But kissing her was just as good as all those other things.
There was something innately erotic about feeling our lips move together and our tongues graze across one another. Every time she took a breath, I sucked the air into my lungs, invigorated by her arousal. She’d seemed so plain when I first looked at her, but now, I found her to be the most erotic woman on the planet.
Her hands moved up my back and into my hair, her hips slowly grinding against me. She accepted my cock slowly, taking it in as she loosened up. She took my dick like a pro, as if the size and thickness didn’t cause her much pain.
But I knew it did.
My desire took full control, and I pounded into her with more force, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Sweat trickled down my chest as I continued to kiss and fuck her.
Damn, I already wanted to come.
I deepened the angle and rubbed my pelvic bone against her clit, enjoying the wetness against my skin. I applied the right pressure, wanting her to come. I shouldn’t have cared about her pleasure, but the gentleman that I was, for the most part, wanted her to get the same experience I got. Besides, watching a woman come was just an extra turn on.
I continued to kiss her because I didn’t want to stop. Her mouth was just as intoxicating as her cunt. I could do this all night. I loved having this woman underneath me, enjoying every inch of my cock ramming into her.
Her hands moved to my forearms, where her grip tightened. Her lips stopped moving, and she panted into my mouth, her nipples hardening to the tips of diamonds. “Crewe…” She could have been faking it, pretending to feel the exquisite pleasure just to manipulate me. But when her pussy suddenly constricted, tightening around my shaft with surprising force, I knew it was genuine.
Then she rolled her head back and moaned. Her sigh of pleasure turned into a scream, one that would echo around the house and even reach the first floor. Shit, the rats in the basement could hear it. She pulled me deeper into her as the moans trailed away.
“You enjoy that, Lovely?”
“Yes…” Her lips moved with mine again, her moisture flooding my length. Her tongue darted into my mouth, thanking me for the climax I just gave her.
I pumped into her harder, wanting to release inside that tight little cunt. My balls slapped against her ass as I worked my hips, getting ready for the finale. I wanted my seed to sit inside her all night long, my presence still within her long after I was gone.
Her tits bounced as I fucked her. “I’m not on the pill right now…” She knew I was going to come, must have felt how tight my cock became inside her. “I want your come but…”
Hearing that confession made my spine coil. I wanted to dump everything inside her, mounds and mounds of my seed until she was full to the brim. But coming on her tits wouldn’t be so bad. They were gorgeous. And it would be fucked up to knock her up before I handed her over to Bones. Not very good etiquette.
I fucked her harder until I felt the orgasmic wave of release. I pulled out of her just in time to come on her stomach and tits, creating white pools. I shot out far and got it everywhere, hitting her right in her cleavage as well as the surrounding skin. The sight gave me a second wave of desire while admiring my handiwork.
I kissed her again even though the fun was over. I was satisfied by the beautiful woman underneath me, covered in my come. My tongue darted into her mouth again, and my hand returned to her hair. The kiss lasted for minutes just because it felt good. She knew how to work her mouth, how to move her tongue in all the right ways. I’d even go as far as saying she was the greatest kisser I’d ever had been with.
I got off her then returned to the top of the bed where the pillows were. I lay on the sheets with the comforter kicked back, letting my body cool off because it was still covered in sweat. Exhaustion crept into my bones now that the fun was over.
London cleaned up in the bathroom before she joined me in bed, lying beside me.
I didn’t open my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Going to sleep,” she whispered, her back to me.
“Not in here. Go to your room.”
She didn’t move, the sheets pulled to her shoulder.
Now my eyes opened, irritation coursing down my spine. “What did I just say?”
“You’re really going to kick me out?”
I turned over, my mood souring. “Hooking up doesn’t change anything. I’m not going to sleep with you. I’m selling your ass to Bones tomorrow. If you thought I would actually care for you after a good lay, you’re an idiot.”
8
Crewe
I didn’t see London the next morning, but Finley assured me she was well.
She hadn’t tried to kill herself in the middle of the night.
Ariel knocked on my open door. “Bones is an hour out.”
“Thank you.” In an hour, my prisoner would be gone forever. Joseph, along with the rest of the world, would know I made good on my threats. I unleashed unforgivable punishments on my enemies—something they could never forget.
“Anything you need me to do before I head home for the day?” she asked.
“No, that’s it. Have a good night.”
She smiled before she walked out.
I stared out the window to the green island beyond. The sky was pale blue, nearly white. The wind was light that afternoon, the storm off the coast of Ireland long gone. I admired the beauty of the outside world before I realized it was time to get London ready.
I walked into her bedroom without knocking since I owned her and the room. “Pack your things. He’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
She sat at the foot of the bed with her knees pulled to her chest. In a baggy shirt and sweatpants, she looked like she hadn’t slept at all last night. Her eyes were directed out the window, a defeated gloss to her gaze.
“Did you hear me?” I asked with more force.
“I don’t have any things because I’m not a person…”
I listened to the melancholy in her voice but didn’t let it sink under my skin. I walked farther into the room until I was by her side. Then I grabbed her by the throat, surprised when she didn’t show the slightest reaction. “Enough with the pity party.”
“Why couldn’t you just kill me?” Her voice broke, and tears streamed down her face like an unexpected avalanche. “That’s vengeance enough.”
“But not good vengeance.” I released my fingers from her throat, annoyed my touch had no effect on her. “Forget your tears, and get over it.”
She looked up at me, her cheeks stained with tears she’d already shed. I’d never witnessed her cry before even though she’d struggled the entire time she lived there. Like diamonds, her tears sparkled. They caught the natural sunlight from the window and twinkled. Just when old tears streaked down and dripped off her cheek, new ones developed. “Please don’t do this, Crewe. There’s still time.”
All I did was shake my head.