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He kissed my neck and my jawline. “Want more of my come, Lovely?”
“I want it all.”
We lay on the rug in front of the fireplace wrapped up in a blanket Crewe had pulled off the couch. He threw another log onto the fire when the flames burned too low, and we were warmed by the heat that filled the room. After several rounds of sex, we were too tired to do anything besides lie together.
Crewe held me against his body while he kept his eyes closed. He wasn’t asleep, but he didn’t have as much energy as he usually did—because he used it all up on me. Somehow, he looked even more handsome when he was relaxed. His jaw wasn’t so tight, and his lips softened in a way I couldn’t put into words.
I pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder when I felt a draft come into the room.
Crewe opened his eyes when he felt me move, and his gaze was just as intense as always. He watched me without blinking, making sure I wasn’t going to leave his side before he relaxed again.
It was like I’d spooked a bear.
We hadn’t had dinner yet. When the maid arrived, we ignored the door, and they left us alone. Now I was hungry, but I was far too comfortable to move. I’d rather starve as long as I got to stay in Crewe’s arms.
Crewe closed his eyes again, the sound of the fire soothing him to sleep.
I moved my hands up his chest and gently massaged him, feeling the rock-hard muscles that protected me every night I slept by his side. The mood was comfortable until my stomach rumbled loudly.
Crewe didn’t open his eyes, but he grinned. “I can take a hint.”
“Sorry…”
“It’s okay.” He rolled me onto my back and fisted my hair in one fluid motion. He gave me a hard kiss before he rose to his feet and grabbed his phone from his pants pocket. He made a call to someone downstairs before he hung up and tossed the phone aside. “It’s on the way.”
“Good.”
He pulled on his sweat pants before he joined me by the fire again. He returned to his spot on the rug and circled his arms around me once more. “Don’t eat me, alright?”
I ran my hand up his chest. “I can’t promise anything.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile.
I got comfortable again and studied him, seeing his thick hair coming in around his chin. He had a strong and chiseled jaw, a physicality that reminded me of old-fashioned movie stars. He had a naturally handsome face, clearly born of royalty.
He turned to me when he noticed my stare. “You see something you like?”
“I like all of you.” I moved closer into his side and rested my face in the crook of his arm.
He held me close to his chest then pressed a kiss against my temple, a sign of affection he rarely showed. He didn’t mention what happened when we made love. I didn’t mention it either. I wasn’t sure if there was anything to say.
I had him right where I wanted him.
I hadn’t thought I’d ever be able to accomplish it.
Making him fall in love with me.
Now I felt innately evil, tricking him into feelings he may not have felt otherwise. I fucked him for months straight, being every fantasy he ever had. I never pushed him on topics that made him uncomfortable, and I was the confidant every man dreamed of. I put aside my own freedom, my sassy comebacks to focus on what was important.
Getting out of there.
But now, it didn’t feel like a prison. He didn’t feel like a monster. I missed him when he was gone all day. I loved sleeping beside him. I judged myself for softening for a man cruel enough to keep me as his prisoner for six months, but most of it was out of my control. A part of me even wanted to stay.
But I refused to accept that fate.
I just had to figure out my next move. I’d never given it much thought because I didn’t think I’d ever get this far. I never thought Crewe would look me in the eye and tell me he loved me.
It was unbelievable.
It rained the next day, so I had nothing to do but stay inside and listen to it pour. Crewe had a private gym, but I preferred to work out outside underneath the blue sky. It made me feel like I had freedom, even if it was wishful thinking.
I cleaned the quarters since I had nothing else to do and took care of Crewe’s laundry. I always hoped I would come across the transmitter that was remotely linked to the bomb in Joseph’s head, but now that I knew it was all a hoax, I stopped caring about it.
