by Penelope Sky
That made me look like the biggest pussy in the world.
I didn’t believe in forgiveness.
Just ruthlessness.
I swiped my thumb across the screen and answered. I pressed the phone to my ear but didn’t say anything, too annoyed to actually form words with my mouth. I’d made it abundantly clear she didn’t have any chance with me, but apparently, that didn’t mean shit to her. “If you’re interested in ordering Highland Scotch for a party, you can always call Ariel. If you’re inviting me to a social event, invitations by mail are welcome. Any other inquiries are inappropriate, and frankly, annoying.” I was never this cold to her when we were together, not even when she pissed me off, but when she decided to be with someone else, I shut the door on her forever. It wasn’t about getting my heart broken. It was about the disloyalty.
I hated disloyalty.
She made a promise to me—and she fucking broke it.
Josephine breathed into the phone, obviously offended by my introduction. She didn’t have a backbone the way Ariel did. She was fragile. A few insults were enough to cripple her into sobs.
“Crewe, I just want to talk to you.”
“About what?” I asked coldly. “We aren’t friends, so I don’t see what there is to talk about.”
“I’m sorry to bother you…I really am.”
“No, you aren’t,” I snapped. “If so, you wouldn’t have dropped by yesterday. And you wouldn’t be calling me now.”
“It’s just…my father is in the hospital.”
I hadn’t heard the news. Maybe they were keeping it quiet. For just an instant, I felt sympathy. “I’m sorry to hear that, Josephine. Will he be alright?”
“He had a heart attack…” She cried into the phone. “The doctors say they think he’ll be okay, but he’s being observed overnight for a few more days. There’s a blockage in one of his carotid arteries. They need to operate.”
I didn’t remember my father very much. All I had were pictures of him. The only memories I had were ones I made up. When I saw a picture of us playing catch outside on the lawn, I pretended we were both baseball fans even though we never followed the international sport. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.” I had no idea if her father would be okay, but I wanted to say what she wanted to hear.
“I don’t know…I just came home to get some sleep. I’d been there for a few days.”
Except when she came to my home.
“I was hoping you could stop by…or I could go over there.”
The question made me angry, but I swallowed my rage out of respect for her situation. “Where’s Andrew?”
“He’s in Africa with UNICEF. He’ll be gone for another week. He said he couldn’t leave right now…”
Nothing would have stopped me from being by her side if we were still together. But that ship had sailed. “I can’t join you, Josephine. You know that.”
“Please…I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, and I don’t want to be alone right now.”
No way in hell was I going over there. If someone saw me, it would look really bad. Not that I wanted to go over there anyway. “Josephine, I’m not your fiancé anymore. And I’m not your friend either. Let’s not forget how we got here. You left me for Andrew. You have to stand by your choice now.”
“I said I made a mistake. How many times do I have to repeat it?”
“You couldn’t repeat it enough times,” I said coldly. “But it wouldn’t change anything anyway.”
She cried quietly into the phone, trying to cover up the sound of her tears. “I know you still love me…”
“I really don’t.” Any love I had for her disappeared the day she betrayed me. I stopped respecting her. I stopped caring about her. It made me realize that everything meaningful we had never meant anything at all. Within the snap of a finger, I was over it.
And I never looked back.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered.
“I don’t care,” I said coldly. “I’m sorry about your father. I truly am. I hope he has a speedy recovery and he’s back on his feet soon.”
“Crewe—”
“Please don’t call me again, Josephine.” I hung up before she could get another word in. Her problems weren’t my problems anymore. I wasn’t being stubborn, just authoritative. You couldn’t humiliate me in front of the whole world and come back to me when you needed something. I respected myself too much for that.
It took me a few seconds to remember what was waiting for me upstairs. I eyed the scotch and felt my restraint slip away. I snatched the bottle and poured another glass, forgetting what London asked me to do. I downed the amber liquid and felt the burn all the way down my throat.
But it didn’t burn as much as my anger.
7
London
I lay on the bed like he instructed, naked and flat on my belly. Taking orders from him was easy when it came to stuff like this. I wasn’t offended at being bossed around, not when he had that smoldering look in his eyes. Obeying was my best course of action—and the best way to get into his heart.
The best way for me to escape.
He walked into the room minutes later and shut the door behind him. His actions were loud, his heavy shoes hitting the floor heavily just before he dropped his jacket to the ground. He was announcing his presence as loudly as possible as he approached the bed.
My wrists were yanked behind my back, and he secured his tie around my wrists. He tugged harder than necessary, forcing my shoulders back off the bed. He tied the silky fabric into a strong knot before he undressed himself. His shirt hit the floor, following by everything else.
I tried to keep my breathing calm, but it continued to accelerate. It was a combination of my discomfort and my arousal. I could sense how much he wanted me based on his quick movements. He was anxious, even a little angry.
When he was finally naked, he opened one of his drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube.
He never needed that with me. I was always soaked for him. He’d commented on it countless times.
“What’s that for?”
Crewe never answered. He grabbed a bottle and popped the lid off. Then he poured the liquid directly on top of my ass.
My body prickled at the cold liquid, and I looked over my shoulder to see the amber color. Of course, it was scotch. It soaked into the blanket and the sheets underneath, but he didn’t care.
His hands moved to either side of my body, and he leaned down to kiss me. His lips started on my left cheek then moved to the right. The kisses started off gentle and quickly accelerated into something much more aggressive. His tongue lapped at my skin as he moved to the center of my cheeks. Then he pressed his face deeper into the crack and swiped his tongue across my asshole.
I tensed when he felt him, never having experienced that before. He licked the scotch directly off my opening, tasting me as well as the alcohol. My wrists automatically tested the soft fabric of his tie, my back arching and my lips parting.
His tongue greeted my opening slowly, licking the entrance as if he were asking for permission to come inside. His kisses and caresses turned more aggressive, and he shoved his tongue inside me and tasted me in a way no man ever had.
My head rested on the bed, and I took a deep breath as my nerve endings fired off in alarm. I’d never been touched that way, never been kissed at my back entrance like that. If he’d told me he was going to do this before he did it, I would have said I wasn’t into it. But the longer I felt him, the less intrusive it seemed. His hand gripped my right cheek and pulled it to the side, giving him more access to my asshole. He kissed me harder with more force, lubricating my entrance with just his saliva.
I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. It was just so weird to be kissed in an area I never let anyone get close to. None of the other men in my life even tried to visit the location, but Crewe poured scotch all over it and lapped it up like he’d been in the desert all week.
His breathing increased, and
I felt his hard dick press against me when he moved sometimes. He blew warm air across my skin before he kissed me again, his tongue diving deeper and deeper.
A quiet moan escaped my mouth when I felt him take me more aggressively. If I were going to get him to see me as more than a slave, I’d have to do all the things he enjoyed—even if they were strange. So far, enjoying things had never been a problem. But this was too weird, too unusual.
He dove his tongue into my entrance once more before he pulled his mouth away and stood up. He grabbed the bottle of lube, popped the cap, and then squirted it onto my ass.
Now I figured out what the lube was for.
When he fucked my pussy, he stretched me to the breaking point. It always felt good, but it was also a little painful. I never minded the pain because everything else was so good. But taking him in my rear was not something I found appetizing.
He squirted the lube onto his length and massaged it into the skin, coating his cock with the shiny liquid.
I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m not into this.”
His dark eyes turned to me, and they continued to throb with desire as though I hadn’t said anything at all. “You’ve done it before?”
“No, I—”
“Then you’re going to try.” He crawled on top of the bed and positioned himself over me. His cock rubbed against my slippery cheeks, and he dug in his hips as he ground against me.
“That’s an exit, not an entrance.”
He craned his neck over my shoulder and looked down at me. “Every hole in your body is an entrance for me.” He directed his length to my asshole and slowly began to push.
I yanked on the tie, assuming I could snap it in half since the material was soft, but it didn’t go anywhere. It was snugly secured in place. I tried again, but it seemed like it tightened the knot even more.
He pressed his head into my entrance, and the second he was inside me, I felt the stretching. My body was being pulled apart in ways it never had been before. I felt the pain at his intrusion, my body automatically wanting to push him out.
His mouth moved to my ear. “Relax.”
“I have a dick going into my ass. How am I supposed to relax?”
He chuckled, his warm breath falling over my canal. “It’ll feel good. When have I ever made you feel anything but good?” He kissed the shell of my ear then sealed his mouth over mine. He kissed me slowly, his lips moving with mine. As he distracted me, he slowly inserted his cock farther, stretching my asshole in a way it’d never been stretched before. I was pinned to the bed with my wrists bound, forced to take his impressive cock.
He ended our kiss and looked into my eyes instead, watching my reaction.
He moved farther and farther, making my breath quicken and my body tense. It was the most unusual sensation I’d ever felt. He wasn’t even completely inside me yet, and I felt full. I didn’t think I could take any more of him. “Crewe…”
“Stay with me.” He pushed farther until his length was completed inserted, all nine inches pulsing. He wasn’t just long, but thick. The pressure was intense, and I tugged on the tie again.
“It hurts…” I never admitted weakness to him out of principle, but having him completely inside me like this was a brand-new feeling. It was a lot more intimate than being slapped across the face or grabbed by the neck.
“I know.” He moved his lips to my temple. “It always hurts the first time.” He started to rock his hips slowly, inserting his length and gently pulling it out. No matter how subtle his moves were, the sensation was intense. He breathed into my ear canal, his desire heavy in his breath. A quiet grunt escaped his throat as he stretched my asshole over and over.
I kept my shoulders back and tried to remain relaxed. The tenser I became, the more it hurt. My eyes smarted from the firing of my nerve endings, and a few drops pooled at the corners of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks.
Crewe inserted his full length inside me then grabbed my chin. He tilted my face toward him so he could get a good view of my expression. He moaned at the sight of my tears then started to move again, giving me his length over and over. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you cry.”
My body shook as his thrusts increased. He started off slow, but now he couldn’t restrain his excitement. He rocked into me harder, making the bed shake as our body weight shifted forward over and over. “Such a tight asshole.”
Listening to his excitement made me forget the discomfort I was feeling. My body finally loosened, and the tears stopped pooling in my eyes. His length started to feel good inside me, just as it did when he was deep in my pussy. My clit rubbed against the comforter on the bed the harder he shook me, and that extra stimulation brought me to a heavenly level of pleasure.
Crewe picked up on my enjoyment. “I always make you feel good, Lovely.” He thrust into me harder, giving me his length at a greater speed than before. He was no longer gentle, taking me like we’d done this countless times.
The more vigorous his movements, the more it hurt. But it also felt better at the same time, feeling his length more intensely and dragging my clit across the sheets. My wrists instinctively pulled on the tie again as I began to writhe, moans automatically pouring out of my mouth.
His pants increased the harder he moved inside me. “You like my cock in your mouth and your pussy. Now you like it in your ass.”
The heat seared my body and burned me from the inside out.
“Tell me.”
I shook with his thrusts. “I like your cock in my ass.”
He fucked me harder, giving it to me ruthlessly. “I want more than that.”
I felt the heated warning in my belly as the orgasm approached. I knew I was going to climax. I could feel it in my bones. “I love your cock in my ass…”
He thrusts turned into pounds, and he fucked my ass ruthlessly.
I was gonna come. I could feel it deep inside me. It slowly circled through my nerves before it migrated down into my gut. With a fiery explosion, it ignited. My face pressed against the mattress, and my back arched as I writhed. I let out a scream for the entire castle to hear, but I didn’t care if they overheard my pleasure. Crewe fucked me harder to egg me on, and I was carried into a powerful oblivion that lasted for minutes. My wrists yanked on the tie until the material dug into my wrists, burning me from the powerful friction.
“Lovely…” After a few more heated pumps, he came with a moan. “Fuck.” His cock pulsed inside me as he released, filling me with mounds of arousal. His breathing was loud next to my ear, and he stayed put until every single drop was deep inside me.
He pressed his forehead against the back of my head, his chest warm and covered with sweat. He breathed with me, coming down from his high as I did the same. His pulse was strong against my back, his body fatigued after the way he took me roughly. With a sigh, he climbed off of me and slowly pulled his cock out.
My ass immediately tightened when he was gone, and it felt strange without him deep inside me.
He left the bed and walked into the shower without saying another word to me. I never realized I expected his affection until he didn’t give it. He usually kissed me or caressed my hair with his fingertips when we were finished. But now, I felt like a meaningless whore who was just there for a quick fuck.
He’d never made me feel like that before.
I left the bed and cleaned up before I stripped the sheets. Maybe he didn’t care about the scotch getting into the mattress, but I certainly did. I placed them in the hallway and knew the maids would take care of it.
Sometimes I thought I was making progress with Crewe, making him look at me differently than he used to. I thought he was kinder, gentler. He went out of his way to look out for me, hold my hand when I was scared on the plane and defend me when Dunbar lost his temper. But now, it was just like the first day I arrived.
He didn’t give a damn about me.
What happened? We had lunch together, and everything seemed fine. Then he came upstairs in
a brooding mood.
I’d ask, but he would never tell me.
I couldn’t get discouraged and give up. I had to keep going if I ever wanted to get out of here. Being insignificant would just keep me here longer. If he ever got bored with me, he might sell me or kill me.
I couldn’t let that happen.
I walked into the bathroom and saw him standing underneath the water. He’d just shampooed his hair, so he closed his eyes and tilted his head so he could rinse the suds away. If you took away the constant hostility, the fact that he was kidnapped me, and the sudden changes in his mood, he was a perfect man. With a body carved out of marble and a face more handsome than any model on any billboard I’d ever seen, he was beautiful. Sexy and strong, he had a rugged jawline and corded veins across his hands and forearms. If we’d met in another life, I suspect I’d be obsessed with him.
But that wasn’t reality.
He was my enemy, the man holding my brother’s life hostage as well as my own. Despite my attraction, I would never forget what my objective was. Sometimes his kiss softened my resolve. Sometimes I felt safe when he protected me. Sometimes I was grateful he was sleeping beside me at night.
But that didn’t change anything.
I stepped into the shower behind him and closed the door. The walls were made of glass, and the space was big enough to fit four people. He must have heard the door but didn’t give any indication that he knew I was behind him.
My hands reached his lower back, and I slowly slid up the grooves of muscle until I reached his shoulder blades. My fingertips pressed lightly into the skin, giving him affection without digging my claws into him.
He stayed under the shower and didn’t move, as if I weren’t there at all.
I pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, tasting the drops of water that fell from his hair.
He turned his head slightly, at last giving me a reaction.
My arms circled his waist, and I rested my head against his back, standing under the water with him. I felt his strong heartbeat against my palm, noticing it was still beating hard even though he’d been in the shower for several minutes.