She looked at him from her kneeling position confused and a little hurt.
“Did I not do it right?” she asked timidly.
“You were perfect, baby girl. Too perfect,” he grinned.
He pulled her up quickly not wanting to waste any more time. Sweeping his hands underneath her buttocks, he lifted her up into his arms forcing her to wrap her legs around him. Roughly, he pushed her back against the wall of the shower making her cry out and guided his cock just inside her entrance driving himself hard and fast up inside her wet pussy to the hilt. Her body jolted and banged against the wall, her breasts bouncing against her chest as he fucked her as though he were spearing her for a kill. He’d waited so long to be inside her. Now he was driving as much of those twelve inches, women admired him for, in as deep as he could get them. The action was possessive and primal. He felt like a caveman conquering her.
“I own you,” he grunted. “Now come.”
Scarlett was panting and moaning with need pushing back down on his cock as he thrust upwards impaling her. All of a sudden, she gave a loud cry and came. With a satisfied grin he stopped restraining his pleasure and erupted inside her. Their lovemaking was frantic, urgent, primal and rough. His thrusts were cruel, his fingers digging into her soft, hot, spanked buttocks creasing her face with some pain and leaving her in no doubt she was now his property.
When they eventually slumped together spent, he showered her with gentle kisses and lowered her legs to help her wash in the shower. She leaned against him allowing him to caress her body with the sponge and shower gel and help her to wash her hair.
After she had dried her hair, reapplied her makeup and used her other toiletries, which thankfully Alexander’s security team had brought from her home, the only items he had allowed them to bring after he and Scarlett had left in the Bentley, there was hardly much time left. He’d helped her dress in a sexy blue dress that matched her eyes, new Louboutin shoes he had bought her and a spring cream coat and then presented her with a pair of diamond earrings. Her eyes had sparkled but she declined them informing him he did not need to buy her gifts. But when he had threatened a spell over his knee for some chastisement at a future date when her bottom had recovered, she graciously allowed herself to accept the gift and put them on. He tossed the ones she had on into the trash along with her old clothes. Tonight, she was starting a new life with him and he didn’t want any reminders of past hurts and her cruel old life.
The plane touched down in Manchester leaving them a two-hour car ride to his home at Hanover Castle. Not far from Derwentwater Lake in the Lake District, Cumbria on the north west coast of England nestled between the hills and mountains. Another Bentley met them outside the jet and he indulged himself wining and dining her at an exclusive country pub restaurant on the way.
Scarlett was suitably impressed and awed by the home as they drove along the side of the lake, then up the drive to come to a stop on the gravel path.
“I didn’t know you owned a castle, Alexander,” she enthused looking up at the illuminated large stone structure covered in ivy.
“I will show you around in the morning,” he whispered holding her hand. “You need to get some sleep. It has been a long day. Do you like to ride?”
“I have only ridden once or twice but I would like to do so again,” she told him. They entered the magnificent stone lobby, stepping onto the checkered tiled floor he had admired so much when his parents brought him to England to visit his grandparents for the holidays every year since he was a child. It was a shame they were no longer living to meet Scarlett.
“Good. I will pick you the perfect horse from the stables tomorrow as well.”
He took her straight up the stairs to his bedroom on the third floor in the tower and began to undress her for bed as soon as he closed the door behind him.
“Alexander, you do know the police are going to come looking for me?”
He slipped the dress from her body and undid the catch on her new bra.
“Yes, and I will be ready for them.”
He lifted her up into his arms and moved toward the turned down Empress bed, slipped her in and covered her with the sheets. Undressing quickly, he got in beside her and drew her back against him and into his arms.
“I will not allow them to make you go back. Your part is over. You have gone as far as you can go in getting them information. I will protect you. Maybe you can take up your art again. I have always loved your paintings and drawings. I want you to paint.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I do a lot of graphic art now and I want to write a book. As I said, maybe. I don’t know what I want to do yet.”
“Just rest for now. You can think about it in the morning. I want you to be happy here, Scarlett,” he kissed her shoulder. “Your father won’t be able to hurt you again.”
She snuggled back against him and nodded. His heart sang feeling her body relax into sleep the protective enclosure of his arms just as he’d wished for.
Chapter 9
It took the police just a day to arrive at Hanover Castle and demand to speak to Scarlett. Alexander sat behind his desk in his study facing two officers. He’d made sure Scarlett was in her new favorite place by the
