Crewe

Ariel knocked on my open office door. “You wanted to see me, Crewe?”

I paused my email to look at her. “Could you contact Bones and invite him over for dinner tomorrow night? Tell him I want to introduce him to someone.”

She nodded. “Of course. I’ll let you know what he says.”

“Thank you.”

Ariel walked out, leaving the office door open.

I turned back to my email, and a few minutes later, I received another guest.

“So, this is where all the magic happens?” In dark jeans and a designer blouse, London walked inside. Her hair was done today, shiny and long. Makeup was on her face, something Dunbar brought with him once he returned from Glasgow. When she put in the effort to look nice, she really shined. It surprised me that Joseph had a sister so much better looking than he was.

“Yes. A lot of magic.” I turned in my seat to face her, my hands resting in my lap. My eyes roamed over her body without shame, knowing she was mine to do whatever I wanted with. I was the kind of man who appreciated a woman’s curves—and I was appreciating hers. I’d seen her naked, and while the sight got me hard, she was malnourished and dirty. Now that she was regularly hygienic, she turned my head a few times. I wasn’t entirely impressed with her because it took a lot for a woman to floor me, but I wasn’t disappointed either.

She walked farther into the room and examined my desk.

“If you’re looking for ways to kill me, be more discreet about it.” When I slept in the same house as her, a part of me hoped she would make an attempt on my life. If she did, I would feel no guilt pinning her to my mattress and fucking her so hard she screamed. It would be a fair punishment for the crime—in my eyes.

“Actually, I wasn’t—right now.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Why do you think? I’m bored.” She crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight to one leg. “I was in medical school, working sixteen hour days. And now I don’t know what to do with myself.”

I gave her a smoldering look, feeling my cock do all the thinking. “I can entertain you on this desk.” I nodded to the dark wood where my computer and stationery sat. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be bored again.”

She rolled her eyes and walked to the window. “I’ll pass.”

I stared at her ass in her jeans, noting how tight it was. “You pretend not to be interested, but I think it’s pretty obvious you are.”

“Interested in what?” she asked incredulously.

“Me. If you hate me so much, why are you in here?”

She turned around and met my gaze. But she didn’t have a response.

I rose out of my chair and stood behind my desk. “If you want me, all you have to do is ask.” My hands moved to the wood below me, and my fingers felt the smooth polish. “I’m at your service anytime.”

She made a look of disgust. “I knew you were arrogant, but wow.”

“Wow what?” I asked.

“You just assume everyone wants to sleep with you?”

“Only kidnapped women who voluntarily spend time with me.”

She knew she didn’t have a logical counterargument to that. She pressed her lips tightly together as she stared me down, trying to think of something to say.

I knew she didn’t have a goddamn excuse.

Ariel walked back into the room. “Bones said he’ll be in the area, and he’d love to join you.”

I never took my eyes off London. “Ariel, you’ve met our guest, haven’t you?”

“No, I haven’t.” Ariel looked London up and down but didn’t extend her hand. “Now I can put a face to the name.”

“And I can put a face to evil,” London snapped. “This guy is holding me here against my will, and you don’t care at all?”

Ariel stared at her coldly, the same look she gave me when she was pissed at me. “You expect me to care just because I’m a woman? I don’t care about your problems. Whine to someone who gives a damn.” She walked out, her head held high.

London shook her head like she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “Everyone here is twisted.”

“Maybe you’re the one who’s twisted. You don’t belong in our world. Of course you don’t understand it.”

“But our worlds have the same laws. And kidnapping is illegal no matter what world you live in.”

I smiled. “Not in mine.”

* * *

Sooner or later, I knew she would make her move.

She would try to kill me, and since she knew she couldn’t overpower me, she would try to do it while I was asleep. I purposely kept my door unlocked since I was a light sleeper. The second I heard her footsteps outside, I would be aware.

And then she came.

I heard the doorknob gently twist, the sound announcing her approach. I remained in bed and waited for her, my cock getting hard at the thought of what would happen next. She would try to choke me or slam something into my head. Instead, I would fuck her to teach her a lesson.

And I’d have every right to.

I felt her approach my bed slowly, her breathing steady. Despite her petite size, the floorboards still slightly creaked under her steps. The house was old, once a beautiful castle, but time had worn down several aspects of it.

Once she was close enough, I made my move. I grabbed her wrist and slammed it down on my nightstand, forcing the rock in her hand to come loose and topple to the ground. She screamed at the impact of her hand, either from the pain or the surprise.

I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her onto the bed, moving around her at the same time. I slept in the nude, so I was prepared for what would happen next. I yanked her bottoms and panties off until my cock was pressed right between her ass cheeks. I grinded against her, her hands pinned behind her back while my other hand held her by the neck. “I was hoping you would do that.”

She breathed deeply underneath me, her body trying to fight me during her panic. “Don’t—”

I pressed my tip to her entrance, sliding my head inside. I was greeted by her tightness, and I moaned automatically when I realized how much her pussy would squeeze my dick. “It’s time to punish you.”

“No.” She bucked her hips back, but that didn’t stop me.

“I’m gonna fuck you, London. And I’m gonna fuck you hard.”

She bucked against me again and began to scream even though Finley wouldn’t do a damn thing. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, and I’ll never do it again. Just please don’t. Please…” Her body lay on top of the bedding, her pussy still mine to take.

“If I begged you to stop, would you have stopped?”

She was silent since we both knew the answer.

“Cry all you want. I’ll just enjoy it even more.” I slid my cock farther inside, aroused by the moisture that met me.

“No! Please.” She panted underneath me, desperation in her voice. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. You’re better than this.”

I laughed even though she wasn’t trying to be funny. “I’m definitely not better than this. I stole you, so I’m not above using you.”

“Hit me. Break me. Kill me. Just please don’t do this…”

Inexplicably, those words sank into me—right to the bone. She preferred death over sex, and that pulled at my misplaced compassion. The head of my cock was still inside her, feeling the wet moisture. “Why are you wet then, Lovely?” I didn’t pull my dick out because it felt too incredible inside her. So soft. So warm.

She breathed heavily underneath me, her face pressed into my sheets.

“I asked you a question.” I tightened my grip on her wrists and squeezed her neck.

She twisted her head, trying to free herself from the hold. “I’m attracted to you…”

My fingers immediately relaxed around her throat, those words soothing on my ear. Her confession was so honest and so embarrassing. I was taking her against her will, and she still got wet for me. It truly was humiliating—for her.

“But I don’t want this. Maybe my body does, but I don’t. So have some compassion, and let me go.”

My hand still clamped her wrists together, and I struggled to release her. Knowing she wanted my cock made me want to keep going. My attraction to her doubled within seconds. Now I wanted her sensually, her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved together in mutual passion.

Not like this.

I found the strength to release her and pull the tip of my cock out. The second my wet cock felt the air of my bedroom, he twitched in frustration. I didn’t pull on a pair of boxers because I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness.

London breathed a sigh of relief when I let her go, but she still hid her face. Her ass was still in the air and her panties around her ankles.

I forced myself to look away because it just made me harder. “I suggest you get dressed and leave before I change my mind.”

She snapped out of it and pulled her clothes back on. She refused to meet my gaze before she darted out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind her.

I sat at the edge of the bed and tried to make sense of what just happened. I had every right to fuck her. After all, she had just tried to kill me in my sleep—a coward’s attempt. I owned her. She was my four-million-dollar collateral that I took from Joseph. If I wanted to fuck her, I could. If I wanted to snap her neck, I could.

I could do whatever I damn well pleased.

But something held me back. She begged me not to rape her, and somehow, I caved. I still wanted her, but I managed to step away. When she told me she was attracted to me, that gave me some form of satisfaction. Her body wanted me even if her mind loathed me.

That would have to be enough—for now.

* * *

I didn’t see her the following day because she stayed in her bedroom the entire time. She was probably trying to avoid me after the ordeal in the middle of the night. I couldn’t blame her. My cock was an inch inside of her, and all her body could do in response was get wet.

I was remembering the feel of her tight pussy around my head when Ariel walked in.

“The helicopter is arranged for this evening. He’s bringing a few men along.”

“That’s fine.” I never expected him to come alone. Very rarely did I go anywhere without protection.

“Also, Joseph Ingram is on the line.”

My fingertips were resting on my lips, but I immediately pulled them away when I heard her announcement. My hand formed a fist. “What did he say?”

“Nothing. Just said he wanted to speak to you.”

“He has a lot of nerve…”

“You did tell him not to save her. But you never said he couldn’t contact you.”

I was too angry to smile. “You’re right…as usual.”

“I’m surprised he still wants her back. She’s insufferable, if you ask me.”

“I’m surprised you would say that.” I continued the conversation but considered what I would say to Joseph when I got on the line.

“Why?”

“You remind me of each other. Both spitfires.”

Ariel rolled her eyes in an affectionate way. “He’s on line one.” She walked out, this time closing the door behind her.

I stared at the satellite phone sitting on my desk, the one I used for work that was synced to Ariel’s line. I watched it for several heartbeats before I finally took the call. “Hello, Joseph.” I planned to say as little as possible, forcing him to speak with just my silence. But he better cut to the chase because I had shit to do. It gave me some sick satisfaction that his sister was attracted to me despite the fact that she was my prisoner. I already felt like I had gotten my revenge with that alone.

“Hello, Mr. Donoghue.”

Good start.

“I know you have London, and I haven’t made any attempts to get her back.”

Because you’re a pussy.

“But I hope you’ll reconsider letting her go.”

“Why would I do that?” I stared at my watch, seeing the minute hand circle round and round.

“She’s just an innocent girl.”

“She’s not a girl,” I said with a laugh. “She’s all woman.”

Joseph fell silent at the implication of my words, the vein in his forehead probably throbbing.

“And it’s not gonna happen. I’ve decided what to do with her. She’ll be leaving in a few days. Where she’ll go…not for me to know.”

“What do you mean?” Instead of keeping his cool, Joseph’s panic escaped in his tone.

“A friend of mine is coming to dinner tonight. He has a preference for slaves. I’m going to introduce her to him and tell him what her price is.”

“Who?” Joseph demanded.

One sick son of a bitch. I was cold and cruel, but this man was something else entirely. He made me look tame. “Bones.”

Joseph knew exactly who he was. Bones was known for his taste in women. He liked to use them, to break their legs and then chase them around his mansion. He was undoubtedly cruel, killing them once he grew bored. Then he would buy another slave…and the cycle continued. “Have mercy, Crewe…”

“He’ll pay me the four million dollars you didn’t. And then we’ll be even.”

“Come on, I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t do that to her. She’s a good person…” His voice broke like he was on the verge of tears.

I had no sympathy for him. “Shouldn’t have crossed me. I’ve told you that before.”

“There has to be a compromise.”

“Not when I know how much this bothers you. You know she’ll be tortured every single day of her life until Bones finally kills her. That can sit on your conscience every second until you finally see her grave and know her suffering is over.”

“I’ll do whatever you want—”

“Good bye, Joseph.” I hung up and tossed the phone aside, finished with Joseph Ingram forever. I would get my perfect revenge, and every person who heard the story would fear me. When I walked into a room, everyone would bow.

Because I was the scotch king.