The Scotch Queen: Book Two

by Penelope Sky

  I was still high, so I wiped my fingers across my opening, getting his sticky come on my fingertips. I felt it drip down my fingers before I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked everything away.

  Crewe watched every movement I made, his eyes wide with both shock and profound desire.

  I licked more away before I circled my mouth with my tongue. “Yum.”

  Crewe watched me for several seconds, holding his powerful body on his arms. His cock started to harden all over again, so he moved back on top of me and pointed his head inside me. He hardened at a remarkable speed then pushed through his come and entered me once more. “I’m gonna fuck you all night.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He took a sharp breath like he’d been stabbed. The title floored him, cranking up his desire to an entirely new level. His cock was just as thick as the first round, and his desire seemed to be even greater.

  When he fucked me again, he fucked me hard. He threw my legs over his shoulders and pinned me down like a man conquering an entire army. He possessed me with every thrust, destroyed me with every push. Our come moved together and got all over the sheets, but neither one of us cared.

  And of course, he made me come again.

  8

  Crewe

  Dimitri placed my second mug of coffee on the desk and silently dismissed himself.

  I usually drank a cup in the morning, but today, I probably needed at least three cups. I didn’t get any sleep last night, so I was exhausted.

  Not that I was complaining.

  I couldn’t focus on any of my tasks because I kept thinking about that unbelievable woman upstairs in my bedroom. She was probably still asleep because she didn’t have any reason to get up early. But by lunchtime, she’d better be ready for me.

  I was gonna fuck her even harder than I did last night.

  I was in a pissed mood last night after Josephine called, begging me to show her compassion when she didn’t deserve it. It stirred up feelings of rage that I couldn’t control. I went out into town and drank at a bar alone, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

  Just made me feel worse.

  The last thing I wanted was to screw my slave, but once she started touching herself, I was out of my mind. I couldn’t get my cock inside her fast enough. And when he was there, he never wanted to leave.

  He wanted to stay buried inside her forever.

  I wiped the sleep from the corner of my eye for the third time and took a drink of my second coffee. I hadn’t had any scotch today because I was too tired for that. At this rate, I really could quit cold turkey.

  The office door opened again, and I looked up, expecting to see Dimitri.

  But it was London.

  Looking fucking beautiful in a strapless blue dress with straight hair. Her makeup was done like she had someplace to be. My cock immediately began to harden the second she entered the room, his thoughts on the ferocious way she needed me last night. She was horny as hell, and she needed me to fix it.

  I was more than happy to oblige.

  She walked up to my desk, strutting her hips like she was on a mission. She came around the glorious piece of furniture that had been there for hundreds of years and slid into my lap like she owned me and the entire room.

  Dimitri hustled inside, out of breath. “I’m sorry, sir. I tried to stop her—”

  I held up my hand and focused my gaze on her. “She’s fine. Leave.”

  Dimitri darted out just as quickly as he came inside.

  My hands moved to her thighs, my eyes focused on her green ones.

  Her eyes were narrowed, and her shoulders were stiff like she had something to say to me. This wasn’t just a visit about pleasure, even though she sat right on my hard-on. Her arms circled my neck, and she stared at me head on. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

  I raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what she meant.

  “I want you to fuck me and only me.” She spoke with a stern voice that matched her features, but it was adorable that this small woman was making demands. “I want it to be just the two of us. You give me what I need. I can give you whatever you need. No more late nights when you’re out and about. I want you in that bed with me every night. End of story.”

  She didn’t leave any room for negotiation, not that I had different terms in mind. She obviously thought I’d been fooling around with other women this entire time, when in reality, she was the only woman I’d even looked at. If this had been a few weeks ago, I would have pushed her off me and said her demands were ridiculous, that I would fuck whoever I wanted whenever I wanted.

  But I didn’t do that now.

  I didn’t hate the idea of monogamy. I didn’t despise making any promise of fidelity to her. The fact that she wanted me all to herself caused a stirring in my pants. She made me feel needed, feel manly. She was my prisoner, but now we felt like partners, like she wanted to be there with me.

  That was the sexiest thing of all.

  This woman wanted me—badly.

  I undid my belt and the top of my slacks as I kept my eyes on her. My hands reached for her dress next, and I yanked it up and pulled her panties to the side.

  She reached behind her and grabbed the base of my cock and directed my length inside her. She slid all the way down to my balls, releasing a quiet moan as she moved.

  I gripped her thighs and pressed my forehead against hers. “Just you and me.”

  “I made all the arrangements for the opening.” Ariel sat in the armchair with her legs crossed, wearing a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse. She had a petite frame because she worked all day long and never ate anything. Sometimes, she drank scotch with me, but she usually preferred wine. “Caterers have been taken care of, everyone you invited RSVP’d, and we have the special wine you requested.”

  Did that mean Bones was coming? I’d have to give him a call to verify. “Josephine responded?”

  “Yeah.” She looked up from her folder with her black frames sitting on the bridge of her nose. She examined my expression, trying to read me. “Will that be a problem?”

  I hadn’t mentioned my current drama with my ex. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. She stopped by last week, but I refused to see her. Then she called and told me her father had a heart attack.” I told Ariel everything, so the words flowed. “She asked me to come over, but I told her not to call me again and hung up.”

  Ariel nodded with approval. “She can’t have it both ways. She can’t leave you and expect you to be there for her.”

  “I know.” Ariel was just as cold as I was. That was probably why we got along so well.

  “She has a lot of nerve, honestly.”

  “I agree.”

  When Ariel took a deep breath, I knew whatever she was going to say was tense. “So, are you bringing London, or did you have someone else in mind?” She made her feelings about my bedmate perfectly clear, so I knew what answer she was hoping for.

  “London.”

  Ariel hardly hid her annoyance and scribbled in her notebook. “I’ll arrange for her hair and makeup to be complete. I strongly encourage a short etiquette course. Her shoulders slouch, and she doesn’t understand how to carry on a conversation with her superiors.”

  I smiled when I pictured how that conversation would go. That fire would leap in her eyes and burn indefinitely. “I’ll run it by her.”

  “Good.” She closed the folder. “That’s all I have for now. If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

  “I know. You never sleep.” I gave her a smile and watched her rise out of the chair.

  She still wore that stern expression, but she was fighting the smile that wanted to spread across her face. “Work comes first.”

  “Are you bringing someone to the opening?”

  “Crewe, you know I never mix business with pleasure.”

  She didn’t seem like someone who had a lot of pleasure in her life. “Well, you’re always welcome to. You’ve met my women. I’d
like to meet your men sometime—make sure they’re good enough for you.”

  She finally smiled. “There’s no man good enough for me.” She walked out and left me alone in the office.

  As usual, my thoughts returned to London. Whenever I was alone, she came into my thoughts. If Ariel knew I decided to share my bed with London exclusively, she wouldn’t be too happy about it. Her fire would burn the entire castle.

  I rubbed the scruff along my jaw and felt the urge to throw back a glass of scotch. I missed the burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. But I was trying to cut back the way London asked me to, going from nine glasses a day to four. I’d already had one, so I needed to take a break before I moved on to the second glass. It was only noon.

  I picked up the phone and called Bones, knowing that psychopath would stop me from thinking about the two drugs in my life.

  “Crewe, how’s the scotch business going?” He spoke with a deep voice that was just as rough as sandpaper. His tone made it sound like he was up to no good, a naturally sinister voice that was heavy with evil. I wondered if I sounded that way to other people.

  “No complaints. How’s the weapon business?”

  “No complaints,” he said with a chuckle. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

  I only bought weapons from Bones once before, and that was because the Barsetti brothers were unavailable. The craftsmanship was good and the quality was passable, but it was nothing compared to the product Crow and Cane offered. “I’m opening a second distillery in Edinburgh on Saturday night. Wanted to know if you’re coming.”

  “I got your invitation. I might stop by. I’ll be in the area anyway.”

  I chewed on the inside of my lip as I contemplated what to say next. Every move I made was just as strategic as a general moving warships out in the Atlantic Ocean. I wanted to know if he was bringing Vanessa, but I couldn’t come out and ask. I shouldn’t even know about Vanessa. “Hope to see you there.”

  “Will your pet be on your arm for the evening?”

  All the muscles in my shoulders immediately tensed at the question. I didn’t appreciate his tone, the way his breathing changed the second London was mentioned. Anger that I couldn’t explain hovered at the surface under my skin, about to explode in a fiery combustion. “Yes. She’s always on my arm.”

  He chuckled into the phone. “Looks like I missed out on an incredible woman. At least I found someone else to take her place.”

  I knew exactly who he was talking about. I swallowed my anger over London because that wasn’t as important as my next question. “Will she be accompanying you on Saturday?”

  “Possibly. We’ll see how her bruises heal up.”

  I swallowed the bile that rose up my throat. I’d have to leave that comment out when I spoke to Crow. It would break him in half. “I look forward to meeting her.”

  “And I look forward to seeing your pet.”

  Before I could say anything to ruin things for Crow and Cane, I ended the conversation and got off the phone with him. I wasn’t particularly close to the Barsetti brothers, but I understood what it was like to lose a family member. My offer to help them came from my own loss. If I at least had Alec, I might not feel so alone. I would have someone to share the burden of my name. I could have disappeared into the sunset and lived out my life in solitude along the coast of Greece. But I couldn’t disgrace my parents’ legacy by abandoning my duties.

  I called Crow a few moments later. “Hey, it’s Crewe.”

  “How’s our product treating you?”

  My men were happy to be armed with new equipment. The fortifications surrounding me reached a new peak. I kept a few guns for myself, stashing them in places that London wouldn’t come across. “Well. Pristine, as usual.”

  “You get what you pay for. So, have you heard anything from him?” Crow rarely mentioned his name, always referring to him vaguely. He did a good job controlling his anger, but I thought I could feel his rage through the phone.

  Maybe I was just imagining it. “I just got off the phone with him. He didn’t give me a concrete answer, but he said he might stop by. And he said he might bring Vanessa.”

  Crow didn’t say anything.

  I gave him a moment to digest what I said. His mind was probably working a million miles an hour. If someone had been stolen from me, all I would ever think about was getting them back—along with my revenge. “You have a game plan in mind?”

  “Cane and I will be there. We won’t show our faces, and we’ll remain out of sight. If we see an opportunity to grab her, we will.”

  “I’m sure he’ll bring a few guards as well.”

  “We’ll figure it out. Ideally, we’d like to make it seem like Vanessa ran for it. He won’t suspect you that way.”

  “No gunshots, okay? There’s gonna be a lot of important people there. My criminal activities are unknown to them, and it needs to stay that way.”

  “Understood. You’re doing us a favor, and we wouldn’t stab you in the back.”

  I took his word for it. “Thank you.”

  “I’ll talk to you later.”

  I got off the phone then got back to work, resisting the glass of scotch I desperately wanted to drink.

  I walked into the bedroom with my tie already loosened, anxious to see London since she hadn’t made an appearance all day. Sometimes she came to my office for a visit, sitting on my lap and distracting me from the pile of work I needed to get through.

  I wasn’t ready for the sight I came upon. Standing in black lingerie, London looked like every man’s fantasy. The lacy top had two openings where her tits hung freely, firm and perky with hard nipples. Her crotchless thong barely covered anything, leaving her long and beautiful legs visible for my eyes to cherish.

  I’d never seen her in lingerie before. I’d never asked her to dress up for me, and now I was glad I never did. It was much more exciting when it was a surprise. I pulled my tie off my neck and slowly walked toward her as I dropped my jacket.

  I took my time undressing in front of her, my eyes on her beautiful face the entire time. My throat went dry, and my heart raced in my chest. My cock was already hard from thinking about her all day, and now he was so thick he might burst.

  I got my slacks and shoes off then dropped my boxers to the floor. My rock-hard dick greeted her with a distinct twitch. The fact that this woman wanted me so much when she used to despise me was such a turn-on. Now she needed me home every night, needed me inside her several times a day.

  She circled my neck with her arms and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue diving past my lips with desperation. Her nails dug into me, razor-sharp and powerful. Her hands trailed down my body as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

  I took a deep breath when I knew what was coming next.

  She grabbed the base of my cock and shoved my entire length inside her throat, her mouth gaping open and saliva pooling at the corners.

  I already felt like a king in my own world. I owned everyone and everything. But nothing made me feel more kingly than having this woman on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Nothing made me feel more powerful than watching the desire burn in her eyes. My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I guided her up and down my length. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she struggled to breathe as my cock took up most of her throat. But she kept going because she knew I loved it—and she loved it too.

  We had dinner on the balcony of the bedroom because London didn’t want to go downstairs. She said she wanted to eat in my t-shirt and boxers, looking casual but sexy at the same time.

  I preferred her in my clothes over a gown any day.

  She cut into her fish and looked over the balcony, enjoying the lights from the rest of the castle and the cloudless sky. All the stars could be seen, twinkling high above us.

  While she paid attention to the beauty surrounding us, I paid attention to her. Her mascara was slightly smeared because of the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Her hair was
disheveled from the way I’d savagely gripped it. But all those imperfections made her flawless. She was more beautiful than any famous work of art that hung on my walls.

  Our relationship was nothing compared how it used to be. It was a lot of bickering back and forth, my constant need to overpower her and restrain her every time she resisted. I had to conquer her more than once to get her to submit. But now there was a quiet companionship between us, a relationship full of silent conversations. I didn’t have to put on a front with her anymore. She didn’t need to put one on with me.

  We could coexist—happily.

  And the longer I had her in my life, the more beautiful I found her to be. Her features didn’t change and her weight didn’t fluctuate, but I found myself appreciating the curve of her cheekbones, the plumpness of her lips. I cared more about the beauty of her eyes than the shape of her figure. Her words had new meaning to them because I found everything she said insightful.

  I didn’t know what was happening, but I liked it.

  She continued to eat quietly, her eyes downcast. There was a slight breeze in the air, and it blew a few strands away from her face.

  I drank water with my meal, hating its blandness.

  She looked across the table and noticed my nearly empty glass. “You’ve been doing well. I’m impressed.”

  “It hasn’t been easy, but not impossible.” It would be impossible for me to stop drinking altogether. That was something I wasn’t willing to compromise on. But three to four glasses a day was doable.

  “Feel any different?”

  I could think more clearly and had a little more energy, but I was definitely moody. “I’m a little angry all the time.”

  She chuckled. “So nothing has changed.”

  I could resist the smile that formed on my face. “What did you do today?”

  “I did Pilates in the living room. Then I hung up your clothes and cleaned everything.”