His eyes narrowed again. “For a prisoner, you sure seem to like me.”
He was a playboy, a dictator, and an asshole. It would be tough work to make this man fall for me, let alone simply care about me. But Joseph was right. Pulling his heartstrings like he was a puppet would be the only way out of this mess. “Is it really so much to ask for your fidelity?” I wouldn’t be able to manipulate him if he was getting action everywhere else.
“It’s too much to ask for anything. I’m in charge here. Don’t forget it.”
I grabbed him by the tie and pulled his mouth to mine, giving him a kiss that was a little too rough for such a public place.
But he didn’t stop the kiss.
I was the first one to pull away, to feel the swelling of my lips.
He stared at me hard, his brown eyes trained on my expression. He looked like he wanted to pick me up and pin me against the wall, fucking me then and there. “We’ll pick this up when we get home.”
“No.” I released his tie and smoothed it out over his chest. “We’ll pick this up in the car.”
19
Crewe
I thought I would enjoy the hurt look on Josephine’s face.
But I didn’t.
Actually, I didn’t care at all.
Slowly, the blood drained from her face, and her cheeks turned pale. Her eyes lost their innate sparkle, something I’d come to notice since I knew her so well. The second she laid eyes on London and saw our fingers intertwined together, she knew I’d moved on.
And it broke her heart.
Too bad, so sad.
After we said our goodbyes, we returned to the roundabout entryway and waited for my driver to arrive. All I wanted to do was return to the castle so I could rip that expensive gown off London and fuck her until dawn. I liked the possessiveness she showed, although I couldn’t explain why. She was definitely mine, but I would never be hers. She wanted me to be monogamous with her, and I was, but I refused to tell her that. She would know she had some kind of control over me.
I couldn’t allow that.
I would much rather her think I was out fucking around every time I wasn’t in her presence than let her know she was enough to satisfy me. The greatest kings had been destroyed by the greatest women. Men were the ones who ruled the world, but in reality, the world was ruled by the women who ruled the men.
I wouldn’t let that happen to me.
It didn’t matter how fond I’d grown of London. It didn’t matter that I actually respected her. It didn’t matter that I didn’t mean a word I said when I threatened to kill her brother. There were lines I refused to cross.
The car arrived and Dunbar opened the door to the back seat. I allowed London to enter first before I got in behind her. The windows in the back were tinted to the darkest shade, and the visor between Dunbar and me was closed once I pressed my finger to the button. He already knew where he was going so I didn’t need to say a word to him.
We pulled onto the main road and London crawled into my lap and straddled my hips. Her enormous gown stretched across the seat and the floor, ruffling at every move she made. Her hands dug into my hair, and she kissed me hard on the mouth, devouring me like she’d been wanting to have me all night.
I didn’t like being on the bottom. I didn’t like surprises. I didn’t like letting someone take over.
But I thought it was pretty hot with London.
I moved my hands up her dress and touched her smooth thighs, my cock hard in my slacks and pressed against her panties. I gripped her ass with my strong hands and slowly grinded against her, rubbing against her sensitive clit the way she liked.
She panted into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
All thoughts of Josephine were gone. London was the only woman I thought about.
She continued kissing me, undoing my slacks and yanking down my boxers so my cock could appear. She pulled her thong over then slowly lowered herself onto my length. Her lips stopped moving against my mouth as she took in the inches that stretched her wide apart. A quiet moan escaped her lips, enjoying my steel rod.
When she had every inch, she sat in my lap and hooked her arms around my neck. The car drove down the road, changing lanes from time to time. The sounds of traffic could be heard, and every now and then, a honk.
My fingers moved to the buttons mounted on the ceiling, and I hit the radio. Classical musical filled the backseat of the car. I didn’t want Dunbar to hear how sexy London sounded when she came, her beautiful moans echoing in the car. He would beat off to it later, and that was something I couldn’t allow.
Only I beat off to her.
She breathed hard as she rode me, taking in my length over and over. She rocked her hips the way I taught her, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone. She threw her head back then pulled down the front of her dress so her tits could come out. Then she began to play with them, her hips still rolling.
Fuck.
I pressed my face into the valley of her breasts and inhaled her beautiful scent. My tongue moved along her skin and tasted her sweetness. My cock continued to pound into her, feeling that wetness that greeted me since the first time I fucked her. This woman wanted me at all times. She was the best prisoner I’d ever had.
And the only one.
“Your pussy is fucking divine.” I pressed my feet against the floor and thrust upward into her, shoving my entire nine inches inside her. There was nowhere else my cock would rather be than inside this smartass beauty.
“I love your cock.” Her hands kept playing with her tits as she panted. Her eyes were locked with mine before she threw her head back, her beautiful hair trailing across her shoulders as she moved.
A moan escaped the back of my throat. Her enthusiasm was sexy as hell, and it turned me into a wild animal. All I knew was I needed to fuck her hard and long. I needed to be inside her to survive. Food, water, and protection was negligent. I just needed her.
She dropped her hands from her tits and returned her arms around my waist, her hips still rocking. “I’m already gonna come…” She kissed my neck then nibbled on my lobe, her sexy pants loud and clear.
“Come all over my dick, Lovely.” I gripped her ass and pulled her onto my cock harder, wanting to give her a climax that made her toes curl.
“God, yes…” She stopped breathing, her chest expanded with the breath she held. Her nails began to sink through my clothes and directly into my skin. She moved her face to mine and gave me the sexiest look I’d ever seen. Then she exploded, gushing all over my cock. “Crewe…yes…Crewe.”
I loved it when she said my name. It really made me feel like a king. I wanted to come, but I wanted to keep going, knowing the drive would last for at least an hour. What better way to pass the time than by fucking an exquisite woman?