My cock pressed against the front of my jeans, eager to be inside that tight pussy. The second the sex was over, I’d have to arrange for London to get the shot so I could come in her as much as I wanted. Coming on her tits would be enough for tonight.
I didn’t break our kiss as I undid the top of my jeans with a single hand. My cock needed to come free. A drop formed on the tip and soaked through my boxers. Her pussy was probably just as wet, desperate to feel my rock-hard length.
But then she stopped the kiss. “No.” She pushed me off her then rolled off the couch, falling to her knees before she stood once again.
My rage immediately came to the surface. No one told me no.
Ever.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I whispered. “Get back here. Now.” If she defied me, I had no problem pinning her on her stomach with her ass in the air.
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest like she was naked and trying to hide herself from my sight. “I only fucked you to save myself. I’m not doing it again.”
“Sure seemed like you enjoyed it.”
“Whether I did or didn’t, I don’t want it.” She turned to walk away.
I got to my feet instantly, grabbed her by the neck and threw her on the couch. “There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I get what I want, so just accept it. But if you fight, I won’t mind. Bigger turn-on anyway.” I yanked on the back of her leggings and pulled them off, revealing her perky ass.
She tried to buck me off. “I don’t need to run or hide. You won’t do it.”
I released a dark laugh. “You don’t know me very well.”
“I do know you.” She continued to fight underneath me. “Maybe you do evil things, but I know you won’t do this. I know if I ask you to stop, you’ll stop. I’m not afraid of you.” She stared at me over her shoulder, looking incredibly sexy with her pants pulled down and her ponytail loose. “Did you hear me, Crewe? I’m not afraid of you. So get off me so I can go to bed.”
I stared her down, my expression hardening. I didn’t move my weight off of her, but I didn’t move forward either. Her words pissed me off and placated me at the exact same time. She was calling my bluff, and I wanted to prove her wrong. But she was right, I didn’t think I could do it. I did a lot of evil things on a daily basis, betrayed people’s confidences and murdered men who deserved it. But no, I’d never forced myself on a woman before, even though I felt entitled to do it now.
She wanted me.
If I stuck my fingers in her pussy, I would be greeted with slick wetness. She couldn’t kiss me like that unless she felt the same attraction. She wanted me.
But she still said no.
My body obeyed her command, and I moved off her, my cock still hard in my unbuttoned jeans.
She pulled her pants up then got off the couch. She moved around to the other side so the furniture was in between us. She didn’t give me a gloating look. She didn’t look relieved either. Her feelings were a mystery, actually. “You know what I think?” she whispered. “You aren’t as evil as you claim. I think you have a heart somewhere in there—buried deep down inside.”
“Trust me, I’m evil.” Just because I wouldn’t force her to sleep with me didn’t mean I was a good person. I committed plenty of crimes on a daily basis. I’ve killed men just for getting in my way. “And I don’t have a heart.”
“I’m calling your bluff, Crewe,” she said with confidence. “I don’t know who you are. But I think I’m beginning to find out.”
I had more to say, but I kept my mouth shut. Getting women had never been a struggle for me. All I did was turn on the charm, buy them a few drinks, and I usually got them in my sheets within the hour. I’d never had to resort to force to get my dick wet. But then again, I’d never met a woman I wanted this much who didn’t want me. “Lovely, you aren’t going to like what you see.”
11
London
I didn’t know Crewe very well, but at least now I knew I was safe. One of my biggest fears as a woman was being taken against my will. The violent act was so sinister and dirty, marking my body and mind permanently. It didn’t matter how many showers I took, the past would never wash off.
But Crewe would never do that to me.
When I slept with him the first time, I didn’t know what else to do. I had to give him a reason to keep me, to give him a connection that would make him feel some fondness for me. Sex was the way to a man’s heart if food wasn’t an option.
So I did what I had to do.
But it was my choice. I had all the power and the control. I was attracted to him, so I did enjoy it. But despite my continued attraction to him, he was still the man keeping me captive. I wasn’t going to sleep with someone who had so little respect for me as a human being. I didn’t know what he was going to do with me, but I wasn’t going to be his whore.
Absolutely not.
I didn’t see Crewe much over the next few days. He stayed in his office or worked with Ariel while I stayed outside. When I was underneath the sky, I didn’t feel so trapped. The sun warmed my skin just as it did to everyone else, and that made me feel connected to the friends I’d left behind.
When I explored the island and the creatures, I felt invigorated with life again. It made me forget about my current circumstances, that I was living in a prison. When the breeze caressed my skin and the sun warmed my nose, I actually felt a small sense of joy.
The helicopter landed in the field at midday, the propellers spinning until they finally came to a standstill. I eyed the black chopper and wondered if I could figure out how to operate it. If I had access to the internet, I could teach myself in a few months, but Crewe made sure I couldn’t access anything.
That bastard.
One of his henchman, Dunbar, approached me at the cliff, wearing black jeans with a gun on his hip.
I didn’t trust him. He was unpredictable and impossible to read. I could get a reading on Crewe’s emotions, but this guy wore a mask.
He stopped five feet away from me. “Come inside.”
“Don’t boss me around.” I could sit there as long as I liked.
He stepped closer to me then grabbed me by the throat, squeezing me so tight I couldn’t breathe. Crewe grabbed my neck dozens of times, but he never tightened his grip like this. His touches always implied warning but didn’t carry eminent threat.
I tried to kick Dunbar, but my legs were too short.
Dunbar watched my face turn blue. “If you don’t want to suffocate, I suggest you listen to me.” He pressed his face closer to mine. “Got it?”
I nodded, desperate for air.
He released me and stood back. “Up”
I clutched my throat and took a deep breath. My throat was irritated, so I heaved on the ground, choking even though his hand wasn’t around my throat anymore. Every time I took a breath, I had to cough again.
“I said get up.” Dunbar kicked me in the side, hitting me right in the ribs.
I toppled over and clutched my side as I coughed. I didn’t cry out in pain, refusing to give him that satisfaction. I couldn’t make a sound anyway because I couldn’t stop coughing.
When I didn’t get up, he lunged for me again.