The Scotch King: Book One

by Penelope Sky

  For the first time ever, her expression softened. She looked at me with slightly parted lips and friendly eyes. There were no walls around her heart and soul. There were no games, no defenses. But once the moment passed, the fortifications returned once again. “I just…I don’t know how to act. I don’t know what to say.”

  “I’ll be there with you. So don’t worry about it.”

  “Why don’t you take one of your regulars?” Her tone hardened toward the end.

  I cocked my head to the side. “Is that jealousy again?”

  “For the last time, I’m not jealous.”

  “I think you are.” I smiled because I enjoyed the idea of her growing upset when she pictured me with other women. “And I don’t want to take them. I want to take you.”

  “Not even your French diplomat?”

  I told her about Sasha? I couldn’t even recall the conversation. And if I couldn’t remember it, it was a shock that she did. “Sasha?”

  “Whatever her name is,” she said coldly. “Wouldn’t you want to take her to this thing?”

  “She’s already met the queen—multiple times. And no, I’d rather take you.”

  “Do I get a say in this?”

  My fingers moved to her neck. “No.” I gave her a firm stare, telling her there was no way around it. “You can bitch and moan, though. Until I tell you your time is up.”

  London knew complaining was a waste of time. “I’m nervous.”

  “Don’t be. Just be yourself.”

  “So I should walk in there and tell everyone that I’m being held against my will?” She challenged, being the smartass she was.

  I missed that fiery attitude. “If you did, I think everyone would assume you were crazy.”

  “Not if they know you…”

  I leaned in and gave her another kiss, wanting something to hold me over while I showered. “I’m going to shower. When I get out, we’re back to what we were.”

  She kissed me with the same sensuality even though she didn’t have to.

  And that really made me feel like a king.

  16

  London

  He finished up in the bathroom then walked into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water still glistened on his chest, and his hair was still damp. He was all muscle and power.

  I tried not to stare.

  He’d been gone all day and all night. When he walked in the door, it was almost midnight. He said he had worked all day, but in the back of my mind, I wondered if that was really true. Was he spending time with his regulars? He said he had a few in Glasgow. I’d have to be really dense to think our arrangement would change his promiscuity.

  He dropped the towel, his ass looking nice and tight. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else since he was going to bed soon. And he slept in the nude, so the boxers weren’t really necessary either.

  I sat at the edge of the bed and tried to ignore his obvious hotness.

  He crawled on the bed and came up behind me, his face moving into my neck with decadent kisses. Hot breaths filled my ear, and he yanked my t-shirt over my shoulder, exposing more skin to caress.

  As much as I hated being bossed around all the time, I did love his affection. The sex was good, and I got as much out of it as he did. If I weren’t attracted to him, this would be scarring. But since I was satisfied every night with the tender caresses, it really wasn’t that bad.

  It was important to remain positive.

  Joseph would come for me, or I would make my escape. I just had to be patient.

  Crewe pulled me down on the bed then leaned over me, so he was upside down. He sprinkled kisses along my chin, his face cleanly shaven. His lips moved to mine, and he gave me a soft kiss, the kind that made my toes curl.

  His touch felt nice, but then an image of Sasha came into my mind, a beautiful woman that I could never compare to. I moved from underneath him and sat up. “I want to ask you something.”

  He gave me an ice-cold look. “You don’t get to ask me anything unless I give you my permission.”

  When he was dominant like this, there was nothing I could do but listen. I had to bite back the retort on my tongue and not slap him across the face. I had to submit, to surrender. “And do I have your permission?”

  He pulled me back to the bed then adjusted me underneath him. My clothes were still on, so he yanked my top off then unclasped my bra with a single hand. “Make it quick.” He yanked off my leggings and took my panties with them.

  When I looked at his hard body, I felt my own become soft and wet. My pussy throbbed for his definition to fill me. I wanted to deny that I enjoyed being manipulated into sex, but I couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best sex I’d ever had. “Were you with another woman tonight?”

  He pulled off his boxers, showing his throbbing cock. He gave me an aggressive look, like the question displeased him. “What does it matter?”

  “Because I don’t want to catch anything. So if you’re sleeping around, then I have the right to ask for a condom.”

  “You don’t have the right to do anything.” He yanked me underneath him and positioned himself on top of me. He rocked his hips and rubbed his cock through my slickness. He leaned down and dragged his tongue across the valley between my tits, kissing my neck at the very end. “I will fuck you exactly how I want to fuck you.” He shoved his cock violently inside me, stretching my insides without giving my body any warning.

  I gripped his biceps automatically and laid back, enjoying just how full he made me. “Just answer me…” I was losing focus with this Scottish king on top of me.

  “Answer.” He thrust into me. “What?” He pinned me to the mattress and shoved himself deep inside me, hitting my favorite sweet spot and making my knees shake. His hand fisted the back of my hair as he kept me still, his hips working hard to fuck me.

  “Were you with someone else tonight?” I had to know the answer.

  He sank into me then remained still on top of me. “What I do is none of your business. If I fuck other women, it’s none of your business.”

  “I just want to—”

  “Shut up.” His dark gaze bored into mine as he rocked into me again. “Don’t ask me again. Do you understand?”

  I would never get my answer, and I felt a twinge of pain when I didn’t. Was it jealousy? Was it purely for health reasons? Or did I just want to know more about him? More about my enemy? “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Sweat formed on his chest as he pounded into me. “Now fuck me, Lovely.”

  When I woke up the following morning, Crewe was gone. He was never there in the morning, always somewhere else in the castle with the rest of his men. Sometimes he went into town for meetings. He was a busy man with a packed schedule.

  I was tired of sitting inside this bedroom. I had a beautiful world right outside my window, but I wasn’t making the most of it. It wasn’t a resort with a pool and spa, but it had beautiful courtyards and a thousand rooms to explore.

  I’d been stuck in here the entire time.

  I ignored the breakfast tray sitting outside my door and walked downstairs in my active wear. I was desperate to stretch my legs and get my blood going in a different way besides sex. When I reached the entryway, Dunbar spotted me. “You aren’t making another run for it, bitch.”

  I wanted to break his nose. “I’m just looking for Crewe.”

  He walked toward me at the bottom of the stairs, looking terrifying with the scar on his face. He wore a black leather jacket with a gun on his hip and a blade. “Get your ass back to your room.” He snatched me by the elbow and yanked me with more force than necessary.

  I twisted out of his grasp then slammed my hand into his nose. “Don’t touch me.”

  He growled when he began to bleed then slapped me so hard across the face I flew to the ground. “You wanna play rough, cunt? Then we’ll play rough.”

  I scooted away so he couldn’t grab me again, ignoring the burning pain on my cheek. �
�Crewe told you not to touch me like that.”

  “Well, you’re trying to run away.” He stepped toward me then grabbed me by the ankle. “Rules no longer apply.” He yanked me hard across the stone floor, chaffing my skin across the grooves.

  Dunbar smiled as he watched me struggle.

  I did the only thing I could do. “Crewe!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping he was still on the grounds and could hear me.

  “He’s gone for the afternoon.” He yanked hard on my leg and forced my body to turn. “So, it’s just you and—”

  “Let. Her. Go.” Crewe’s voice was amplified in the enormous room, reaching the top of the vaulted ceiling. His footsteps could be heard now that Dunbar had stopped breathing and pulling on my leg.

  Dunbar immediately dropped me. “She was trying to run again.”

  “I was not!” He wasn’t looking, so I slammed my foot into his shin.

  “Fuck!” He hopped away then pulled his shin to his chest. “Cunt!”

  “There’s plenty more where that came from, asshole.” Of all Crewe’s men, I hated him the most. And I desperately missed Finley, the one person who actually showed me some respect. Ariel was a bitch, but she didn’t lay a hand on me.

  Crewe came to my side and looked down at me, his expression cold. “Were you trying to escape?” The implication of my actions filled the air between us.

  “No.”

  “Then why are you dressed like that?” He nodded to my workout gear.

  “I was going to ask you if I could visit the grounds or go on a run or something.” I checked my leg to make sure it wasn’t sprained before I rose to my feet. “I’m tired of being cooped up in that room all day.”

  When Crewe’s hostility dropped, I knew he believed me. “You can visit the grounds with Dunbar.”

  That was worse than staying in my room all day. “Crewe, I’m not going to run again—”

  “Don’t insult me,” he said coldly. “If the opportunity ever presents itself, we both know you’ll take it. Dunbar will escort you.” He turned to walk away like the conversation was over.

  “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.

  Crewe closed his eyes and moaned. “Lovely, your mouth feels so good…” He rocked his hips slowly, entering my mouth deeply until he pulled out again. He wasn’t vicious with me like I expected, seeming to understand he had a big cock to take.

  I flattened my tongue and moved with him, taking his cock over and over. I took a breath when I got the chance then wrapped my hand around his base. I stroked him at the same time as he entered my mouth, his swollen head moving deep into the back of my throat. My saliva dripped down his length and onto my hand, giving me more lubrication to stroke him.

  Crewe pumped into my throat at a greater pace, entering me deep and hard. He breathed deeply as I pleasured him, his brown eyes vibrant. His hand moved to the back of my neck where he got a good grip. “I can’t wait to come in your mouth, Lovely.”

  To my surprise, I wanted to taste him too. I tightened my grip on his dick and stroked him harder, my mouth working at the same time. My neck ached from the constant movement, and my knees burned from the way I was sitting, but nothing slowed me down.

  His fingertips dug into my skin, and a quiet moan escaped his throat. “Here it comes.” He shoved himself far into the back of my throat, nearly initiating my
gag reflex a few times. He viciously pumped into me as he got off. He released a loud moan and shoved himself in as far as he would go, dumping everything inside me.

  Mounds of his come hit the back of my throat and dripped down, oozing everywhere. I could taste some on the back of my tongue, and I noticed a hint of salt, among other things. I watched his expression as he gave me everything he had, his eyes locked to mine with possessiveness.

  When he was finished, he slowly pulled out of me and returned his dick to his pants. “Show me.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but I stuck out my tongue.

  He gave me a look of approval. “Swallow.”

  Most of it had already slid down my throat, so I consumed the rest of it.

  His eyes darkened before he extended a hand and helped me up. “Ariel will come by your room when she’s ready.”

  What? That was it? My panties were soaked after I watched him get off. He always took care of me, so the jarring goodbye was off-putting. “How about you come with me back to the room?”

  His hand moved to my neck, his favorite place to touch me. “No. This way, you’ll be thinking about me all day.”

  I already did think about him all day, whether it was fantasies of killing him or fucking him.

  He kissed me on the mouth even though I just sucked him off. Then he abruptly let me go and walked away, back to work as if I hadn’t just sucked his cock in the entryway of an ancient castle.

  Ariel sat on the cushioned arm chair with her tablet, her black glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her eye makeup gave her a mysterious look, and the designer clothes she wore made her look more like a model than a businesswoman. She glanced at me from time to time but didn’t say a word to me.

  I enjoyed the sight of the trees and the tulips, letting the sun soak into my skin and make me feel warm. The walls of the castle surrounded us, shifting and turning across the green land. In the distance were more trees and hills, the surroundings just as beautiful. The air was different here, cleaner and lighter.