“Please…I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, and I don’t want to be alone right now.”
No way in hell was I going over there. If someone saw me, it would look really bad. Not that I wanted to go over there anyway. “Josephine, I’m not your fiancé anymore. And I’m not your friend either. Let’s not forget how we got here. You left me for Andrew. You have to stand by your choice now.”
“I said I made a mistake. How many times do I have to repeat it?”
“You couldn’t repeat it enough times,” I said coldly. “But it wouldn’t change anything anyway.”
She cried quietly into the phone, trying to cover up the sound of her tears. “I know you still love me…”
“I really don’t.” Any love I had for her disappeared the day she betrayed me. I stopped respecting her. I stopped caring about her. It made me realize that everything meaningful we had never meant anything at all. Within the snap of a finger, I was over it.
And I never looked back.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered.
“I don’t care,” I said coldly. “I’m sorry about your father. I truly am. I hope he has a speedy recovery and he’s back on his feet soon.”
“Crewe—”
“Please don’t call me again, Josephine.” I hung up before she could get another word in. Her problems weren’t my problems anymore. I wasn’t being stubborn, just authoritative. You couldn’t humiliate me in front of the whole world and come back to me when you needed something. I respected myself too much for that.
It took me a few seconds to remember what was waiting for me upstairs. I eyed the scotch and felt my restraint slip away. I snatched the bottle and poured another glass, forgetting what London asked me to do. I downed the amber liquid and felt the burn all the way down my throat.
But it didn’t burn as much as my anger.
7
London
I lay on the bed like he instructed, naked and flat on my belly. Taking orders from him was easy when it came to stuff like this. I wasn’t offended at being bossed around, not when he had that smoldering look in his eyes. Obeying was my best course of action—and the best way to get into his heart.
The best way for me to escape.
He walked into the room minutes later and shut the door behind him. His actions were loud, his heavy shoes hitting the floor heavily just before he dropped his jacket to the ground. He was announcing his presence as loudly as possible as he approached the bed.
My wrists were yanked behind my back, and he secured his tie around my wrists. He tugged harder than necessary, forcing my shoulders back off the bed. He tied the silky fabric into a strong knot before he undressed himself. His shirt hit the floor, following by everything else.
I tried to keep my breathing calm, but it continued to accelerate. It was a combination of my discomfort and my arousal. I could sense how much he wanted me based on his quick movements. He was anxious, even a little angry.
When he was finally naked, he opened one of his drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube.
He never needed that with me. I was always soaked for him. He’d commented on it countless times.
“What’s that for?”
Crewe never answered. He grabbed a bottle and popped the lid off. Then he poured the liquid directly on top of my ass.
My body prickled at the cold liquid, and I looked over my shoulder to see the amber color. Of course, it was scotch. It soaked into the blanket and the sheets underneath, but he didn’t care.
His hands moved to either side of my body, and he leaned down to kiss me. His lips started on my left cheek then moved to the right. The kisses started off gentle and quickly accelerated into something much more aggressive. His tongue lapped at my skin as he moved to the center of my cheeks. Then he pressed his face deeper into the crack and swiped his tongue across my asshole.
I tensed when he felt him, never having experienced that before. He licked the scotch directly off my opening, tasting me as well as the alcohol. My wrists automatically tested the soft fabric of his tie, my back arching and my lips parting.
His tongue greeted my opening slowly, licking the entrance as if he were asking for permission to come inside. His kisses and caresses turned more aggressive, and he shoved his tongue inside me and tasted me in a way no man ever had.
My head rested on the bed, and I took a deep breath as my nerve endings fired off in alarm. I’d never been touched that way, never been kissed at my back entrance like that. If he’d told me he was going to do this before he did it, I would have said I wasn’t into it. But the longer I felt him, the less intrusive it seemed. His hand gripped my right cheek and pulled it to the side, giving him more access to my asshole. He kissed me harder with more force, lubricating my entrance with just his saliva.