The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,315

didn’t want to be raped. I still didn’t want to be a prisoner. I wanted my life back. “No, stop. Please.”

He pushed his head inside slightly, stretching me apart.

“Stop. Please. I’ll do anything.” Tears fell from my eyes in waves. I hated crying because it was weak, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was tired of being used over and over again. I was tired of not having a voice. I was tired of everything. “Crow, please.”

The sound of his name broke through the sexual fog in his mind. He heard my plea and looked into my face, the head of his dick still partially inside me. The fight raged on behind his eyes. He wanted to keep going because his dick wanted to get wet, but my tears meant something to him.

“Please…” I pulled my hands away from their hold, relieved I had the freedom to move. I pressed them against his chest and ran my palms up and down, feeling the hard muscles of his body. I was coaxing him into cooperating, appealing to his good nature. He wasn’t evil like his brother. He had some good in him. “Don’t do this to me.”

The fog lifted completely, and he pulled his cock away from my entrance.

Gratitude washed over me in waves. I’d never been so grateful for anything in my life. I had some control over my destiny. I had some control over what happened to me. My pussy got wet for him, as embarrassing as that was, but he still didn’t do it. He could justify it by saying I wanted it, but he didn’t.

He moved off of me and sat at the edge of the bed. His sweat pants and boxers were on the ground, and he scooped them into his hands. His defined back was chiseled, obvious even in the limited light of the bedroom.

I shouldn’t feel anything good for this man, but I did. I didn’t see him in the same way I saw the others. He may be rough around the edges, but he was honorable underneath all of that callousness.

I moved to his side of the bed and cupped his face. His five o’clock shadow rubbed against my fingertips as I felt him. I loved the feel of his stern jaw. It was rigid and strong, directly counteracting the soft beauty of his eyes.

He turned his face toward mine, watching every move I made. His wide chest expanded with the quiet breaths he took. He glanced at my lips before he returned his gaze to my eyes.

Without thinking, I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. I kissed the corner of his mouth before I felt his upper lip. His thin lips were delicious against my tongue, and I loved the feel of his mouth. I never thought I could enjoy kissing anyone after what I’d been through.

But I loved kissing him.

The area between my legs was still wet, and his cock was still hard. I didn’t want to invite him back to bed, so I ended the embrace before I changed his mind. When he looked at me with those intense eyes, I dropped my gaze. “Thank you…” He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I had no say in the matter. But he let me go. He listened to me. He treated me more like a person than anyone else. The night could have gone quite differently. But he gave me a choice. He gave me freedom.

He gave me a voice.

79

Crow

The fire roared in my office even though it was a warm day. I liked the sound of the crackling flames inside the hearth. It was my form of music, the natural sound of dancing fire.

I kept my mind fixated on work, but that brunette kept weaving her way into my thoughts. Last night, I had her underneath me. She was naked. I was naked. My cock was harder than it’d ever been, and I wanted to ram myself inside her slick pussy.

She liked my kisses. She liked my touch. Her soaked pussy said she liked the way my fingers rubbed her clit. It liked the way I sucked her nipples until they were raw. It liked the way I clenched my teeth against her collarbone, bringing her a little pain in the midst of pleasure.

There was no mistaking her body language—she loved everything.

But she still said no.

I should have kept going. I shouldn’t let this tiny woman tell me what to do. But