CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
I kissed the cartilage of her ear and slowly moved my mouth down toward her neck, tasting her skin and licking it. My lips craved more; I felt them catch fire every time I touched her. My hand slid up her thigh, and I heard her breathing quicken as I caressed her, sensing her arousal.
She lifted her chin slightly and ran her hand through my hair. Soft sighs escaped her lips, her desire bubbling to the surface. Her scent overwhelmed me,she smelled like flowers and summer.
I laid her down on the couch and climbed over her, never stopping our kiss. Our lips were locked, moving together in a consensual kiss. Before my tongue could enter her mouth, I felt hers dart into mine. She slid her hands over my shoulders, then down my back, our foreplay growing hotter by the second.
My cock was compressed against the fly of my jeans, aching to be inside that tight little pussy. As soon as we were done fucking, I'd have to arrange for London to get a contraceptive shot so I could come inside her as I pleased. For tonight, I'd settle for shooting on her tits.
I didn't break our kiss as I unbuttoned my jeans with one hand. My cock needed to be free. A drop of pre-cum had formed on my head, soaking my boxers. Her pussy was probably just as wet, excited at the thought of feeling my shaft inside her.
But she broke the kiss.
"No."
She pushed me away and rolled off the couch, landing on her knees before standing up.
My blood boiled instantly. Nobody told me no.
Never.
"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed. "Get back here. Right now."
If she wanted to defy me, I'd have no problem pinning her onto her stomach, ass in the air.
"No."
She crossed her arms over her chest as if she were naked and trying to hide from my sight.
"I only slept with you to save my life. I won't do it again."
"You seemed to like it."
"It doesn't matter, I don't want to."
She spun on her heel to walk away.
I lunged to my feet, grabbed her by the neck, and threw her onto the couch.
"There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I take what I want, so just accept it. And if you fight back, I don't give a shit. It only turns me on more."
I tugged at the legs of her leggings and stripped them off, revealing her pretty little ass.
She tried to kick me away.
"I don't need to run or hide. I won't do it."
I let out a dark laugh.
"You don't know me very well."
"I know you."
She continued to struggle beneath me.
"You probably do horrible things, but I know you won't force me to do this. I know that if I ask you to stop, you'll stop. I'm not afraid of you."
She looked at me over her shoulder, looking furiously sexy with her pants down and her ponytail disheveled.
"Did you hear me, Crewe? I am not afraid of you. So get off me so I can go to bed."
I stared at her with a hard expression. I didn't shift my weight off her, but I didn't press on either. Her words angered and soothed me at the same time. She thought I was bluffing, and I wanted to prove her wrong. But she was right—I couldn't bring myself to do it. I did evil things every day, betraying people's trust and murdering men who deserved it. But no, I had never raped a woman, even if I felt entitled to it right now.
She wanted me.
If I slid a finger into her pussy, I'd be met with slick wetness. She wouldn't kiss me that way if she weren't attracted to me. She wanted me.
But she was denying herself to me.
My body obeyed her command, and I pulled away from her, my cock still throbbing in my unbuttoned jeans.
She pulled up her leggings and stood up. She walked around the couch, putting the piece of furniture between us. She didn't cast a triumphant glance my way. Yet, she didn't seem relieved either. What she was feeling remained a mystery.
"You know what I think," she whispered. "You're not as evil as you claim to be. I think you have a heart somewhere in there, buried deep down."
"Believe me, I am evil."
Just because I wasn't forcing her into bed didn't mean I was a good man. I committed crimes every day. I had killed men who stood in my way.
"And I don't have a heart."
"I know you're bluffing, Crewe," she said confidently. "I don't know who you are. But I think I'm starting to find out."
I had comebacks ready, but I stayed quiet. Getting a woman had never been hard for me. All it took was a little charm, buying them a few drinks, and usually, they were in my bed in less than an hour. I had never needed to resort to violence to dip my cock. But then again, I had never met a woman I wanted this badly who didn't want me back.
"Sweetheart, you're not going to like what you find out.
LONDON'S POINT OF VIEW
I didn't know Crewe well, but I knew at least that I was safe now. One of my biggest fears as a woman was being taken against my will. Rape was a deeply vile act, permanently scarring the body and the mind. No matter how many showers you took afterward, the past could never be washed away.
But Crewe would never do such a thing to me.
When I slept with him, it was because I didn't know what else to do. I had to give him a reason to keep me, to make him develop some kind of attachment to me. Sex, after food, was a surefire way to gain a man's affection.
That was why I had done what I had to do.
But it had been my choice. I held all the power and control over the situation. And I was attracted to him, so I had enjoyed myself. But despite my infatuation with him, Crewe was still the man holding me prisoner. I wasn't going to sleep with someone who respected me so little as a human being. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, but I wouldn't be his whore.
Absolutely not.
I barely saw him over the next few days. He stayed in his office working, sometimes with Ariel, while I spent my time outside. Out there, beneath the open sky, I didn't feel as trapped as I did in his house. The sun warmed my skin just as it warmed everyone else's, making me feel closer to the friends I had left behind.
When I explored the island and its wildlife, I felt revitalized. My excursions made me forget my wretched situation,the fact that I was living in a prison. When the breeze caressed my skin and the sun warmed my nose, I felt a thin but genuine joy.
The helicopter landed on the field in the middle of the day, its blades spinning down until they came to a halt. I stared at the black aircraft, wondering if I could manage to fly it. If I had internet access, I might be able to learn in a few months, but Crewe had made sure I had access to nothing.
Bastard.
One of his henchmen, Dunbar, approached me at the edge of the cliff, dressed in black jeans with a rifle at his hip.
I didn't trust him. He was unpredictable and unreadable. I could read Crewe's emotions, but this guy wore a mask.
He stopped less than two meters away from me.
"Come inside."
"Don't tell me what to do."
I could stay out here as long as I wanted.
He took a step forward and grabbed me by the throat, squeezing so hard it knocked the wind right out of me. Crewe had grabbed my neck dozens of times, but he had never tightened his grip this hard. His touch was always a warning, not a threat.
I tried to kick Dunbar, but my legs were too short.
He watched my face turn blue.
"If you don't want to suffocate, I suggest you obey me."
He pressed his face close to mine.
"Got it?"
I nodded, desperate to catch my breath.
He let go of me and stepped back.
"Get up."
I brought my hands to my throat, breathing deeply. It felt raw, and I gasped on the ground, choking even though his hand was no longer squeezing me. Every time I inhaled, I coughed again.
I said get up.
Dunbar kicked me in the ribs.
I rolled over, clutching my side and coughing up my lungs. I didn't scream in pain, refusing to give him that satisfaction. Not that any scream could have come out anyway, since I couldn't stop coughing.
Since I wasn't getting up, he lunged at me again.
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