by Penelope Sky
My fingers moved to the buttons mounted on the ceiling, and I hit the radio. Classical musical filled the backseat of the car. I didn’t want Dunbar to hear how sexy London sounded when she came, her beautiful moans echoing in the car. He would beat off to it later, and that was something I couldn’t allow.
Only I beat off to her.
She breathed hard as she rode me, taking in my length over and over. She rocked her hips the way I taught her, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone. She threw her head back then pulled down the front of her dress so her tits could come out. Then she began to play with them, her hips still rolling.
Fuck.
I pressed my face into the valley of her breasts and inhaled her beautiful scent. My tongue moved along her skin and tasted her sweetness. My cock continued to pound into her, feeling that wetness that greeted me since the first time I fucked her. This woman wanted me at all times. She was the best prisoner I’d ever had.
And the only one.
“Your pussy is fucking divine.” I pressed my feet against the floor and thrust upward into her, shoving my entire nine inches inside her. There was nowhere else my cock would rather be than inside this smartass beauty.
“I love your cock.” Her hands kept playing with her tits as she panted. Her eyes were locked with mine before she threw her head back, her beautiful hair trailing across her shoulders as she moved.
A moan escaped the back of my throat. Her enthusiasm was sexy as hell, and it turned me into a wild animal. All I knew was I needed to fuck her hard and long. I needed to be inside her to survive. Food, water, and protection was negligent. I just needed her.
She dropped her hands from her tits and returned her arms around my waist, her hips still rocking. “I’m already gonna come…” She kissed my neck then nibbled on my lobe, her sexy pants loud and clear.
“Come all over my dick, Lovely.” I gripped her ass and pulled her onto my cock harder, wanting to give her a climax that made her toes curl.
“God, yes…” She stopped breathing, her chest expanded with the breath she held. Her nails began to sink through my clothes and directly into my skin. She moved her face to mine and gave me the sexiest look I’d ever seen. Then she exploded, gushing all over my cock. “Crewe…yes…Crewe.”
I loved it when she said my name. It really made me feel like a king. I wanted to come, but I wanted to keep going, knowing the drive would last for at least an hour. What better way to pass the time than by fucking an exquisite woman?
Once she came down from her high, I rolled her onto her back on the leather seat, her head resting by the door. Her legs automatically hooked around my waist, and she dug her fingers into my hair again.
I pounded into her, pinning her against the seat and the door. My hips worked, fucking her until she was sore. My cock slid through her overwhelming slickness, and I knew she loved my cock as much as I loved giving it to her.
I was gonna make her come again before we were done.
“Crewe…you feel so good.” She kissed the corner of my mouth, a film of sweat over the skin. “I love it when you fuck me hard.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Lovely.” My slacks fell below my ass, but I kept working, needing to give it to her hard enough to make her come again.
Now I didn’t give a damn if Dunbar heard.
She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her, slowing down the strokes to make them long and hard. My body rubbed against her clit again, stimulating the wet nub. “Yes…right there.”
I looked into her eyes, ready for the sight. “I’m gonna give it to you…”
“Good. I love it when you fill me…” She spoke with lidded eyes and a sex-crazed expression, looking like the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
She turned into such a vixen. The sex had always been good, but this was phenomenal. She was dirty, kinky. She wanted my seed deep inside her, to make her feel full. And I wanted to give it to her just as much.
She dragged her nails down my back. “Okay…I’m about to come. I want it, Crewe.”
I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes, feeling the powerful explosion sweep over my body. It rushed over me in waves, making me feel both alive and dead at the same time. My cock twitched as it became harder, and then I felt the rush pass through me.
I came with a groan, filling her pussy with as much come as I could give.
Once she felt it, she moaned louder, coming with me. Her pussy guzzled all of it, gushing around me at the exact same time. “Crewe.”
“Lovely.”
We rode our high together, feeling the pure wonderfulness. Our bodies were slick with sweat and our hair was a mess, but neither one of us cared. We were both satisfied—for now. I kissed her upper lip and kept her pinned underneath me, wanting my cock to remain deep inside as long as possible.
She hooked her ankles together and kept me in place. “Let’s stay like this until we get home…”
She read my mind. I shifted her body until we were side by side, my softening cock still inside her. I stared at her beside me, watching her eyes close in exhaustion. Her green eyes were hiding behind her lids, but I watched her soft expression, the way her eyebrows relaxed once she began to drift away. Her makeup hadn’t smudged despite the sweat, and her curls remained in place despite how hard I yanked on them. Just as perfect as when we left, she looked beautiful.
Too beautiful.
When I woke up the following morning, London was still beside me. I was usually long gone before she woke up, heading out for a work out or getting down to business. But we were up late last night, so I allowed myself the luxury of sleeping in.
She was on her stomach, her head facing the other way.
I moved on top of her and pressed kisses down her spine, trailing to the top of her ass.
She sighed quietly in her sleep, in the land of dreams.
I hoped I was there too.
I got out of bed and headed downstairs for coffee and breakfast. It was a nice day, so I intended to spend my morning in the courtyard.
“Mr. Donoghue.” Dunbar emerged from behind me, coming out of the shadows of the massive castle.
I didn’t break my stride, recognizing his voice anyway. “Yes?”
“The Duchess of Cambridge is here to see you.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned around, unable to believe my ears. “Josephine is here?”
“I asked her to wait for you in the garden room. Or should I tell her you’re busy?”
Not even I would turn away the Duchess of Cambridge. It was beyond rude. “Did she say what she wanted?” After our conversation last night, it didn’t seem like there was much left to discuss—especially alone.
“No, sir.”
I crossed my arms over my chest then felt the thick stubble across my jaw.
Dunbar patiently waited for me to make a decision.
“Tell her I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” That would give me enough time to prepare myself.
“Yes, sir.” Dunbar turned around.
“Tell Marcus to prepare breakfast, coffee, and tea for the duchess.”
He kept walking. “Absolutely.”
I sighed as I thought to myself, suspecting I knew exactly what she wanted to discuss. I quickly darted back upstairs and got ready, brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower. Just when I was about to walk out, London stirred.
“Morning.” She sat up, her hair still slightly curly from last night.
I was in a hurry, so I didn’t break my stride. “I have a meeting. I’ll see you in about an hour.”
“It’s Sunday. Who works on a Sunday?”
I gave her a cold look. “Me. I work every day.” I walked out, annoyed she’d questioned me. I realized she wasn’t a staff member so her position was different, but I still didn’t like it. I headed downstairs and moved to the garden room on the west side of the castle. I wore slacks and a blue collared shirt, refusing to put on a suit when she dropped by unannounced.
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p; I walked inside, seeing the sunlight filter through the room. The royal furniture had withstood hundreds of years, even though most of it had been refurbished or preserved. She sat in the armchair with her tea cup on the coffee table, steaming and untouched. She wore a bright blue dress, nearly the same color as her eyes. “Your Royal Highness—”
“Please don’t call me anything other than Josephine when it’s just the two of us.” She looked at me with eyes full of despair.
I sat in the other armchair, refusing to greet her with any kind of touch. The room filled with obvious tension, our old relationship eliciting memories for both of us. She stared at me with a look of longing, words practically written on her face.
I wanted this conversation to remain professional. Whatever her intentions were, I didn’t want to be caught up in a scandal. “I’m very busy this afternoon, so please get on with it.” I didn’t stop myself from being rude, but I stopped myself from insulting her.
She sighed before she spoke. “Henry and I are getting married in a month, and I just—”
“Having cold feet is natural. Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s not that…” She scooted closer to the edge of the armchair. She would touch me if she could.
“Then I don’t know what to say, Josephine.” We weren’t friends, so she better not expect me to give her advice. Her personal life was none of my concern. “Henry seems like a nice fellow. You know he’s wealthy and has a direct line to the throne. Sounds exactly like something you’d want.” I kept the bitterness out of my tone, but only barely.
“I think I made a mistake.” She whispered so quietly I could hardly hear her. “Crewe, I don’t love him. I thought I could, but I don’t. But with you—”
“We’re done, Josephine.” There was no possibility of us ever having a future together. She humiliated me in front of everyone I know. She turned her back on me when I never turned my back on her.
She winced at the blunt way I silenced her. “I still love you…”
I looked out the window, refusing to meet her gaze. Her words were empty. They didn’t mean a damn thing to me.
“Do you still love me, Crewe?”
I rubbed my fingers across my stubble. “No.” I didn’t feel the sting of regret. I didn’t feel the pain. All I felt was nothing. “I’ve moved on, Josephine. Even if I still felt the same way, I would never go back to you.”
“Why?”
I laughed because the question was stupid. “You humiliated me. That’s why. You think I’m some imbecile you can play games with? I let my guard down for you, and only you, and you fucking betrayed me. Fuck you, Josephine.”
She closed her eyes as if she was about to cry.
“You have a lot of nerve coming here, to my home, and asking me to take you back. Jesus Christ, you’re engaged to another man.”
“I know but…” The tears began to pour. “When I saw you with her…I knew I made a mistake.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve been with a lot of women since you, Josephine.”
She flinched as if I had slapped her.
“You should leave before anyone finds out you’re here.” I rose to my feet, not looking at her. “I mean this in the most respectful way possible, get the hell out and don’t come back. You aren’t welcome here.”
She rose to her feet, the tears falling freely. “I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. I know I made a mistake—”
I stayed by the door so I wouldn’t slap her. “It wasn’t a fucking mistake. You chose him over me. Plain and simple. You cared more about his wealth and power than settling for the Duke of Rothesay—a man who actually loved you. So enjoy your loveless, passionless marriage to a man who will fuck his concubines every time you’re out of the country.”
She wiped her tears on the back of her hand and sniffed. “Crewe—”
“Get the fuck out, or I’ll drag you out.” I walked out of the room, my shoulders bunched and tense. I wanted to punch a hole in the stone and watch the castle crumble down. I wanted to hurt Josephine for everything she’d done to me.
I wanted to break her the way she broke me.
“I don’t want you to be like this.” Her tearful voice came from behind me. “I don’t want you to be this angry.”
“Too fucking bad. When someone betrays my trust, that’s it. It’s gone.” I kept walking, heading to the front door so I could get rid of her for good. “And I wouldn’t be so angry if I didn’t have to look at you right now.” I reached the front door and tore it open. “Disappear, Josephine. Don’t speak to me again. When we run into each other, pretend you don’t know me. Because I’ll pretend I don’t even remember your name.” I grabbed her by the elbow and shoved her through the threshold before I slammed the door.
Once the solid wood was between us, I took a deep breath and controlled my temper. My knuckles still craved to slam into something. My body wanted to demolish the foundations of this castle. I wanted to go back out there and make Josephine understand just how much she ruined me.
I finally turned around, needing to drink this problem away so I wouldn’t think about it anymore.
London stood at the bottom of the stairs, wearing leggings and a pink sweater. Her hair was thrown into a bun, and her face was free of makeup. First thing in the morning, she always looked like a flower that had just blossomed. For a second, her beauty made me forget my anger. Her emerald eyes made me forget my pain. Her noticeable curves, even in baggy clothes, made me think about our nights together.
But the sympathy in her eyes fueled me all over again.
I walked away from her, refusing to speak about the conversation she’d just witnessed. I refused to answer the hundreds of questions running through her mind. I refused to answer to anyone but myself.
Josephine had already turned me into a fool—for the whole world to see. I didn’t trust anyone because no one was trustworthy. I was always one step ahead of my enemies, intent on making them into the fools. My heart was dead, along with everyone else I cared about. Now all I wanted was revenge for all the things that happened to me.
And one day, I would get it.
20
London
Crewe avoided me all day, hiding out somewhere else in the castle. He didn’t join me for meals or conversation. He didn’t want me for sex.
I gave him his space for as long as I could. But my curiosity was getting the best of me. His relationship with Josephine was far more serious than I had realized. And she must have done something terrible to him because I’d never seen him that mad.
Not once.
I searched the castle to find him, and eventually found him in the second drawing room on the opposite side of the castle. He was sitting alone, reading a book while his cigar burned in the ashtray and a half bottle of scotch sat beside him.
I crept into the room so he wouldn’t notice me. But when I was fifteen feet away, he heard my footsteps and looked up. He watched me with eyes blacker than coal. Nothing about his exterior was welcoming. He threatened me with his silence, commanding me to leave the room or there would be consequences.
“I’m not here to talk.” I slowly crept closer, stopping at the chair near the window.
His shoulders relaxed slightly when he heard my declaration.
I moved between his knees then crawled into his lap, pushing the book aside so there was plenty of room.
When he let the book drop to the ground, I knew I was welcome.
I straddled his hips then ran my hands up his chest, feeling the powerful muscle underneath. I looked into his dark eyes and didn’t spot the warmth I was accustomed to. I just saw an angry man.
I wanted to know every detail about what happened with his former lover, but he wouldn’t give me any answers. I would have to wait for another time or uncover them on my own. But if I had any chance of getting this man to feel something for me, I had to be his confidant, not his interrogator.
I eyed the cigar on the table and grabbed it from the as
htray. I brought it to my lips and inhaled.
His lips softened into a smile.
I pulled the smoke into my lungs but then felt my chest convulse in protest. I turned my head and coughed everything out, feeling my lungs scream from the intrusion.
Crewe chuckled. “Takes practice.”
I downed his scotch to clear my throat, and while the liquor burned, it was nothing in comparison to the smoke. “That doesn’t even taste good. I don’t get it.”
“It’ll grow on you.” He took the cigar out of my hand and inhaled it into his lungs. Then he turned his head and blew it out, like a man in a tobacco ad. He dropped it back into the ashtray. “You finally found me, huh?”
“It took me a while. But I followed the scent of cigars and booze.”
He chuckled again. “Led you right to me, I guess.”
“Yep.” I rubbed his chest again, wanting to feel connected to him.
He leaned his head back and watched me, his eyes taking in my features. Even though I didn’t ask a single question, he addressed my curiosity. “I don’t want to discuss it, so don’t bother asking.”
“I wasn’t going to ask. I know you better than that.”
His eyes didn’t soften, but his body relaxed.
I massaged his shoulders, feeling the tension. “So, what now?”
“I don’t understand your question, Lovely.”
When he used my nickname, I knew he was in a better mood. “Are we staying here? Going back to Fair Isle?”
“We’re going to Italy,” he said matter-of-factly.
“What’s there?”
“I have a friend who lives in Tuscany. Crow Barsetti. He usually has good information that I in turn sell.”
“Does he charge you for this?”
“No. I’m one of his biggest customers.”
“What does he sell?” I would never keep track of all these things.
“Weapons.”
It’s probably where all Crewe’s men got their guns and ammo, not to mention, the weapons Crewe used himself.
“It’s beautiful there. I think you’ll appreciate it.”