CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
I pushed my cock a little deeper, aroused by the wetness of her intimacy.
"No! Please!"
She gasped beneath me, despair echoing 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 joking.
"I am certainly not better than this. I stole you, so why not use you too?"
"Hit me. Break me. Kill me. But don't do this..."
I don't know how, but her words sank into me—straight to the bone. She preferred death to rape, and it triggered a feeling of empathy in me that I didn't know I was capable of. The tip of my cock was still inside her, savoring the wet warmth.
"Then why are you so wet, sweetheart?"
I didn't pull out because the inside of her pussy felt too good. So soft. So warm.
Her head was pressed against the sheets, and she was struggling to breathe.
I asked you a question.
I tightened my grip on her wrists and her neck.
She squirmed, trying to break free from my hold.
I'm attracted to you...
My fingers immediately loosened around her throat; her words were like music to my ears. Her confession was so honest and embarrassing. I was taking her against her will, and yet she was getting wet. It was deeply humiliating—for her.
"But I don't want this. Maybe my body does, but I don't. Have some compassion and let me go."
My hand was still holding her wrists, and I struggled to let go. Knowing she desired my cock made me want to keep going. My attraction to her doubled in seconds. Now, I wanted her in a sensual way; I wanted her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved to the rhythm of our mutual passion.
Not like this.
I found the strength to release her and pull my head out of her pussy. The moment my wet cock hit the cool air, it twitched with frustration. I didn't put my boxers back on, as I had no shame in my nudity.
London sighed with relief when I let her go, but she still hid her face. Her ass was still up in the air and her panties were around her ankles.
I forced myself to look away, because looking only made me harder.
"I advise you to get dressed and get out of here before I change my mind."
She snapped back to reality and put her clothes back on. She avoided my gaze as she rushed out of my room, forgetting to close the door behind her.
I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to process what had just happened. I had every right to fuck her. After all, she had just tried to kill me in my sleep—a cowardly attempt.
She belonged to me. She was my collateral for the four million dollars Joseph had taken from me. If I wanted to fuck her, I could. If I wanted to break her neck, I could.
Damn it, I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
But something held me back. She begged me not to rape her, and for some reason beyond my understanding, I gave in. I wanted her, but I managed to walk away. When she confessed she was attracted to me, it gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. Her body desired me, even if her mind despised me.
I should be content with that—for now.
I didn't run into her the next day, as she spent the entire day in her room. She was clearly avoiding me after last night's incident. I couldn't blame her. The tip of my cock had been inside her, and in response, her body had grown wet.
I was reminiscing about the feel of her tight pussy around my head when Ariel walked into my office.
"The chopper is ready for tonight. It's bringing a few men."
"Alright."
I didn't expect him to come alone. I rarely went anywhere without a tight security detail.
"Also, Joseph Ingram is on the phone."
My fingers were resting on my lips, but I took them away immediately upon hearing her announcement. I clenched my fist.
"What does he want?"
"To talk to you."
"He's got some nerve..."
"You told him not to try and rescue her. But you never told him he couldn't contact you."
I was too pissed off to smile.
"You're right... as usual."
"I'm surprised he wants her back. If you ask me, she's insufferable."
"I'm surprised to hear you say that."
I kept the conversation going, but I was thinking about what I was going to say to Joseph when I took his call.
"Why?"
"She reminds me of you. Two stubborn little tough girls."
Ariel rolled her eyes affectionately.
"He's on line one."
She walked out, closing the door behind her this time.
I stared at the satellite phone on my desk, connected to Ariel's just as I used it for work.
I stared at it for several heartbeats before finally picking up.
"Hello, Joseph."
I didn't intend to say much, wanting to force him to speak through my silence. But I hoped he wouldn't beat around the bush too much, because I had work to do. The fact that his sister was attracted to me despite being my prisoner gave me a sick satisfaction. I already felt like I had my revenge.
"Hello, Mr. Donoghue."
That's a good start.
"I know you have London, and I haven't tried to get her back."
*Because you're a coward.*
"But I hope you'll agree to let her go."
"Why would I do that?"
I stared at my watch, watching the big hand go around and around.
"She's just an innocent young girl."
"She's not a girl," I said with a laugh. "She's a woman."
Joseph went silent at my insinuation. I could imagine a vein pulsing on his forehead.
"And it's not going to happen. I've decided what I'm going to do with her. She leaves in a few days. Where she's going... I have no idea."
"What do you mean?"
Instead of staying calm, panic bled into Joseph's tone.
"A friend of mine is coming over for dinner tonight. He's a connoisseur of slaves. I'm going to introduce her and name her price."
"Who?" Joseph asked.
A fucking psychopath. I was cold and cruel, but this man was a whole different story. Compared to him, I was a lamb.
Bones.
Joseph knew exactly who he was. Bones was notorious for his taste in women. He liked to use them, break their legs, and then hunt them through his mansion. He was pure cruelty, killing his victims once he grew bored of them. Then he would buy a new slave... and the cycle continued.
"Please, Crewe..."
"He'll pay me the four million dollars you stole from me. And we'll be even."
"Come on, I'll do whatever you want. Please, don't do this. She's a good girl..."
His voice cracked as if he were on the verge of tears.
I had no sympathy for him.
"You shouldn't have played me. I told you before."
"There has to be a compromise."
"Not now that I know how much it upsets you. You know she'll be tortured every day until Bones finally finishes her off. It will weigh on your conscience every second of your life until the moment you see her tombstone and know her suffering is over."
"I'll do whatever you want..."
"Goodbye, Joseph."
I hung up and pushed the phone away on my desk, as if to rid myself of Joseph Ingram forever. I wanted my revenge to be perfect, so that anyone who heard my story would fear me.
When I walked into a room, everyone would bow.
Because I was the King of Scotch.
LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
Crewe entered my room without knocking, his brown eyes gleaming with a sinister intent.
"I'm having a guest over for dinner. I want you to have your hair and makeup done. Ariel can help you if you need it."
There were so many problematic things in those sentences.
"First of all, I can do it myself. Second of all, I don't want to. And third, who on earth travels all the way out here just for dinner?"
"A friend of mine. I want to introduce you."
"Why?"
Crewe stepped toward me as I sat in the armchair. He looked formidable in his suit.
"Because I'm going to sell you."
"What?"
"It's part of my plan. I'm going to ask him for four million dollars. He'll think about it for a bit before agreeing."
"Well, I don't agree."
Crewe wasn't the best man on Earth, but at least he hadn't raped me when I begged him to spare me. I much preferred staying here, even if he was bad, because it was better than going God knows where.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"You belong to me. You have no rights. Do your hair and makeup, or I'll send Ariel to do it for you."
The conversation was so unbearable that I didn't even think about the last time I had spoken to him. When his huge cock was pushing inside me and I had confessed that I was attracted to him. I had been humiliated to utter those words, but this exchange was far worse.
"No."
He grabbed my neck.
"Do as I say. Or I'll fuck you."
After throwing me a threatening look, he released me.
"When I come back in thirty minutes, you better have listened to me. Otherwise, I'm shoving my cock up your ass."
He slammed the door on his way out, making me jump in fear.
I obeyed because I didn't know what else to do.
If I defied him, he would carry out his threat.
But if I didn't defy him, I was going to have to meet a man who might buy me for immoral reasons.
Either way, I lost.
Crewe returned thirty minutes later, dressed in jeans and a dark green t-shirt. His muscular arms were emphasized, lean and toned with corded veins standing out under his skin. He had just shaved, so his jawline was smooth.
He looked at me with approval.
"I'm a bit disappointed. I was hoping you'd disobey."
I ignored the hint.
"Take off your dress."
"You didn't tell me what you wanted me to wear."
I stood at the foot of the bed in high heels. I had found the outfit in the closet, along with other clothes Crewe had bought for me.
"Because I want you naked."
The blood drained from my face.
"Get down to your panties. Right now."
I had already undressed for him once. I wasn't going to do it again, especially not in front of a stranger who wanted to buy me for sick reasons.
"No."
"No, what?"
He reached for my throat in a flash.
"I'm not undressing for anyone. If you don't like it, you can just..."
He grabbed my dress and ripped it. A long tear formed in the fabric, exposing my bra. He pulled even harder, until it was completely split in two.
😈 If you were in London's shoes, would you have obeyed to survive or resisted until the very end?