LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
I forced myself not to shake, not to give in to fear in Bones's presence. But I had never been so terrified in my entire fucking life. My heart was hammering in my chest and I was on the verge of passing out. This man was a monster, far worse than my captor. Crewe had only slapped me—and even then, I had struck him first. When I begged him not to rape me, he listened. Crewe wasn't evil at all—compared to Bones.
The moment Bones left the house, I ran to my room and got dressed immediately, finally letting my body shake with terror. I couldn't catch my breath, I was panicking so hard. If I had to submit to that psychopath, I would kill myself.
It would be a much better option.
Crewe walked into my room without knocking.
"That went well."
Normally, I would have thrown a biting comeback at him, but I just didn't have it in me.
"He's coming back in three days with the cash."
"He said that?"
I clung to the hope that my price tag would be too high. I thought it was too expensive, especially if I wasn't going to stay alive very long.
"Yeah."
Crewe stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking as stunning as ever despite the abominable deal he had just struck.
"Just long enough to go grab the cash and come back. When someone moves around as much as he does, it's hard to manage liquidity."
I didn't give a damn about his explanation.
"Crewe... don't do this."
I had already begged him once, and he had listened. Maybe he would listen again.
"Please."
He looked at me with an expression that was almost weary.
"I'll give you the money, okay? Your debt will be repaid."
"Do you have four million dollars just lying around somewhere?" he asked with a cruel smile.
"No, but I'll find it."
I would sell drugs if I had to.
"You're selling me to get revenge. Let me buy myself back."
He shook his head.
"Even if you had the money, I wouldn't take it. Selling you to a raving lunatic like Bones is part of the plan."
"No..."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
"I'm begging you."
I dropped to my knees on the floor.
"Please, don't let him take me. I know you have compassion. I know you have sympathy."
His eyes darkened the moment I got down on my knees.
"No."
"Yes, you do. I've seen it."
"I didn't fuck you because I didn't want to damage the merchandise. Your begging has no effect on me."
I didn't believe him. Or maybe I just preferred not to believe him.
"I'll do whatever you want. Just don't sell me to that psychopath. He's sick."
"Exactly," Crewe said coldly. "He's the craziest man I've ever done business with—and that's saying something."
I clasped my hands together, not caring how pathetic I had become. I was on the floor like a rat, but I didn't care. I would do anything to save my skin, to spare myself eternal suffering.
"Crewe, there has to be a way. I can give you whatever you want. Anything..."
I had made myself clear. I never thought I would offer such a thing, but I was ready to sleep with him just to avoid Bones. I preferred Crewe to Bones by a landslide.
"There is nothing I want more than making an example out of Joseph for my enemies."
He walked around me, his hands still in his pockets.
"You leave in three days. You can blame me all you want, but your brother is the real culprit. Blame him, not me."
"Crewe, please..."
He slammed the door shut.
Incapable of holding them back for another second, I let my tears pour out.
CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
She didn't leave her room for meals or anything else. She stayed holed up. Finley checked in from time to time to make sure she hadn't hanged herself in the bathroom. I wouldn't blame her if she tried that way out.
I would do the same.
Even though her situation was unfortunate, I felt no compassion for her. That's just how the world works. The bad guys exploit you the second you let your guard down. She should have hidden better, stayed on her guard longer. If she had protected herself, I wouldn't have been able to find her.
So it was her own fault.
Bones was going to take her, beat her for no reason, and then kill her within the next eight months. When she left my house, it would be the last time in my life I would ever see her—the last time anyone would see her besides Bones. Her death would be just as painful as the months she had left to live.
But I couldn't care less.
Her radio silence wasn't going to change my mind. She could starve herself to death if she wanted to. It just meant she would have less energy to fight back against Bones if she planned on defending herself. Her silent protest had no effect on me. On the contrary, it was pleasant not having to deal with her crying and whining.
Ariel walked into my office.
"I just got off the phone with Bones. He's coming tomorrow afternoon to pick up his purchase."
"Thanks for the heads-up."
She lingered by the door.
"That girl has quite an ordeal ahead of her."
"Yes. And I hope you're not trying to make me feel soft."
She crossed her arms over her chest.
"No. I'm just wondering if she's strong enough to survive it."
I shook my head.
"Nobody is. You know how crazy he is."
She nodded.
"Well, if I don't see her before she leaves, wish her luck for me."
I snorted.
"She's not speaking to me anymore. I don't think she'll ever speak to me again."
Ariel shrugged.
"You're not much of a talker anyway."
She gave me a wink before closing the door.
I finished my workday, went out for a run around the island, did my daily workout, had dinner, and then read for a bit before going to bed. London could come back into my room to kill me in my sleep, but I doubted she would. At this point, my death wouldn't change anything. Bones would still come for her.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about my upcoming trip to Glasgow. I had spent enough time alone on this island. When I got back to the city, I would pay a visit to some of my regulars. I liked sex, like any man, but there were times when I didn't need it. Until the urge came rushing back.
Three weeks without sex had sent my libido through the roof.
The door opened and someone stepped inside. I knew who it was without even looking. If she had come to kill me, it was pointless. She would need a gun to get the upper hand on me.
I sat up in bed and froze at the sight of her.
London untied her robe, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool onto the floor. She stood completely naked before me, her breasts high and her nipples hard. Her long legs seemed to stretch all the way up to her neck. She walked toward the bed, her hips swaying slightly with every step. She had curled her hair and put on dark eyeshadow.
She reached the bed and climbed onto it. I felt her soft, warm skin draw close to mine.
I stared at her, utterly captivated, my cock hard and ready for action. Part of my brain wondered if this was a dream. She hated me earlier today. I highly doubted she actually wanted to fuck me after what I had done to her.
She straddled my hips and lowered her pelvis directly over my cock. My sensitive skin could feel the folds of her pussy, the tender flesh I was going to penetrate over and over again. She caressed her own breasts and rubbed against me with the allure of a whore.
I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her soft skin.
"Sweetheart..."
I sat up and closed my mouth around one of her nipples, sucking the hardened flesh to taste her. She tasted clean and smelled like a woman, a floral scent.
Even though I adored her body, I knew exactly what she was playing at.
"Fucking you isn't going to make me change my mind about tomorrow. I'm still selling you to Bones even if you're good in bed."
Her fingers slid through my hair as she held me tight. She arched her back so I could swallow her other nipple. She had spent the last two days hating me, and now, it was like nothing had happened.
"You might change your mind..."
She tilted her neck so my lips would brush against her shoulders. She pressed wet kisses onto my skin, working her way up to my neck. Her tongue ventured to my ear, breathing her warm breath straight into my ear canal.
My hands explored her back, feeling the definition of her muscles beneath her silky skin. Her shoulders were petite, but they held strength. I could feel their power under my fingertips. Even though I had seen her completely naked before, this felt like a completely new experience. Now, I was touching her, discovering her.
I laid her down on her back, sliding my hips between her thighs. I hooked my arms under her knees and leaned over her, my cock rubbing against her folds. I looked down at her, my chest brushing against her firm breasts. I stared at her lips, completely aroused by the beautiful woman beneath me.
When she first arrived here, I hadn't been impressed by her beauty. She was just an ordinary girl, with soft hair and a decent body. But she had emeralds for eyes and the attitude of a prison guard. Now, I couldn't take my eyes off her, seeing her as someone entirely different. I remembered every time she had defied me, refusing to show fear even when she was terrified. Without meaning to, she had earned my respect.
And that in itself was an achievement.
She pressed her hands against my chest and slid her palms upward, rubbing my hard pectorals. Then she moved them up to my shoulders and dug her fingers into my skin, feeling the power of my body. She tightened her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together.
I stared at her lips, anticipating the rush of adrenaline. The taste of her lips had to be even better than the taste of her skin. She had the confidence of someone who knew she was absolutely sexy, who knew she was my fantasy. The fact that she had climbed on top of me and outright demanded sex had given her the power.
But I liked taking it back.
Now, she was lying beneath me, submissive to my pleasure.
I pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her slowly, feeling a wave of desire crash through me the moment we touched. My arms shook with ecstasy from the unexpected chemistry. I didn't want to fuck her just yet. Kissing her brought me enough satisfaction, enough warmth. My tongue explored her mouth until it found hers. They danced languidly together, our passion fierce and powerful. My cock rubbed gently against her folds, savoring the wetness building between her thighs.
Fuck.
I plunged my hand into her hair and gripped the strands, galvanized by the power of domination. She was mine willingly. I didn't want to let her go anymore. I wanted to kiss her relentlessly, to feel the burn of desire on my lips.
She slowly dragged her fingernails down my back, scratching my skin from how hard she pressed.
"Fuck me."
I groaned into her mouth, feeling my cock twitch at the same time. I couldn't remember the last time I had kissed someone with such passion, the last time I had a woman as sensual as London beneath me. She was begging me, and I knew her plea was sincere, because her pussy was dripping wet.
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