London

We headed back to Scotland in Crewe’s private jet along with the rest of his team.

Including Ariel.

She sat on the opposite side of the aisle with her laptop out. We had a mutual understanding to pretend neither one of us existed at any given moment of time.

Crewe remembered my fear of flying because he grabbed my hand the second we sat down and held it through takeoff. He talked to me about Italy to get my mind off the terrifying ordeal and even succeeded in keeping me calm.

My fear of flying was irrational. I needed to forget about it and just move on.

Crewe made that a lot easier when he was sweet to me. His moments of tenderness had become more frequent. He held me through my nightmare, listened to my fears with sympathy, and when I told him I was scared, he always assured me I would be safe.

He didn’t look like a monster anymore.

That’s when I knew I needed to make a change.

I had to get out of here.

As if I had Stockholm syndrome, I had been brainwashed. I found my captor compassionate and understanding, but in reality, he was keeping me against my will. I shouldn’t feel grateful toward him for anything. He was a preferable to Bones, but maybe he was never going to give me to Bones in the first place. Maybe that was all a stunt to coerce me into appreciating him.

The fact that I liked Crewe, enjoyed fucking him and spending time with him, was a huge warning sign. I should be exactly how I used to be when I was fighting him every chance I had. The fact that I’d softened so much, leaned on him for support, told me I was going crazy.

I had to get out.

I thought about the last thing Joseph said to me, over and over. It filled my thoughts during the entire plane ride. Crewe had a few glasses of scotch then fell asleep with his head against the leather chair. He didn’t shave that morning before we left, so a thick beard was beginning to come in. He was just as handsome asleep as he was awake.

I could feel the stir in my belly when I felt the sizzle of attraction.

I wanted to kiss him.

That was ludicrous. The only thing I should want to do was murder him.

Joseph’s plan was the only thing I had at my disposal at the moment. I would never be free again unless I got inside Crewe’s head. If I made him fall for me, made him love me, I could get him to let me go. Or I could get him to allow me to escape without repercussion. If I didn’t do something, this would be my life.

His slave.

I would travel all over with him and keep him company. Some nights he would be with his other whores. Then he would come back to me once he was finished with their entertainment. He would marry someone suitable, have children, and I would still be the woman on the side when he wasn’t interested in his wife.

I would never get married.

Have my own children.

Practice medicine.

I would never have the freedom to make my own decisions.

All of it hit me hard in the chest and made it difficult to breathe. All of my rights had been taken away, and I would never know the life I was meant to have. And worst of all, I was slowly beginning to care for Crewe.

To get jealous when he was with other women.

To miss him when he wasn’t around.

To need him to sleep with me every night.

How did this happen?

I had to end it now. I had to get him exactly where I wanted him.

I had to become his queen.

The castle was just as majestic as it’d been when we left. With stone walls that were impenetrable and courtyards full of roses and hydrangeas, it was an historical masterpiece. I loved the house in Italy, but I preferred the ancient halls of Scotland. I didn’t explore much of it last time I was here, but perhaps Crewe would allow me to wander.

The men carried our bags upstairs into the royal chambers, and Crewe got into the shower.

I’d thought about my plan through the entire flight, but I hadn’t come up with a proper way to execute it. I’d never gotten a man to fall in love with me before. I didn’t know how to be sexy. I didn’t know how to be what Crewe was looking for.

I knew he liked sex.

I knew he liked it when I needed him.

I knew he liked seeing me in that gown.

If I could focus on those things, maybe I could pull it off.

I undressed and joined him in the shower. His six-foot-two frame was lean and carved with muscle. He had flawless skin that was dotted with a freckle here and there. Every time he moved his arms, I could see the muscles shift underneath the skin. He was powerful and beautiful at the same time.

I came up behind him and pressed a kiss to the center of his shoulder blades. “Do you mind if I join you?”

He rubbed a bar of soap across his chest and returned it to the tile shelf. “Never.”

I circled my arms around his waist and felt the soap against my fingertips. “Thanks for making me feel better on the plane…”

His arm moved over mine. “Of course, Lovely.” He turned and faced me, his facial hair still thick because he hadn’t shaved. He usually did that after he got out of the shower, when his skin was moist and soft. His arms moved around my waist, and he stared at my breasts with a heated gaze.

I needed to be sexy. I needed to be different from the other women he’d been with. I needed to give him whatever he wanted. I put aside all my self-consciousness and grabbed my tits with my hands. Slowly, I began to massage them, my thumbs swiping over my nipples. I grabbed some of the soap from his chest then spread it down the valley between my breasts.

Crewe watched every move I made.

I felt silly in the beginning, but when I saw the scorching look in his eyes, I didn’t feel so stupid. My nipples hardened because I became aroused. No man had ever made me feel more desirable. It was obvious how much he wanted me, and a man had never shown me such a profound level of sexual interest. I was asked out on dates. Men tried to pick me up in bars. But I never got a look like the kind Crewe was giving me right now.

His cock hardened against his stomach the longer he watched me. Nine inches emerged out of nowhere, hot, circulating blood filling his shaft.

I continued to grope myself before I licked my lips.

Crewe moaned loudly enough that I could hear it over the running water.

I took it a step further and lowered myself to my knees. The bathroom tile was hard and uncomfortable against my knees, but my unease would feed his desire even more. I kept my hands on my tits then opened my mouth, my tongue flattened and ready to go.

Crewe’s eyes darkened, and he grabbed his base, getting ready to shove it into my mouth. The last time I sucked his dick was because he commanded it. Now I was doing it willingly, prepared to be choked for his pleasure.

I looked up at him with my tongue sticking out, silently asking for his cock.

“Fuck…” He grabbed the back of my head and slowly inserted his length across my tongue. He aimed his cock for the back of my throat then moved inside. His fingers dug into my scalp as he stood tall above me, conquering me.

I felt his tip hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t allow myself to gag. I could taste him immediately, soap mixed with his arousal. I craned my neck and took his length over and over, taking my time so I could get used to the fullness in my throat.

I played with my tits again as I moved, licking his base to the tip and then down again.

He closed his eyes for a second as he enjoyed it, his fingers moving to my shoulder for balance.

I moved quicker, wanting to give him more. But the more I moved, the more I enjoyed it. I liked the way tears pooled in my eyes because he was so big. I loved the way my throat hurt because he was so long. I loved the way he continued to ooze in my mouth with pre-come. I loved the way his desire burned in his eyes as he wanted more of me.

This was supposed to be for him, pure manipulation. But I found myself enjoying it just as much.

“Look at me.”

My gaze moved up to his eyes as I kept going.

His large hand cupped my cheek as he continued to thrust into me, hitting my throat harder than before. Tears dripped from the corners of my eyes, and he wiped one away with the pad of his thumb. “Lovely.” He cupped his balls and massaged them while keeping one hand on my cheek. “Show me before you swallow.”

“Yes, sir.”

He moaned again as he pounded into my mouth, fucking me aggressively and stretching out my throat. His fingers moved to my neck, and he gripped me hard right before he burst. “Open your mouth.”

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

He aimed his cock and squirted the mounds of white seed onto my tongue, giving me so much I could actually feel the weight. He stroked himself as he finished, his eyes heavy. “Fuck…” He stared at his handiwork while some of his come stuck to his fingers. “Swallow.”

I retracted my tongue. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes darkened all over again.

I swallowed, getting everything down into my belly. The warm water still pounded onto the tile floor, and I was still on my knees. I didn’t notice the discomfort until the fun ended. Now my knees were sore, and my tits were flushed from massaging them. Even though I swallowed, I could still taste him on my tongue.

His thumb brushed along my bottom lip. “Now it’s my turn to get on my knees.”

When I woke up the next morning, Crewe was gone.

I still didn’t know his schedule. Sometimes, he was there when I woke up, and sometimes, he wasn’t. A breakfast tray was usually brought to my room, but eating alone wouldn’t help my situation.

I looked through the closet until I found a tight pink sundress and a nice cardigan. It was a little fancy, but it hugged my curves in a way that made them noticeable. I did my hair and makeup, putting more effort into my appearance than ever before.

I walked downstairs and saw Dunbar in the massive entryway, exactly where his post usually was. I did my best to ignore him as I walked across the large room and toward the rest of the castle. Crewe was probably in the drawing room or in the courtyard.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I ignored Dunbar’s cold voice and kept my head high.

“I asked you a question, bitch.” He made his way toward me, his heavy footsteps amplified in the room.

Before he could grab me and start another war, I turned around but kept my distance. “I’m looking for Crewe. He’s not worried about me running, so neither should you.”

His bushy eyebrows connected in a single, straight line. He had a large nose that was the size of my fist, and he had a large mole near his chin. He wasn’t pretty to look at it, and he was definitely mean. “When it comes to cunts like you, I’m always worried.”

If he touched me, I was gonna kick him in the balls as hard as I could. “I just want to speak to Crewe. As his woman, I have the right to do that.”

“You aren’t his woman,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re just one of his whores.”

My temper snapped like a stretched rubber band. I clocked him right in the nose, giving him a powerful right hook that he had no idea was coming. I felt his nose break under my hit, and I got unbelievable satisfaction out of the damage. “Call me that again, and see what happens.”

He staggered back as the blood dripped down his face. It took him a second to understand my hit was the source of the damage. Once everything came into place, he looked at me like he wanted to kill me.

Like, actually kill me.

He pulled out his gun.

Shit. “Crewe!” I ran as fast as I could even though I could never outrun a bullet. If Dunbar caught up to me, I was dead meat. “Crewe!” I had no idea where he was. I just hoped he was in the castle and he could hear me.

Dunbar charged me down and shoved me hard to the ground, making me slide across the tile. “Let’s see how you look with a bloody nose, bitch!” He grabbed my neck and squeezed so hard I couldn’t breathe. He raised the butt of his gun and prepared to slam it down onto my face.

Fuck, this was going to hurt.

“Get. Off. Her.” Crewe’s authoritative voice was enough to stall Dunbar’s hand before it hit me. He stopped just inches away from my face, the metal of the gun nearly crushing my nose. The force would have set off a geyser of blood and permanently scarred my nose.

Dunbar stayed on top of me but dropped his weapons. “But she—”

“Get off of her.” Crewe kicked him in the stomach so he would roll off me. He kneeled down and examined me even though I only had a few scratches on my arms from falling onto the stone. “Lovely, are you alright?” His powerful arms wrapped around me. He examined my face for any bruises.

“I’m fine.” I looked at my arms and saw the burns from sliding across the floor.

Dunbar got to his feet and wiped the blood onto his sleeve. “She was trying to sneak away—”

Crewe held up his hand and dismissed him. “Disappear.”

A grimace stretched across Dunbar’s face, an explosive anger he could barely bottle inside. He wanted to get a word in but knew defying Crewe was a bad idea. He holstered his gun and finally walked away, his shoulders stiff with threat.

Crewe’s hands pulled my hair off of my face as he examined me. “You’re sure you’re alright?”

I nodded. “I was walking by, and Dunbar said some stuff to me—”

“I’ll handle him. Don’t worry about him anymore.”

I hoped that meant Crewe was going to fire him. Dunbar had had it out for me since the day I came around. This was the third time he’d hit me.

Crewe helped me to my feet before he cradled me into his chest. One hand moved into my hair, while his other hand wrapped around my waist. He looked down at me like he was examining me again, making sure I was okay. “If Dunbar had left a scar on you, I would have killed him. I can’t have a bloody date to the opening next weekend.”

I was automatically offended by the statement. He didn’t care about my safety, just about my presentation. Making him fall for me seemed even more unlikely now.

His thumb brushed along my cheek before he lifted my chin. “What happened?”

“I was walking by, and he called me a whore…so I punched him.”

He sighed and shook his head. “No wonder why he came after you.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate being called a whore. Anytime I leave the room, he treats me like a criminal.”

“What were you doing?”

“Looking for you.”

“Did you tell him that?”

“Yes. I’m telling you, the guy just hates me.”

Now that he knew I was okay, he looked down at my outfit. He seemed to like it because his mood picked up slightly. “You look pretty.”

“Thanks…” The compliment seemed sincere, and that made me melt like butter.

“What did you want to see me for?”

I shrugged. “I missed you…” I held my breath after I said the words, unsure how he would receive them. I was jacking up the affection, and I was afraid he would recognize its lack of sincerity. I went from telling him off all the time to needing him. He wasn’t stupid, so he might catch on.

But he didn’t seem to find it suspicious. His eyes softened in reaction, and his thumb moved to the corner of my mouth. He stared at my lips before he leaned in and kissed me, a soft and gentle caress that made me feel like something more besides his prisoner. “Here I am. At your service.”

“Can we have breakfast? Then go back to the room.”

“I already ate.” He looked down my dress to my cleavage line. “But I have some time…”

I climbed on the edge of the bed with my legs spread apart and my heels still on.

Crewe came up behind me, and he stilled when he realized I didn’t have panties on. “Jesus Christ…” He undid his slacks and allowed his cock to come free, pulsing and thick. He positioned himself at my entrance then shoved himself inside me in one fluid motion.

I leaned forward slightly and closed my eyes, surprised how incredible he felt. “Crewe…”

“Lovely, I love it when you say my name.” He gripped the back of my neck and shoved my face into the mattress, making my back curve at a deeper angle so my pussy was more accessible to him. He let his dick rest inside me for a second before he began to thrust.

I wanted him to enjoy me, to enjoy me on a scale he never enjoyed the others. I needed to seduce him with sex and affection, so I did something I’d never done before. I sucked my forefinger into my mouth then fingered my ass so he could see.

He slowed down to watch me, his pants turning into moans. “London…”

It was the first time he’d ever said my name during sex. He usually called me by my pet name, but never my true name. I fingered myself harder, pushing my forefinger in and out. I’d never done any ass play, so the action felt even more foreign. But I did what I had to do to survive. No one could judge me for that.

“Damn, you’re incredible.”

The more aroused he was, the wetter I became. I could feel his cock thickening inside me, reaching a new level of hardness. My drenched pussy provided the ideal lubrication so he could slide through with perfect friction. “I want your come…”

His fingers dug into my hips. “It’s coming, Lovely. Keep fingering that asshole, and it’ll be here.”

I moaned through my actions, getting into it when I didn’t expect to enjoy it. I didn’t expect to enjoy anything with Crewe, but I realized he was the best sex I’d ever had. When I slept with other men, I never expected to have an orgasm. And when it did happen, I was grateful. But with Crewe, I came every time. It was a standard that guided my expectations. My life had been stripped from me, but at least I was getting the best sex of my life.

I moaned into the comforter as I came, squeezing his cock until it was bruised. I felt my pussy pool with more moisture from the climax. Now I was so wet I was dripping on the bed.

“Fuck…” He gave a few more pumps before he stilled inside me, his cock balls deep. He released inside me as he grabbed my wrist and squeezed. In the middle of his climax, he gave a few more pumps, shoving his come deeper inside me.

That made me moan again, knowing how much he wanted me to take his seed.

He wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me up, making my back hit his collared shirt. He breathed into my ear canal, his cock slowly softening inside me. I pulled my finger out of my asshole and rested it on my thigh, my breathing still haywire. “I. Love. This. Pussy.” He gently moved his cock inside me, pushing through the mounds of our come. “So. Fucking. Much.”