The Scotch Queen (Scotch #2)

I wanted him to enjoy me, to enjoy me on a scale he never enjoyed the others. I needed to seduce him with sex and affection, so I did something I’d never done before. I sucked my forefinger into my mouth then fingered my ass so he could see.

He slowed down to watch me, his pants turning into moans. “London…”

It was the first time he’d ever said my name during sex. He usually called me by my pet name, but never my true name. I fingered myself harder, pushing my forefinger in and out. I’d never done any ass play, so the action felt even more foreign. But I did what I had to do to survive. No one could judge me for that.

“Damn, you’re incredible.”

The more aroused he was, the wetter I became. I could feel his cock thickening inside me, reaching a new level of hardness. My drenched pussy provided the ideal lubrication so he could slide through with perfect friction. “I want your come…”

His fingers dug into my hips. “It’s coming, Lovely. Keep fingering that asshole, and it’ll be here.”

I moaned through my actions, getting into it when I didn’t expect to enjoy it. I didn’t expect to enjoy anything with Crewe, but I realized he was the best sex I’d ever had. When I slept with other men, I never expected to have an orgasm. And when it did happen, I was grateful. But with Crewe, I came every time. It was a standard that guided my expectations. My life had been stripped from me, but at least I was getting the best sex of my life.

I moaned into the comforter as I came, squeezing his cock until it was bruised. I felt my pussy pool with more moisture from the climax. Now I was so wet I was dripping on the bed.

“Fuck…” He gave a few more pumps before he stilled inside me, his cock balls deep. He released inside me as he grabbed my wrist and squeezed. In the middle of his climax, he gave a few more pumps, shoving his come deeper inside me.

That made me moan again, knowing how much he wanted me to take his seed.

He wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me up, making my back hit his collared shirt. He breathed into my ear canal, his cock slowly softening inside me. I pulled my finger out of my asshole and rested it on my thigh, my breathing still haywire. “I. Love. This. Pussy.” He gently moved his cock inside me, pushing through the mounds of our come. “So. Fucking. Much.”





6





Crewe

Dunbar walked into my office, his nose and eyes blue from where London had punched him. “You wanted to see me, sir?” He took a seat in the chair facing my desk.

“Get up.” He didn’t deserve to sit in that chair anymore. I was glad London punched him in the face. That woman could hold her own, and I respected her for it. In fact, it was a turn-on.

Dunbar tried to hide the irritated look on his face before he rose to his feet again.

“You’re changing places with Dimitri. You’ll be on the tower watch from now on.” He would be required to stay outside during the night, sitting in one of the cars or walking the perimeter in the freezing cold.

Dunbar’s eyes flashed with anger. “Sir, I can assure you—”

“You’ve been my right-hand man forever. That’s the only reason why I’m not firing you altogether. You’re lucky you get to keep your job at all.”

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue again.

“London told me you have it out for her. At first, I didn’t believe her, but now I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You are to have no interaction with her at all. Don’t even speak to her.”

“But sir, she’s tried to escape before, and I—”

“She’s not gonna run,” I said coldly. “You know I have plenty of leverage over her. Unless she starts hating her brother, we’re fine.”

“But what if she figures out we implanted a fake?” he asked. “Then she’ll be a loose cannon.”

“How would she figure that out?” I snarled. “She’s not a mind reader.”

He took a deep breath as he tried to think of something that would persuade me. “Sir, I apologize, and I promise I’ll be—”

“You blew your chance, Dunbar. Maybe when I cool off in a few months, I’ll reinstate you. But for now, you’re on tower duty. Get out of my office.” I stared him down and dared him to defy me. One more word out of him and he would be risking his position entirely.

Dunbar must have known I was at the end of my patience because he gave a quick nod. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

That’s what I wanted to hear.



I had a hard time getting anything done that day because my mind kept wandering to the sexy brunette who shared my bed.

Watching her finger her asshole tested my performance. I wanted to come then and there, but only out of sheer stubbornness did I keep it together. Women only did that when they were asked to, and the fact that she did it on her own made me obsessive.

It was so hot.

Now I was distracted all the time, thinking about the woman who was constantly on my mind. With soft hair, softer skin, and moans that made my cock twitch, she was the most incredible thing in the world. She used to hate me with every fiber of her being, but that anger had slowly faded away.

She admitted that she needed me. That she trusted me. That she even liked me.

And I knew I liked her too.

My sexual appetite had been satiated the second I was inside her. Sasha called me when she was in town, but I told her I was too busy to see her. Miranda texted me when she was at the embassy, but I told her I was out of the country. I could have spent the night with them without doing anything.

But I didn’t want to.

That was the most interesting part.

My prisoner gave me everything I needed. I satisfied my revenge at the same time and enjoyed the dynamics of our relationship. I was the boss, and she was the slave. It was pretty simple. I liked it that way.

I was glad I never gave her to Bones.

Eventually, I’d have to take a wife and have a family. Being a husband sounded like a bore, but fatherhood was something I actually looked forward to. I would need a woman who was happy in a loveless marriage. She could have her men on the side. I’d have my women, obviously. Perhaps we could be good friends who only loved our children.

So I didn’t have to get rid of London entirely. But she certainly couldn’t sleep in my bed every single night. She’d have to live off the property somewhere else so our relationship wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

But London would never be able to have her own husband and family.

As crazy as that sounded, I actually felt a little sad.

That was strange.

Dimitri walked into my office, taking on his new role flawlessly. All of my men pined for my approval, wanting to be promoted. Dunbar had one of the highest positions in the crew, so he was one of the top billed. When I offered the position to Dimitri, he didn’t hesitate before he accepted the role. Dunbar would probably turn sour against him, but he obviously didn’t care. “Sir, the Duchess of Cambridge is here to see you.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. “What?” It wasn’t an intelligent thing to say, but I was shocked that she’d visited me twice.

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