CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
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.
"Crewe..."
At that point, I was completely lost. Nothing was sexier than a woman whispering my name. She had the manners of an experienced courtesan, as if she gave men pleasure for a living. Yet, she possessed a virginal innocence, like a white flower in the middle of the woods—rare and beautiful.
She guided the tip of my cock toward her slit and gripped my hips, digging her nails into my skin. Then she pulled them with a sharp tug, impatient for me to sink inside.
I slid into her, penetrating her tight, wet pussy with a husky groan. I buried myself all the way inside until my balls smacked against her ass. I gasped with pleasure, feeling like a king inside this sublime woman. With my mouth pressed against hers, I intoxicated myself with her breath.
She moaned softly, her nails dug into my skin. Her ankles remained locked around me. She breathed into my mouth, making sexy noises, loving the feel of my cock as much as I loved the feel of her tight pussy gripping me.
"Fuck, you're good."
I moved slowly in and out of her, waiting patiently for her tight walls to adjust to the size of my shaft.
"Are you a virgin?"
I waited for her response, hoping for a yes.
"No. But it's been a long time..."
The answer was just as satisfying. I drove deep into her, my hand tangled in her hair. Every penetration was welcomed by the wetness of her pussy, which kept dripping for me. I pressed my face against hers as I moved, wanting to do so many things at once. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth, finger her ass, and slap her all at the same time.
But kissing her was just as good as all those things.
There was something purely erotic about feeling our lips move together and our tongues intertwining. Every time she exhaled, I breathed the air into my lungs, ignited by her arousal. She had seemed ordinary to me when I first saw her, but now, I found her to be the most erotic woman alive.
Her hands moved up my back, then into my hair, as she rubbed gently against me. She took my cock slowly, waiting for her flesh to relax. She took my cock like a pro, as if its length and girth caused her no pain.
But I knew she was hurting.
My desire took complete control, and I intensified my thrusts, my balls slamming against her ass with every push. Sweat poured down my chest as I kept kissing and fucking her.
Damn, I already wanted to come.
I deepened the angle and rubbed my pelvis against her clit, savoring her wetness against my skin. I applied just the right amount of pressure, wanting her to come. I shouldn't have cared about her pleasure, but the gentleman in me, in part, wanted her to experience the same thing I was. Besides, watching a woman come turned me on even more.
I kept kissing her because I didn't want to stop. Her mouth was just as intoxicating as her pussy. I could have done this all night. I loved having this girl beneath me, savoring every inch of my cock as it pounded her.
She placed her hands on my forearms and tightened her grip. Her lips stopped moving and she began to gasp in my mouth, her nipples hard as diamond tips.
"Crewe..."
She could be faking it, pretending to feel pleasure just to manipulate me. But when her pussy suddenly contracted, squeezing my member with surprising force, I knew it was a real orgasm.
Then she threw her head back and moaned. Her sigh of pleasure turned into a cry that echoed through the entire house, even downstairs. Damn, the rats in the basement could hear her. She pulled me deeper into her as her moans faded.
"You like that, sweetheart?"
"Yes..."
Her lips started moving with mine again as her wetness flooded my shaft. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, thanking me for the orgasm I had just given her.
I thrust harder and faster, eager to release inside that tight little pussy. My balls hammered against her ass as I swung my hips, preparing for the final assault. I wanted my seed to stay inside her all night, a mark of my presence long after I was gone.
Her breasts bounced as I pounded her.
"I'm not on the pill right now..."
She knew I was about to come; she must have felt my cock thickening inside her womb.
"I want you to come, but..."
Hearing that admission sent a shiver through me. I wanted to pour liters of cum inside her until she was full to the brim. But blasting over her breasts wouldn't be so bad either. They were beautiful. And it would be twisted to knock her up right before handing her over to Bones. A total lack of etiquette.
I fucked her harder until I felt the liberating wave of orgasm. I pulled out just in time to come on her stomach and her breasts, forming milky puddles. I shot far and got it everywhere, including over and around her cleavage. The sight of my work triggered a fresh surge of desire inside me.
I kissed her again, even though the party was over. I was satisfied by the pretty girl beneath me, covered in my cum. I shoved my tongue into her mouth and caressed her hair. The kiss lasted for several minutes, just because it felt good. She knew how to kiss, how to swirl her tongue the right way. I would even go so much as to say she was the best kisser out of all my conquests.
I disengaged from her and moved up toward the headboard, where the pillows were. I lay on the sheet, throwing off the duvet while my body cooled down, as it was still covered in sweat.
London went to wash up in the bathroom before coming back to bed and lying down next to me.
I didn't open my eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to sleep," she said softly, turning her back to me.
"Not here. In your room."
She didn't move, pulling the duvet over her shoulder.
At that, I opened my eyes, irritation rushing through my veins.
"What did I just say?"
"Are you really going to kick me out?"
I turned over, in a sour mood.
"Sleeping together changes nothing. I'm not sleeping with you. I'm selling your little ass to Bones tomorrow. If you thought I was going to care about you after a quick fuck, you're an idiot."
### CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
I didn't see London the next morning, but Finley assured me she was doing fine.
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She hadn't tried to commit suicide in the middle of the night.
Ariel knocked on my open door.
"Bones will be here in an hour."
"Thanks."
In an hour, my prisoner would be gone forever. Joseph and the rest of the world would know that my threats weren't empty words. I reserved ruthless punishments for my enemies—the kind they could never forget.
"Do you need anything before I head home?"
"No, I'm good. Have a good evening."
She smiled and left.
I looked out the window at the island's green landscape. The sky was a pale blue, almost white. The wind was light that afternoon, the storm from the Irish coast long gone. I admired the beauty of the outside world before realizing it was time for London to get ready.
I walked into her room without knocking, since I owned both her and the room.
"Get your things ready. He'll be here in thirty minutes."
She was sitting at the foot of the bed in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, her knees pulled up to her chest. She looked like she hadn't slept all night. Her eyes were turned toward the window, filled with the sadness of the defeated.
"Did you hear me?" I asked with authority.
"I don't have any things because I'm not a human being..."
I heard the despair in her voice, but I didn't let it move me. I walked up to her. Then I grabbed her by the throat, surprised that she didn't show the slightest reaction.
"You've played the martyr long enough."
"Why don't you just kill me?"
Her voice cracked, and tears rolled down her cheeks like an unexpected avalanche.
"That would get you your revenge, too."
"But the revenge wouldn't taste as sweet."
I let go of her throat, annoyed that my grip had no effect on her.
"Stop crying and think about something else."
She looked up at me, her cheeks puffy from the sobs she had already shed. I had never witnessed her tears before, even though she had fought during her entire stay here. They shone like diamonds. They caught the natural light coming from the window and began to sparkle. Every time tears rolled down her cheeks, new ones formed in her eyes.
"Please don't do this, Crewe. There's still time."
I simply shook my head.
She grabbed my wrist and squeezed it.
"I know you're a good man. I know you're better than this."
I watched the tears spill from her eyes and stream down her face. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist the exact same way they had last night when we were in bed. Something shifted inside me, a feeling I couldn't identify. I wasn't even sure if it was good or bad.
"I am not a good man. I extort intelligence from my friends and allies and sell it to their enemies for money. I am no better than the law because I refuse to bend to it. I live by my own rules, my own moral code. If I want to sell you, I will. I don't care if you're an innocent young woman who aspires to save lives. To me, you're just a pawn on the chessboard. Your suffering and your death mean nothing to me."
I freed my hand from her grip.
"Absolutely nothing."
I sat on the couch and watched the clock tick away the minutes. The big hand of the pendulum clock turned inexorably, signaling the moment Bones's helicopter would touch down in front of the house.
I sipped a scotch, feeling the ice cubes touch my lips as I drank. When the glass was empty, I refilled it and set it on my knee, staring at the clock again. London had stopped sobbing fifteen minutes ago. Even with her upstairs bedroom door closed, I could hear her crying.
It was irritating me.
Finley walked into the room.
"Sir, the helicopter just landed. Bones will be here shortly."
I raised my glass to him.
Thank you, Finley.
He nodded and left.
I set my glass aside and stood up, adjusting my tie without looking in the mirror. I shoved my hands into my pockets and headed toward the entrance.
London, get your ass down here.
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