His chambers were from another time. The bed was larger than any king I’d ever seen, the fireplace was bigger than a 70-inch flat screen, and the wood of the dressers and furniture seemed to be refurbished, relics from the ancient castle.
While he worked downstairs with his men in one of the drawing rooms, I stayed in the bedroom, which had its own living room, private balcony, walk-in closet, fully-renovated bathroom, and another sitting room (for what, I couldn’t tell you). It was bigger than most houses.
I got goose bumps once I sat on the foot of the bed and wrapped my hand around the bed post. Was this the same bed frame that the last king had slept in? What else in this castle had lived more lifetimes than I would ever see? The historical significance shook me to the core, which was saying something because I never cared for history. But I could appreciate something that was two hundred years old.
I got ready for bed and changed into the baggiest shirt and the ugliest sweatpants I could find. All the clothes Crewe had gotten for me were girly and tight, way too sexy. So I put on his clothes instead. Hopefully, that would deter him from trying to seduce me. Even if he was an unofficial monarch of Scotland, rich, and handsome, I wasn’t sleeping with him again.
I was lying in bed, fully awake and looking out the window, when he walked inside. He quietly shut the door behind me like I might be asleep then undressed at the foot of the bed, removing his tie as well as the rest of his suit.
It must have been two in the morning, and it baffled me that he worked for so long. What did they talk about down there? How much intelligence could be discussed for so long? I hadn’t fallen asleep yet because I wanted to be awake when he returned. I knew I could trust him, to a certain extent, but I would feel more comfortable once he was in bed and asleep—not awake and stirring.
He pulled back the covers and got in beside me. He didn’t touch me, staying on his side of the bed. “Can’t sleep?”
How did he know I was awake? “I was waiting for you.”
The arrogance showed in his voice. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m right here, Lovely.” He moved toward my side of the bed.
I turned over and stuck out my arm, hitting him in his hard chest. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
He chuckled and kept his distance, moving to his back and staring up at the ceiling. One hand rested on his chest.
I wondered if he was nude. Anytime I came into his room at night, he usually was.
“Why are we sleeping together?” I asked. “You kicked me out of your room last time we were in the same bed.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“I don’t want you to sleep alone in a room here. One of the guys might go in there and try to have some fun with you…”
The meaning of his words made me tense up. “For loyal men, you don’t seem to trust them.”
“Actually, I do trust them. But it’s when you trust someone the most that you need to be careful.”
I raised an eyebrow. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
“Not really. Think about it. If my men know I trust them, they’ll feel comfortable. And if they feel comfortable, they might try to pull something because they think they can get away with it. Then later they can lie about it, since they know they’re in my good graces. So, in my opinion, it’s best to play it safe. I’d rather have you under my watch. If you want something done right, you should do it yourself. That’s what they say, right?”
Oddly enough, that actually did make a lot of sense.
“No, I don’t want to share a bed with you. But this mattress is big enough that I’ll hardly notice you’re there.” He turned his head my way, his hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it. “You don’t snore, right?”
“No. Do you?”
“No.” He faced the ceiling again.
I stared at his muscled chest, seeing the sheets come up to his waist. “You aren’t naked under there, right?”
When he turned back to me, he wore an evil grin. “Why don’t you take a peek and find out?”
“I’m good,” I said sarcastically.
“Well, he’s ready whenever you are.”
Whenever I’m ready? Like I’m ever going to be ready. “I’m never going to sleep with you again. That was a one-time thing.”
“Whatever you say, Lovely.”
“I’m serious.”
“I’m sorry,” he said with a chuckle. “I have a very hard time believing you.”
“I’m not one of your bimbos.”
“Whoa.” He sat up in bed, propping himself on one elbow. “What makes you think I see bimbos? As a matter of fact, I like strong, clever, and independent women. One of my girls is a French diplomat. She’s smart as hell.”
“You have multiple girlfriends?” I asked in disgust.
“No girlfriends. Just girls.” He laid back down and pulled the sheets to his shoulder. “There you go again…being jealous.”
“Oh, geez…” I wanted to smack him upside the head. “I’m not jealous. I’ve never been jealous. I’ll never be jealous.”
“You like to talk about my sex life a lot.”
“I really don’t,” I said coldly. “You’re clean, right?” I silently hated myself for asking this question after the act had been committed. But I was doing it to survive, to get away from Bones, so I couldn’t be too hard on myself.
“Of course, Lovely. By the way, we need to give you the shot. Ariel will take care of it in the morning.”
Now I grew angry. “I said I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“Fine. But we’re giving you the shot anyway—because you’ll change your mind.”
“Will not—”
He crawled on top of me and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me a scorching kiss that was so aggressive my mouth ached. His hands gripped my wrists and pinned them to the mattress underneath me. His tongue darted into my mouth and danced with mine.
My resistance disappeared once he breathed into my mouth. His eyes were open, giving me a seductive look as he worshipped my mouth with his. He was naked from the waist down, and I felt his cock against my sweatpants.
When he felt my mouth reciprocate, he released my hand and dug his fingers into my hair, feeling the soft strands. He started to rock with me, his cock rubbing against my clitoris through my sweatpants.
My knees automatically fell apart to give him room because I wanted more of that friction, more of that length of steel to make me feel good. His lips hypnotized me, giving me a kiss so scorching it left me breathless. I instantly forgot this man was my captor, taking away all my human rights, the second he kissed me.
He thrust his hips harder, pushing his cock directly onto my throbbing clitoris. He made me pant and rock with him, enjoying how impressive his length was. I moaned into his mouth when I felt the ecstasy between my legs. Without even being inside me, he made me explode like a firework. “Oh god…” My toes curled, and my moans turned into whimpers. It felt so good that I forgot how easily he got me in the mood.
He stopped rocking and looked down at me, victory in his eyes. “You’ll get the shot in the morning.”
12
Crewe
It was ten in the morning, but that didn’t stop Ariel and me from sharing a bottle of scotch.