Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Wait.” I caught up to him and hooked my arm through his, touching him for the first time that day. I felt the strength of his arms the moment we embraced. Just last night, that powerful body was on top of me, pressing me hard into the mattress. “He makes me uncomfortable.” I knew Dunbar would do something more sinister if he had the opportunity. He didn’t see me as Crewe’s woman—just his prisoner.
“Then go to your room.” He stared at me beside him, his expression still cold.
“Could you come with me?” Even though Crewe was the reason I was here at all, he was the only person I felt comfortable with. He would never hurt me—not seriously. And when he kissed me and fucked me, I enjoyed it. “I don’t like him.” I rose on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss, feeling the stubble along his chin and jaw.
He kissed me back immediately, his lips moving slowly with mine.
I pulled away, feeling the burn of my mouth the moment we touched. I wanted to keep going, but Dunbar was staring.
When he looked at me, his gaze was a little softer. “I’m a busy man, Lovely. I can’t babysit you all day.”
“I know but—”
“Ariel can watch you. Is that better?”
She wouldn’t hurt me, but she wasn’t much better. “You must work out sometimes. Can I come with you then?”
“You couldn’t keep up with me.”
My eyes narrowed in offense. “You’d be surprised.”
“Actually, I’d be shocked if you could.”
The sexist comment unnerved me, but my attraction still lingered. “I accept your challenge.”
His hand snaked around my waist, and he pulled me into his chest, not caring about anyone who may be watching. He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me hard, his hand digging deep into my hair.
He took my breath away.
He released me then walked away.
“Can I accompany you today? Wherever you go, I go.”
He turned around, his black suit fitting the contours of his body perfectly. “I’m a very busy man. And you’re a distraction.”
“I’ll be quiet.”
“No.” His voice turned cold. “Ariel will take you out for an hour a day. That’s it.”
“Crewe, I’m not a fucking dog.” I hated this treatment. I didn’t have any rights or any options. All I wanted was to spend time outside in the sunlight, and I couldn’t even have that. “I need more than that. At Fair Isle, I got to spend all day outside. You’re torturing me by keeping me cooped up in there.”
“You’re a prisoner,” he barked. “So just get used to it.”
My hand ached to slap that attitude right out of him. “How about—”
“Silence.” When his eyes turned black, I knew he wasn’t fucking around. “Say another goddamn word and see what happens.” The threat filled the air, my brother’s life in danger once again.
As much as it killed me, I remained quiet.
“On your knees.”
I hated obeying like a dog. I hated having no rights. All I could do was listen to this madman boss me around. But when my family was on the line, I would do anything—even the things I venomously despised.
I moved to my knees.
Crewe stared at me with a hard expression, the approval showing in his eyes. He slowly walked toward me, closing the gap between us until he was directly in front of me. Without taking his eyes off my face, he commanded Dunbar. “Leave us.”
Dunbar’s footsteps trailed away as he left the entryway room and disappeared to another part of the castle.
Crewe undid his belt then loosened his slacks, his eyes trained on me. He pulled down the brim of his boxers so his cock could be free, long and hard with a bulging vein running through it. The tip was darker than the rest of the shaft, swollen with blood. “Suck me off, Lovely.” His hand moved into my hair, and he gathered it in his fingertips before he fisted it.
I’d never sucked his cock before. I hadn’t given a blowjob in a long time, since my last boyfriend years ago. The problem was, Crewe was much bigger than any man I’d ever taken. Must be that Scottish blood.
He grabbed himself by the base and stroked his thumb along the surface. He pressed his head against my lips, rubbing the warm skin against my mouth. A drop formed at the tip then smeared across my lips like Chap-Stick.
I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue over the head, collecting anything I may have missed. The taste of salt and his arousal filled my mouth, and my pussy clenched in response. I licked him again then opened my jaw as wide as I could. My neck craned to take him inch by inch. He lowered himself and entered my mouth, working his way down until he was deep in my throat.
I nearly gagged.