digging her fingers into my shoulders.
All thoughts of Josephine evaporated. London was the only woman occupying my mind.
She kept kissing me while undoing my pants, pulling down my boxers in one swift motion to reveal my length. She slid off her thong, then slowly lowered herself onto me.
Her lips stopped moving against mine as she swallowed me, inch by inch, letting her flesh stretch. A soft moan escaped her lips, signaling that she was savoring my steel-hard cock.
When I was deep inside her, she stayed there and wrapped her hands behind my neck. The car was still speeding down the road, changing lanes from time to time. I could hear the sounds of traffic in the distance, punctuated by honks.
I reached for the buttons on the ceiling and turned on the radio. A piece of classical music filled the back of the car. I didn't want Dunbar to hear how sexy London sounded when she came, knowing her languid moans would echo throughout the cabin. He would jerk off thinking about it, and I couldn't stand the thought.
I was the only one allowed to jerk off thinking about her.
She gasped as she rode me like a horse, taking my massive cock inside her again and again. She moved her hips the way I had taught her, rubbing her clitoris against my pelvic bone. She threw her head back and abruptly pulled the front of her dress down to free her breasts. Then, she started caressing them while rocking her pelvis.
Fuck.
I pressed my face into the valley between her breasts and inhaled her divine scent. My tongue followed her curves and tasted her sweet perfume. I continued to pound her, feeling the same wetness that had welcomed me since the first time I fucked her. This woman wanted me constantly. She was the best prisoner I had ever had.
And the only one.
"Your pussy is too good."
I braced my feet against the floor as I delivered powerful pelvic thrusts, penetrating her with my nine inches. There was no other place my cock would rather be than inside this arrogant beauty.
"I love your cock."
Her hands kept caressing her tits, and she was panting. Her eyes probed mine before she threw her head back again, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders.
A moan escaped from the back of my throat. Her enthusiasm turned me on intensely, turning me into a wild beast. At that moment, all that mattered was to fuck her as long as possible. I needed to be inside her to survive. Food, water, and security were secondary. I needed only her.
Her hands left her breasts and found my waist, her hips still moving.
"I'm already ready to cum…"
She kissed my neck and nibbled my lobe, her gasps loud and sexy in my ear.
"Cum on my dick, Cutie."
I gripped her ass and forced her down harder onto my cock, wanting to give her an orgasm that would make her toes curl.
"My God, yes…"
She held her breath, and her chest swelled. Her nails dug so deeply into my clothes that they almost pierced my skin. She brought her face close to mine and looked at me with a look that was deathly sexy. Then she exploded, her wetness flooding my entire cock.
"Crewe… yes… Crewe."
I loved it when she said my name. I truly felt like a king. I wanted to cum, but I wanted to keep going, knowing there was half an hour left in the drive. What better way to pass the time than fucking such an exquisite woman?
Once she came back to Earth, I laid her down on the leather seat, resting her head against the door. Her legs automatically wrapped around my waist, and she planted her fingers in my hair again.
I ravaged her, pinning her against the seat and the door. My hips moved at full speed, wanting to fuck her until she was sore. I slid through her intoxicating wetness, knowing she loved my cock as much as I loved giving it to her.
I was going to make her come one more time before we arrived.
"Crewe… you're too good."
She kissed the corner of my mouth, her face covered in a sheen of sweat.
"I love it when you fuck me hard."
"You haven't seen anything yet, Cutie."