LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
He sipped his scotch—a strange combination with the fish.
"I strongly disagree."
"Joseph stole four million dollars from me. For some foolish reason, he thought he would get away with it. When he decided to work with criminal intelligence, he knew his loved ones would become targets if he ripped someone off. And according to my research, it seems you are his only living relative."
I held his gaze without flinching, despite the wave of emotion washing over me. My parents had been killed by a drunk driver as they were leaving a romantic dinner. A speeding car hit them, they crashed into a tree, and they both died instantly. Joseph and I were just children at the time.
"So he knew the risks, but he did it anyway. He's the bad guy, not me. If I loved someone, I can swear to you I wouldn't play with their life."
He drank some more scotch, his elbow resting on the table.
I have a reputation to uphold. Joseph doubled the amount he owes me, but that's not enough after what he did. The only way to maintain my power was to do something terrifying—that's why I kidnapped you. I'm not the bad guy, London. I'm just trying to survive, like everyone else.
And how will anyone know you brought me here?" I questioned. "As far as I know, nobody even knows we exist out here.
"They will know. Trust me.
He swirled his glass before drinking again.
I felt my heart drop and my stomach tie themselves into knots. He had a plan. I wouldn't stay on Fair Isle forever. I didn't look at this island as a sanctuary, but I wasn't stupid. I knew there were much worse places out there. At least living here gave me the luxury of a certain amount of freedom.
What are you going to do to me?
I asked the question knowing full well I wasn't ready to hear the answer.
"It doesn't matter. You'll find out soon enough.
I didn't touch my dinner; I had completely lost my appetite. There was no doubt in my mind that Crewe was capable of anything. He had the power to do whatever he wanted to me, and I would be powerless to stop him. If he wanted to rape me, he could. If he wanted to kill me, he could. If he wanted to do something far worse, I couldn't stop him.
Now, I was truly terrified of the unknown.
CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
Ariel knocked on my half-open office door.
"You wanted to see me, Crewe?"
I paused my email to look up at her.
"Can you contact Bones and invite him to dinner tomorrow night? Tell him I want to introduce him to someone.
She nodded.
Sure. I'll let you know what he says.
Thanks.
Ariel left, leaving the door open.
I went back to my email, and a few minutes later, I received another guest.
So, is this where the magic happens?
Dressed in dark jeans and a designer shirt, London walked into my office. Her hair was styled, long and silky. She was wearing makeup that Dunbar had brought back for her from Glasgow. When she made an effort to look good, she truly radiated. I was surprised Joseph had a sister who was so much better looking than him.
"Yeah. Pure magic.
I swiveled in my chair to face her, hands resting on my knees. My eyes traveled over her body without a shred of shame, knowing she belonged to me and that I could do whatever I pleased with her. I had a weakness for feminine curves—including hers.
I had already seen her naked, and though the sight of her bare body had made me hard, she was dirty and malnourished back then. But ever since she started taking care of herself, she had turned my head a few times. She didn't particularly blow me away, because it took a lot more than that for a woman to impress me, but I wasn't disappointed either.
She stepped further into the room and scanned my office.
If you're looking for ways to kill me, you could be more discreet.
Since I slept in the same house as her, a part of me hoped she would try to take my life while I slept. If she did, I would feel absolutely no guilt pinning her to my mattress and fucking her until she screamed. It would be a fair punishment for her crime.
That's not what I'm doing—at least, not right now.
Then what are you doing here?
What do you think? I'm bored.
She crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight.
I was in medical school, working sixteen hours a day. And now I don't know what to do with myself.
I gave her a sultry look, letting my dick do the thinking for me.
I could entertain you on this desk," I said, gesturing with my chin toward the dark wood where my computer and papers sat. "Trust me, you won't be bored anymore.
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the window.
I'll pass.
I checked out her tight ass in her jeans.
You play hard to get, but you're clearly interested.
Interested in what?" she asked incredulously.
In me. If you hate me so much, what are you doing in here?
She turned around and met my gaze. But she didn't answer.
I stood up from my chair and stepped out from behind my desk.
"If you want me, all you have to do is ask."
I placed my hands in front of me, my fingers stroking the varnished wood.
"I am at your disposal, whenever you want."
She grimaced in disgust.
"I knew you were arrogant, but wow."
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"Wow what?"
"You assume everyone wants to sleep with you?"
"Only the kidnapped women who voluntarily spend time with me."
She knew she didn't have a logical counterargument to that. She pursed her lips, glaring at me, searching for something to fire back.
I knew she didn't have a damn excuse.
Ariel walked back into the room.
"Bones said he's in the area, and he'll gladly join you."
I didn't take my eyes off London.
"Ariel, you've met our guest, right?"
"No, not yet."
Ariel looked London up and down but didn't offer her hand.
"Now I can put a face to the name."
"And I can put a face to evil," London snapped back. "This guy is holding me prisoner here, and you don't give a damn?"
Ariel stared at her coldly, the same look she gave me when she was mad at me.
"Do you expect me to give a damn just because I'm a woman? I don't care about your problems. Go cry to someone who gives a shit."
With that, she walked out, her head held high.
London shook her head as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"Everyone here is twisted."
"Maybe you're the one who's twisted. You aren't made for our world. Of course you don't understand it."
"But our worlds have the same laws. And kidnapping is illegal, no matter which one you live in."
I smiled.
"Not in mine."
Sooner or later, I knew she would try something.
She would try to kill me, and since she knew she couldn't overpower me, she would do it while I slept.
I left my door unlocked because I was a light sleeper. The moment I heard her footsteps in the hallway, I would be on high alert.
Then she arrived.
I heard the doorknob turn quietly, the sound signaling her approach. I stayed in bed waiting for her, my dick hardening at the thought of what would happen next. She would try to strangle me or knock me out with a heavy object. But I would fuck her to teach her a good lesson.
Because I had every right to.
I felt her quietly approach my bed, her breathing steady. Despite her featherweight size, the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. The house was old, once a beautiful castle, but time had taken its toll.
Once she was close enough, I struck. I grabbed her wrist and slammed it against my nightstand, forcing her to drop the stone she was holding, and the blunt object thudded to the floor. She shrieked at the impact, from pain or surprise.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and dragged her onto my bed, pinning her to the mattress as I climbed over her. I slept naked, so I was prepared for what came next. I ripped off her pants and panties and pressed my hard dick between her butt cheeks. I rubbed it against her, pinning her arms behind her back with one hand while my other hand gripped her neck.
"I was hoping you'd do that."
She breathed heavily beneath me, panicked, and tried to break free from my grip.
"Don't..."
I pressed the head against her opening and slid inside. I was greeted by her tightness, and I automatically groaned in pleasure, realizing just how tightly her pussy was going to squeeze my dick.
"It's time for your punishment."
"No."
She arched her hips to push me off, but that didn't stop me.
"I'm going to fuck you, London. I'm going to fuck you hard."
She thrashed and started to scream, even though Finley wouldn't intervene.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please don't do this. Please..."
Her pussy was mine.
"If I had begged you to stop, would you really have stopped?"
She remained silent, because we both knew the answer.
"Cry all you want. It's only going to make me like it more."
I shoved my dick a little deeper, aroused by the wetness of her intimacy.
"No! Please!"
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