The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,88

answer, but at least it wasn’t a death threat. As long as I was useful to him, he would keep me around. If he liked me enough to kiss my hand, maybe I had a chance after all.

But I still doubted it.

When we entered the bedroom, it was nightfall. The stars appeared in the sky and could be seen through the open window. I hoped Crewe didn’t have plans for the night. There was a lock on the door, and I doubted Dunbar would go out of his way to make me miserable, but I preferred it when Crewe was around.

He kept everyone in line.

He dropped his jacket and removed his watch, taking his time undressing in front of the closet. His tie came next then he unbuttoned his shirt.

I tried not to stare at him.

His physique was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I’d never seen a man so hard and strong. He had lean muscles on a tall frame, his biceps leading to tight triceps. His pecs were so sculpted they didn’t look real. He had a light tan line around his neck where his collared shirt ended, but it was so faint it was hardly noticeable. His shoulders were just as toned as the rest of him, packed with muscle but slender at the same time. The only time I’d ever seen a man look this beautiful was in porn, and that was all lighting and angles.

Crewe looked like that no matter what.

I swallowed when I realized my mouth was dry. I was a prisoner to a royal criminal, and I shouldn’t feel anything but fear and disgust, but I found myself feeling so many contradicting emotions that none of it made sense.

His slacks and shoes came off next, and he stood in his black boxers.

I finally looked away, not wanting to get caught looking.

“I know you like what you see.” He slowly walked toward where I sat on the couch. He had a noticeable V in his hips, lines caused by his tight abs. There was a distinct bulge in the front of his shorts, the outline of his long cock in the fabric.

“You shouldn’t make assumptions.”

He kneeled in front of me, his muscled mass coming into perfect view. He leaned in, one arm sitting on the armrest while the other touched my thigh. He looked at me with those light brown eyes, commanding me with just a look.

Now I couldn’t turn away.

He leaned farther in until our lips were just inches apart. “Shallow breathing. Dry mouth.” His hand squeezed the area just above my knee. “Quivering thighs.” He grabbed my wrist next and felt my pulse. “Rapid heart rate.”

I swallowed the shame as best I could.

He placed my hand over his chest, right over the skin where his heart was beating. “Rapid heart rate.” He pressed his lips to my ear, his breaths falling on my earlobe. “Shallow breathing.” He moved his mouth to mine and gave me a slow kiss. “Dry mouth.” He grabbed my hand and forced my palm over his definition in his boxers. “Raging cock.”

My hand automatically squeezed his length, my arousal making all the decisions for me. He was the biggest man I’d ever taken, but the painful stretching somehow felt incredible. I’d never been with a man like him before.

He leveled his face with mine. “Let’s be real with each other. Tell me you want me.”

I looked him in the eyes and didn’t hesitate. “I want you.”

His eyes became heavy-lidded, the answer obviously pleasing him. “I want you too.” He kissed me and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “I don’t want any other man to have you because I want you all to myself.”

My hands moved into his hair, and I deepened the kiss, getting swept away by the arousal between my legs. He placed a transmitter inside my brother’s brain, but that didn’t stop me from wanting him. He kept me as his prisoner, but I still wanted to feel him between my legs. I hated this man, wished he were dead, but I still wanted to feel his come inside me.

Didn’t make any sense.

Crewe lifted me from the couch and set me on the bed. His boxers were off, and his hard cock was already oozing at the tip.

I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them off, eager to get him inside me.

He grinned in his typically arrogant way before he helped me get my panties off. He didn’t bother with my shirt before he climbed