Chapter One
"You’re mine now, for all eternity." His dark gaze locked with hers, refusing
to grant her the chance to look away. Her heart raced, it pounded so loudly she swore he
must have heard the rapid thump against her rib cage.
"My father will pay a handsome price for my safe return." Shannon struggled,
her breasts pressed against the tight confines of her corset, threatening to spill over
the soft silken bodice. Did he understand how her life had been planned out or what
awaited for her when she landed in the new world? "You’d be a fool to pass by on such
a sum. It would be enough to pay your crew and still leave you as a rich man."
"But he will want you returned to him untouched no doubt? He has a man in mind for
you as husband, a dull but wealth sot who will pay handsomely for your hand in marriage
and your sweet body in his bed? Or are you to be the pawn, the seal in some business deal
your father has arranged?" He leaned in closer, his heated breath caressing her face
and added to the flame that already marked her cheeks. "Not that it matter, just how
much do you think he will pay to keep your precious maidenhead in tact?"
"Enough to keep your entire crew happy for a year and more, Sirrah." She tried
to pull back, but the grip on her arms held her in place. "But nothing if you touch
me, so I suggest you keep your filthy godless hands to yourself."
"And if I tell you that he could never offer enough money to interest me?" He
slid one hand down from her arm to grasp her narrow waist.
There was a strength in his grip that she couldn’t ignore, a touch that awoke a nameless
desire something her body refused to deny no matter how wrong she knew it to be. Her
nipples hardened and pressed tight against the bounds formed by her own clothing. A
wriggle in the wrong direction and they’d peek out into view. Goddess, what was she
thinking? He was wrong, a pirate, a rogue, the exact type of man she should be fighting
against, screaming to be set free, yet all she could think about was how his hands would
feel as they smoothed over her naked flesh.
"Let’s see, accept cold money, or taste your sweet body, claim your fire and that
dangerous passion that bubbles so close to the surface."
"You can’t be serious about this? You’d throw away a fortune just to lay with
me?" She tried to tear away from his arms.
"Yes, a fortune and so much more." He growled against her lips, sliding his
hand upwards from her waist to grasp the edge of her bodice. "You’re of far more
interest to me than money. I can steal what want and be rich that way. But a woman like
you, such soft, pale skin, a beauty untouched, is a rare thing indeed on these cruel
seas."
She pressed his hands against his chest, struggling to be free of him even as his lips
claimed hers. With a growl he pressed his tongue between her lips, tasting her, stroking
within the confines of her mouth. She shuddered, a soft moan of delight mingled with his
hungry growl.
Heat rippled through her core. Her body hungered for his touch in a way she had never
known before. With a single kiss he promised her more pleasure and danger than she had
ever known before and she craved everything he had to offer her.
"Heated little wench. What will you be like when I get you alone?"
"You’re insane!" She drummed her closed fists against his chest to the
amusement of the watching crew.
"With lust for you." He grasped her clothing, tearing it free from her body as
the crew sniggered and egged him on. She struggled and tried to cover her body, her
breasts peeking out from the top of the corset. Her legs barely covered by her stockings.
Hair loose about her shoulders as he pulled it free from the pins that held it back.
"I’ll take you here and now, my wench. Right in front of the crew!" He thrust
her forward towards the closest barrel and before she had the chance to protest she found
herself with her head to the deck, her ass high in the air. "Don’t you want everyone
to see how eager you are for my touch?"
"Please, don’t do this to me!" She whimpered trying to deny the heat between
her thighs. A heat he could feel clearly as he thrust his hand between them.
"Such an eager little witch. Ripe and ready for my touch aren’t you! Never been
touched, oh I know that part well and there’s nothing better than plowing into the depths
of an unclaimed woman."
"My father will hunt you down!"
"At least I’ll have you for company." He leaned forward, nipping at the back of
her neck until she moaned. Wood splintered beneath her fingertips, the sounds of the
crew’s jeers echoed in her ears as she tried to close her thighs.
He probed deeply into her wet folds, parting them easily. "Such a went little cunny
you have there my girl. Eager for the touch of a man aren’t you?"
She wanted to scream no, but her body said yes. Just the slightest brush of his fingers
between those soft lips left her shuddering, fighting to control the jolt that rocked
through her hips. Heat, need, lust, all those things she had been warned against now
washed through her body in an uncontrollable wave.
"And what’s this sweet little pip?" He pressed one finger against her clit,
rubbing it in quick strokes. "Such a delicate little thing we have here, and you
dance so well when you’re touched."
Heat burned in her cheeks, shame threatened to chase away her desire but it was already
too late. It didn’t matter that the men around them cheered, or offered crude catcalls.
She didn’t care that her father had hoped to marry her off as a virgin bride to the
highest bidder. Nor did she worry about her reputation being sullied. All that now
mattered where the soft, teasing touches between her thighs.
"You want it don’t you?"
"Please." She moaned, lifting her hips up towards him. Her nipples scraped
against the barrel, her thighs parted and pressed against the wood leaving her half naked
and open to his every whim.
"High born slut, you’re just like every other woman. A touch in the right place by a
strong man and you’re ready to be fucked by anything that might walk past."
It wasn’t like that. How could he say such a thing? Yet there she was with her ass lifted
high in the air, ready to take whatever he had to offer her and so very much more
besides.
He shifted a little, a ribald cry ringing out from the crew as he untied his pants. Her
throat threatened to close but she managed to hold onto it, to bite back her cry of fear
until she felt the head of his cock brush against her slick folds.
He grabbed her hair in a tight bundle, twisting it into a living rope then with a low
snarl he thrust into her tight confines. Past the barrier without giving her a moment to
protest, or fight against him. Pain rocked through her groin, a fire that left her sobbing
against the barrel and for a moment he didn’t move. He simply held there, filling her
completely.
Slowly but surely the pain eased until only the heat remained.
Without warning he began to move again, rocking into her depths. No pain, she expected
there to be, but there was no pain this time. Pleasure chased away the shame, the
discomfort of being over a barrel and near naked to the view of the men on the ship. Heat
throbbed through her core with each thrust into her cunt, her clitoris ached with the need
to be touched as he had done so before claiming her sex. Her nipples brushed against the
barrel as he rocked into her core, then pressed against the edge of her corset as he
pulled back.
She moaned, lifting back up against him with each backwards stroke.
Hair caught in her eyelashes, tangled across her lips and acted as a reign by which he
controlled her. She couldn’t ignore him, not any longer. Her body needed his, her mind
surrendered to him without a single protest and she arched willingly against his body,
writhing like the slut he had proclaimed her to be.
He slapped down hard on her ass with his free hand, spanking her in time to his thrusts,
the sound of the crack of hand against taut skin rang out across the deck until the rhythm
was taken up by the clapping hands of the sailors.
Yet even that didn’t prevent her body from responding to him.
Heat rippled through her core with each strike. Her hips rocked harder and faster against
him, her inner walls tight, slick and heated about his cock as she groaned her desires out
loud. She couldn’t stop it, no matter what she thought of him, of how she reacted, she
could no longer prevent the pleasure that now mounted up in her body.
With a roar he lifted up, tugging her from the barrel by the grip on her hair. Held,
exposed, and shamed before the men of his crew. There, with his cock buried deep in her
cunt she screamed, shuddering as she came, his own triumphant release lost in the mocking
applause that rang out from the deck.
"Such a wicked, wanton little slut. Perhaps I should pass you around the crew. See
what they think of you!" He nipped at her ear lobe.
"Please don’t. This is madness."
"Yes it is, and well earned. You have driven me to those depths. I’ve hunted for
you, searched across the endless seas to find you, to hold you in my grasp to…" His
image flickered, half fazing out of existence only to reform for a moment longer.
"For years I have…"
She frowned as her clothes reappeared in a flicker around her body. Hiding her from
view.
Shit. This couldn’t be happening!
The pirate released her quickly and bowed. His clothes, like hers, had returned to how
they had been before he had ever laid hands on her. No sign of the brash, bold brute who
had thrust so eagerly into her core, instead there stood before her a very different man.
"Forgive me, I shall return you to your father post hast where you will be treated
with the respect and honor all women deserve."
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