CREWE'S POINT OF VIEW
I pounded her, pinning her against the seat and the door. My hips moved at full speed, wanting to fuck her until she was sore. I slid through her intoxicating wetness, knowing she loved my cock as much as I loved giving it to her.
I was going to make her come one more time before we arrived.
"Crewe… you're too good."
She kissed the corner of my mouth, her face covered in a sheen of sweat.
"I love it when you fuck me hard."
"You haven't seen anything yet, Darling."
My trousers slipped down below my ass, and I continued to move my pelvis, wanting to give her my cock so hard that she would come again.
Now, I didn't care if Dunbar heard us.
She grabbed my buttocks and pulled me into her, slowing my thrusts to intensify them. My body rubbed her clit even more, stimulating her wet button.
"Yes… that's it.
I looked into her eyes, ready for the show.
"I'm going to give you all of my cum.
"Yes. I love it when you fill me up…"
Her eyelids were heavy and she had a sultry look, and it was the most exciting sight I had ever seen.
She had transformed into a true Amazon. The sex had always been good, but this was phenomenal. She was perverse, depraved. She wanted my seed deep inside her, to feel filled. And I wanted to give it to her.
She scratched my back with her nails.
"Yes… I'm going to come. I want it, Crewe.
I pressed my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, letting the powerful orgasm wash over me in waves, making me feel both dead and alive. My cock contracted as it hardened, while the sensation raced through my body.
I came with a groan, filling her pussy with every bit of cum I could give her.
Once she felt it, she moaned louder, coming in chorus with me. Her pussy sucked it all in, all while getting wetter on my cock.
"Crewe."
"Darling.
We rode the wave of pleasure together, feeling total bliss. Our bodies were glistening with sweat and our hair was a mess, but we didn't care. We were both satisfied—for now. I kissed her lips while keeping her pinned to the bench seat, my cock wanting to stay in her as long and as deeply as possible.
She knotted her ankles together behind my back, immobilizing me in turn.
"Let's stay like this until we get home.
She had read my thoughts. I shifted her body until we were side by side on the seat, my cock still softening inside her. I stared at her, watching her eyelids close from exhaustion. Her green eyes disappeared, but I observed the peaceful expression on her face, the way her eyebrows relaxed as she began to doze off. Her makeup hadn't smeared with the sweat, and her curls were still in place despite how hard I had pulled on them. As perfect as when we left. She was beautiful.
Too beautiful.
When I woke up the next morning, London was still near me. I was usually long gone by the time she woke up, having gone out to train or already at work. But we had gone to bed late, so I allowed myself the luxury of sleeping in.
She was lying on her stomach, her head turned to the other side.
I pressed kisses along her spine down to the small of her back.
She sighed softly in her sleep, in dreamland.
I wished I were there too.
I got out of bed and went downstairs to have breakfast. The weather was nice, so I intended to spend the morning in the courtyard.
"Mr. Donoghue.
Dunbar appeared behind me, emerging from the shadows.
I kept walking at the same pace, for I had recognized his voice.
Yes?
"The Duchess of Cambridge is here for you."
I stopped dead in my tracks and pivoted, not believing my ears.
"Josephine is here?"
"I told her to wait for you in the conservatory. Or should I tell her you're busy?"
Even I wouldn't send the Duchess of Cambridge home. That would be too rude.
"Did she say why she was here?"
After our conversation the day before, we didn't have much left to say to each other—especially in private.
"No, sir."
I crossed my arms over my chest, then ran my fingers over my rough jawline.
Dunbar waited patiently for me to make a decision.
"Tell her I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
That would give me enough time to prepare.
"Yes, sir."
Dunbar turned around.
"Tell Marcus to make breakfast, coffee, and tea for the Duchess."
"Of course."
I sighed, suspecting I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. I went back upstairs in a hurry, where I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. Just as I was about to leave, London stirred.
"Morning."
She sat up, her hair still slightly curled.
I was in a rush, so I didn't stop.
"I have an appointment. I'll see you in an hour."
"It's Sunday. Who works on Sunday?"
I looked at her coldly.
"I do. I work every day."
I left, annoyed that she had questioned me. I realized she wasn't a member of my staff, so her position was different, but I still didn't like it. I went back downstairs and headed to the indoor garden, in the west wing of the castle. I was wearing trousers and a blue collared shirt. I didn't want to put on a suit, as she had arrived unannounced.
I entered the conservatory, seeing the sunlight filtering into the room. The royal furniture had withstood hundreds of years of wear, even if most had been renovated or preserved. She was sitting in an armchair, and a cup of tea was resting on the coffee table next to her, untouched and steaming.
She was wearing a light blue dress, almost as bright as her eyes.
"Your Highness…"
"Please, don't call me by any name other than Josephine when we are alone."
She looked at me with an air filled with desperation.
I sat in another armchair, refusing to greet her with physical contact. The room filled with obvious tension, as memories of our former relationship returned to both of us. She stared at me longingly, her thoughts practically written on her face.
I wanted our conversation to remain professional. No matter what her intentions were, I didn't want to be caught in a scandal.
"I am very busy, so get straight to the point."
I allowed myself to be blunt, but without insulting her.
She sighed before speaking.
"Henry and I are getting married in a month, and I…"
"It's normal to be scared. Don't worry."
"It's not that…"
She leaned forward to the edge of the armchair. She would touch me if she could.
"Then I don't know what to say, Josephine."
We weren't friends, so she shouldn't expect me to give her advice. Her personal life was none of my business.
"Henry seems like a good guy. You know he's rich and the heir apparent to the throne. Isn't that exactly what you want?"
I avoided taking an embittered tone as best I could.
"I think I've made a mistake."
She whispered it so low that I barely heard her.
"Crewe, I don't love him. I thought I could, but no. But with you…"
"It's over between us, Josephine."
She and I had no future in sight. She had humiliated me in front of everyone I knew. She had betrayed me, when I would never have done that to her.
She winced at my direct answer.
"I still love you…"
I looked out the window, avoiding her gaze. Her words were empty. They meant nothing to me.
"Do you still love me, Crewe?"
I ran my fingers over my thick beard.
"No."
I didn't feel a hint of regret. I didn't feel any pain. I felt nothing.
"I've turned the page, Josephine. Even if I still had feelings, I would never get back together with you."
"Why?"
I laughed because the question was stupid.
"You humiliated me. That's why. Do you think I'm an idiot you can manipulate at will? I let my guard down for you, only you, and you betrayed me. Go fuck yourself, Josephine."
She closed her eyes as if she were going to cry.
"You really have the nerve to come here, to my home, and ask me to take you back. Holy shit, you're engaged to another man."
"I know, but…"
Tears started to flow.
"When I saw you with her… I knew I had made a mistake.
I rolled my eyes.
"I've fucked plenty of women after you, Josephine."
She started as if I had slapped her.
"You should go before people find out you're here."
I stood up, avoiding looking at her.
"I'm telling you this in the most respectful way possible: get out of my house and never come back. You are not welcome here."
She stood up in turn, her tears spilling abundantly.
"I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry. I know I made a mistake…"
I stayed near the door to keep myself from slapping her.
"It wasn't a fucking mistake. You chose him. As simple as that. You care more about his wealth and power than settling down with the Duke of Rothesay a man who actually loved you. So enjoy your loveless and passionless marriage to a man who's going to bang other girls every time you're away."
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and sniffled.
...Crewe…
Get the hell out of my house, or I'll drag you to the door.
I headed toward the door, my shoulders tense. I wanted to punch the stone wall and watch the castle crumble. I wanted to hurt Josephine for all the pain she had caused me.
I wanted to break her like she had broken me.
I don't want you like this, her sobbing voice said behind me. I don't want you to be this angry.
Too bad. But when someone betrays me, it's over. That's it.
I kept walking, heading toward the door to get rid of her for good.
And I wouldn't be this angry if I didn't have to look at you.
I reached the door and practically ripped it open.
Disappear, Josephine. Never speak to me again. When we run into each other, pretend you don't know me. Because I'm going to pretend I don't even remember your name.
I grabbed her by the elbow and pushed her out the door before slamming it shut.
Once she was on the other side, I took a deep breath and calmed my nerves. But my knuckles wanted to break something. To tear down the castle's foundations. I wanted to leave the room and make Josephine understand just how devastated she had left me.
I opened the door, needing a drink to take my mind off things.
London was standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in leggings and a pink sweater. Her hair was tied in a bun, and her face was makeup-free. In the morning, she always looked like a flower that had just bloomed. For a moment, her beauty made me forget my rage. Her emerald eyes made me forget my suffering. Her curves, visible even under her loose clothing, reminded me of our nights spent together.
But the compassion in her gaze revived my anger.
I walked past her, refusing to talk about the conversation she had just witnessed. I didn't want to answer the hundreds of questions racing through her mind. I only answered to my own orders.
Josephine had made an idiot out of me in front of the whole world. I didn't trust anyone, because no one was trustworthy. I was always one step ahead of my enemies, determined to make idiots out of them. My heart was dead, just like everyone I had loved. I desired nothing more than revenge for all the things that had happened to me.
And one day, I would have my revenge.
Does Crewe really deserve London's love after all this?