The Scotch King: Book One

by Penelope Sky

  “Crewe, please—”

  He slammed the door.

  Unable to bottle it in any longer, I succumbed to my tears.

  7

  Crewe

  She didn’t come out of her room for meals or anything else. She stayed hidden away. Finley checked on her from time to time to make sure she didn’t hang herself in the closet. I wouldn’t blame her if she tried to take that avenue.

  I would do the same thing.

  While it was an unfortunate circumstance for her, I didn’t feel any sympathy. That was how the world worked. Evil men would exploit you the second you let your guard down. She should have hidden herself better, left her guard up longer. If she took care of herself, I wouldn’t have been able to find her.

  So this was her mistake.

  Bones would take her away, beat her senseless, and then kill her within eight months. When she left my house, it would be the last time I’d ever see her—the last time anyone would see her besides Bones. Her death would be just as painful as her remaining months of life.

  But I still didn’t give a damn.

  The silent treatment wouldn’t change my mind. She could starve herself all she wanted. She would just have less energy to resist Bones if she planned to fight him. Her silent protest had no effect on me. If anything, it was nice not having to listen to her bitch and complain.

  Ariel walked into my office. “I just got off the phone with Bones. He said he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon to collect his new purchase.”

  “Thanks for letting me know.”

  She lingered in the doorway. “That girl has a long road ahead of her.”

  “She does. But I hope you aren’t going soft on me.”

  “I’m not.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I just wonder if she’s strong enough to survive it.”

  I shook my head. “No one is. You know how crazy he is.”

  She nodded. “Well, if I don’t see her before she leaves, wish her good luck for me.”

  I chuckled. “She’s not speaking to me. I don’t think she’ll ever speak to me again.”

  Ariel shrugged. “You aren’t much of a talker anyway.” She winked before she shut the door.

  I finished my work day, went for a run around the island and did my fitness routine, had dinner, and then read before I went to bed. London might come to my room again to kill me in my sleep, but I suspected she wouldn’t. At this point, killing me wouldn’t change anything. Bones would come to collect her regardless.

  I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking of my next trip to Glasgow. I’d had enough alone time on this island. When I returned to the city, I would visit some of my regulars. Sex was something I craved, like any other man, but there were times when I didn’t need it. But the urge always came back.

  Three weeks without it had surged my libido.

  The door opened and someone walked inside. I knew exactly who it was without confirmation. If she was here to kill me again, it was pointless. She would need a gun if she planned to overpower me.

  I sat up in bed and stilled at the sight.

  London untied her bathrobe and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. She stood there naked, her tits perky with hard nipples. Her long legs reached up to her neck. She sauntered to the bed, her hips shaking as she walked. Her hair was done in curls and dark eye shadow was around her eyes.

  She reached the bed then climbed on top, her smooth skin warm when it came close to mine.

  I stared at her in infatuation, my cock hard and ready to go. A part of me wondered if this was a dream. She hated me earlier in the day. I doubted she had the urge to fuck me after what I did to her.

  She straddled my hips and lowered her body directly onto my cock. My sensitive skin could feel the folds of her pussy, the soft flesh I would penetrate over and over. She massaged her tits and grinded against me, having the charms of a whore.

  My hands moved to her hips, and I dug my fingers into her soft skin. “Lovely…” I sat up and brought one nipple into my mouth, sucking the hard flesh and tasting it. She tasted clean and smelled like a woman, flowery.

  As I cherished her body, I figured out exactly what she was doing. “Fucking you won’t change my mind about tomorrow. I’m going to sell you to Bones no matter how good you are in the sack.”

  Her fingertips moved through my hair as she held me close. She arched her back so I could get more of her other nipple into my mouth. She spent the last two days hating me, and now it seemed like that never happened. “You might change your mind…” She craned her neck so her lips could reach my shoulder. She pressed wet kisses across the skin until she reached my neck. Her tongue moved up to my ear, where her heated breath filled my canal.

  My hands explored her back, feeling the hard definition under her silky soft skin. Her shoulders were petite but possessed strength. I could feel her power under my fingertips. Even though I’d already seen her naked several times, it felt like a new experience. Now I was touching her, exploring her.

  I moved forward and positioned her on her back, my hips moving between her thighs. My arms slid behind her knees, and I leaned over her, my cock rubbing against her folds. I stared down at her, my chest grazing against her perky tits. I eyed her lips with longing, seeing this beautiful woman underneath me.

  When she first arrived here, I was unimpressed. She was just a woman like all the others, with soft hair and a curvy figure. She had emeralds for eyes and the attitude of a prison warden. But now I couldn’t stop looking at her, seeing her as something else entirely. I recalled all the times she defied me, refusing to show fear even though she was terrified. Unwillingly, she made me respect her.

  And that was a hard thing to accomplish.

  She pressed her hands against my chest and slid her palms upward, rubbing both of my hard pectoral muscles. She reached my shoulders and dug her fingers into the skin, feeling the strength my body carried. Her legs tightened around my waist, her ankles hooking together.

  I stared at her lips and anticipated the surge of adrenaline. Her lips probably tasted better than her skin. She had the confidence to be utterly sexy, to be my fantasy. The fact that she had crawled on top of me and outright asked for sex gave her the control.

  But I liked giving it away.

  Now she was pinned underneath me, ready for me to enjoy.

  I pressed my mouth to hers and slowly kissed her, feeling a current surge through me the moment we touched. My arms shook from the ecstasy, the unexpected chemistry. I didn’t want to fuck her right away. Kissing her provided enough satisfaction, enough heat. My tongue moved into her mouth until I found hers. They danced together slowly, our chemistry combustive and powerful. My cock slowly grinded against her folds, taking advantage of the moisture pooling between her legs.

  Fuck.

  I dug my hand into her hair and fisted the strands, feeling the power surge through me as I dominated her. She was mine willingly. I claimed her the second she gave me the opportunity. Now I didn’t want to let her go. I wanted to kiss her forever, to feel the ache in my lips from wanting so much more.

  She slowly dragged her nails down my back, nearly piercing the skin with the pressure. “Fuck me.”

  I growled into her mouth, feeling my cock twitch at the same time. I couldn’t remember the last time I shared a scorching kiss like that, the last time I had a sexier woman than London underneath me. She begged for me, and I knew the plea was sincere because her pussy was soaked.

  “Crewe…”

  Now I really was lost. Nothing was sexier than a woman whispering my name. She had the charms of an experienced courtesan, like she had pleased men for a living. But she possessed the innocence to make her seem untouched, like a white flower in the middle of the forest—rare and beautiful.

  She directed the head of my cock inside her then gripped my hips, her nails digging into me. Then she tugged, impatiently pulling me inside her.

  I slid inside her, moving through her wet tightness with a loud
moan. I sank deeper and deeper, getting every inch completely inside her until my balls tapped against her ass. I breathed through the pleasure, feeling like a king when I was inside this gorgeous woman. My mouth was pressed to hers as I breathed through the intoxication.

  She moaned quietly, her nails digging into me harder. Her ankles remained ironclad around me. She breathed into my mouth with sexy sounds, enjoying the feel of my cock as much as I enjoyed the feel of her tight pussy.

  “Fuck, you feel good.” I thrusted into her slowly, sliding through her tightness as I patiently waited for her to acclimate to me. “Are you a virgin?” I waited for her answer, hoping it was yes.

  “No. It’s just been a while…”

  That answer was just as good. I thrusted into her with my hand tightly wrapped around her hair. Every time I slid inside her, I was greeted by moisture that continued to pool for me. I pressed my face close to hers as I moved, wanting to do so many things at once. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth, finger her ass, and slap her across the face all at the same time.

  But kissing her was just as good as all those other things.

  There was something innately erotic about feeling our lips move together and our tongues graze across one another. Every time she took a breath, I sucked the air into my lungs, invigorated by her arousal. She’d seemed so plain when I first looked at her, but now, I found her to be the most erotic woman on the planet.

  Her hands moved up my back and into my hair, her hips slowly grinding against me. She accepted my cock slowly, taking it in as she loosened up. She took my dick like a pro, as if the size and thickness didn’t cause her much pain.

  But I knew it did.

  My desire took full control, and I pounded into her with more force, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Sweat trickled down my chest as I continued to kiss and fuck her.

  Damn, I already wanted to come.

  I deepened the angle and rubbed my pelvic bone against her clit, enjoying the wetness against my skin. I applied the right pressure, wanting her to come. I shouldn’t have cared about her pleasure, but the gentleman that I was, for the most part, wanted her to get the same experience I got. Besides, watching a woman come was just an extra turn on.

  I continued to kiss her because I didn’t want to stop. Her mouth was just as intoxicating as her cunt. I could do this all night. I loved having this woman underneath me, enjoying every inch of my cock ramming into her.

  Her hands moved to my forearms, where her grip tightened. Her lips stopped moving, and she panted into my mouth, her nipples hardening to the tips of diamonds. “Crewe…” She could have been faking it, pretending to feel the exquisite pleasure just to manipulate me. But when her pussy suddenly constricted, tightening around my shaft with surprising force, I knew it was genuine.

  Then she rolled her head back and moaned. Her sigh of pleasure turned into a scream, one that would echo around the house and even reach the first floor. Shit, the rats in the basement could hear it. She pulled me deeper into her as the moans trailed away.

  “You enjoy that, Lovely?”

  “Yes…” Her lips moved with mine again, her moisture flooding my length. Her tongue darted into my mouth, thanking me for the climax I just gave her.

  I pumped into her harder, wanting to release inside that tight little cunt. My balls slapped against her ass as I worked my hips, getting ready for the finale. I wanted my seed to sit inside her all night long, my presence still within her long after I was gone.

  Her tits bounced as I fucked her. “I’m not on the pill right now…” She knew I was going to come, must have felt how tight my cock became inside her. “I want your come but…”

  Hearing that confession made my spine coil. I wanted to dump everything inside her, mounds and mounds of my seed until she was full to the brim. But coming on her tits wouldn’t be so bad. They were gorgeous. And it would be fucked up to knock her up before I handed her over to Bones. Not very good etiquette.

  I fucked her harder until I felt the orgasmic wave of release. I pulled out of her just in time to come on her stomach and tits, creating white pools. I shot out far and got it everywhere, hitting her right in her cleavage as well as the surrounding skin. The sight gave me a second wave of desire while admiring my handiwork.

  I kissed her again even though the fun was over. I was satisfied by the beautiful woman underneath me, covered in my come. My tongue darted into her mouth again, and my hand returned to her hair. The kiss lasted for minutes just because it felt good. She knew how to work her mouth, how to move her tongue in all the right ways. I’d even go as far as saying she was the greatest kisser I’d ever had been with.

  I got off her then returned to the top of the bed where the pillows were. I lay on the sheets with the comforter kicked back, letting my body cool off because it was still covered in sweat. Exhaustion crept into my bones now that the fun was over.

  London cleaned up in the bathroom before she joined me in bed, lying beside me.

  I didn’t open my eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “Going to sleep,” she whispered, her back to me.

  “Not in here. Go to your room.”

  She didn’t move, the sheets pulled to her shoulder.

  Now my eyes opened, irritation coursing down my spine. “What did I just say?”

  “You’re really going to kick me out?”

  I turned over, my mood souring. “Hooking up doesn’t change anything. I’m not going to sleep with you. I’m selling your ass to Bones tomorrow. If you thought I would actually care for you after a good lay, you’re an idiot.”

  8

  Crewe

  I didn’t see London the next morning, but Finley assured me she was well.

  She hadn’t tried to kill herself in the middle of the night.

  Ariel knocked on my open door. “Bones is an hour out.”

  “Thank you.” In an hour, my prisoner would be gone forever. Joseph, along with the rest of the world, would know I made good on my threats. I unleashed unforgivable punishments on my enemies—something they could never forget.

  “Anything you need me to do before I head home for the day?” she asked.

  “No, that’s it. Have a good night.”

  She smiled before she walked out.

  I stared out the window to the green island beyond. The sky was pale blue, nearly white. The wind was light that afternoon, the storm off the coast of Ireland long gone. I admired the beauty of the outside world before I realized it was time to get London ready.

  I walked into her bedroom without knocking since I owned her and the room. “Pack your things. He’ll be here in thirty minutes.”

  She sat at the foot of the bed with her knees pulled to her chest. In a baggy shirt and sweatpants, she looked like she hadn’t slept at all last night. Her eyes were directed out the window, a defeated gloss to her gaze.

  “Did you hear me?” I asked with more force.

  “I don’t have any things because I’m not a person…”

  I listened to the melancholy in her voice but didn’t let it sink under my skin. I walked farther into the room until I was by her side. Then I grabbed her by the throat, surprised when she didn’t show the slightest reaction. “Enough with the pity party.”

  “Why couldn’t you just kill me?” Her voice broke, and tears streamed down her face like an unexpected avalanche. “That’s vengeance enough.”

  “But not good vengeance.” I released my fingers from her throat, annoyed my touch had no effect on her. “Forget your tears, and get over it.”

  She looked up at me, her cheeks stained with tears she’d already shed. I’d never witnessed her cry before even though she’d struggled the entire time she lived there. Like diamonds, her tears sparkled. They caught the natural sunlight from the window and twinkled. Just when old tears streaked down and dripped off her cheek, new ones developed. “Please don’t do this, Crewe. There’s still time.”

  All I did was shake my head
.

  She grabbed my wrist and squeezed it. “I know you’re a good man. I know you’re better than this.”

  I watched new tears well up inside her eyes before they bubbled and dripped out. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist just the way she gripped my arms when we were in bed the night before. Something shifted inside me, a feeling I couldn’t identify. I wasn’t even sure if it was good or bad. “I’m not a good man. I take intelligence from friends and allies, and I sell it to their enemies for a profit. I’m not better than the law since I refuse to obey it. I live by my own rules, my own moral code. If I want to sell you, I will. I don’t give a damn if you’re an innocent woman trying to save lives. To me, you’re just a pawn in a game. Your suffering and your death mean absolutely nothing to me.” I twisted my hand from her grasp. “Nothing.”

  I sat on the couch and watched the minutes tick by. The large hand of the grandfather clock moved round and round, marking down to the moment when Bones would land on the field outside my home.

  I sipped my scotch, feeling the ice cubes press against my lips as I drank. When the glass was empty, I refilled it and rested it on my knee, staring at the clock again. London had stopped sobbing fifteen minutes ago. Even with her door closed to her bedroom upstairs, I could still hear her cries.

  They annoyed me.

  Finley entered the room. “Sir, the helicopter has just landed. Bones will be here shortly.”

  I raised my glass to him. “Thanks, Finley.”

  He nodded and left.

  I abandoned my drink and rose to my feet, adjusting my tie without seeing myself in a mirror. I placed my hands in my pockets and walked to the front door. “London, get your ass down here.” I’d give her a second to take a breath before she walked downstairs to be claimed by this madman. But if she waited too long, I’d walk up there and drag her down by her hair.