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He should tell her again that he would leave her in Nassau. But instead, he pushed off the door and came to stand in front of her. His legs brushed against the wooden frame of the berth.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Rosalía?”
She tipped her face up to him, defiant, unafraid, willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted. And something in him pulsed with admiration for that boldness. Many men liked to think they were strong because they were willing to kill, to hurt, to destroy in order to get what they wanted. Yet this woman was putting her body on the line to get what she was after. And Cam was enough of a bastard to take what she was offering.
She’d probably had let him take her right on the deck, her thighs spread for him, those chocolate-brown eyes melting. An image of Cam pushing into that tight heat while Enzo watched made his cock harden painfully. He had to be losing his mind. The stress of these past two weeks, what awaited him in Atlantic City if he didn’t sort out this rum business, had him going out of his mind.
He slid his hands up from her knees to the back of her thighs, then to her ass and squeezed hard enough that his fingers dug into her crack. She gasped, pushing into his touch. His cock tented his pants as he glided this thumb over her slit. She was soaked.
“You think you can handle sailing with criminals, sweetheart? I’ll show you what it’s like.”
Chapter
Three
She was in over her head. She knew that. After all, the man was a killer.
Maybe it was safer to take her leave in Nassau. But she couldn’t risk even a chance of Santo finding her there. He’d mercilessly teased her about her dream to be a singer. Mocked her when she talked about her intentions to leave their island and pursue it. Staying in Nassau was much too risky, far more than taking her chances with this man who so far had at least been honest in what he was willing to take from her.
Camden had his hands on her heat, his fingers lazily running the length of her slit, again and again without dipping in. She widened them, hoping he’d plunge his digits inside her. But he seemed determined to torture her. She still unbuttoned her shirt for him.
Cam groaned in appreciation as she slid it off her shoulders.
“Is this for me?” he asked as he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed the nipple before taking it between his teeth. “This cunt is flooded for me. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he asked, between taking pulls from her breasts. His thumb was still not breaching her, and her clit throbbed.
Camden stood there running his big hands over her heated skin. They were rough, probably from doing the work required at sea. She enjoyed his touch, even if she didn’t quite know what to expect. He could hurt her, punish her. But he looked at her with such hunger, she couldn’t help but to react.
“Won’t the others hear us?” she asked.
“They’ll hear us.” Camden sounded mean, angry. He squeezed her chin, digging his fingers into her face. She panted from the rough touch. “They’ll hear you moaning when I fuck you.”
She’d always gotten a thrill out of the idea of being caught. On some occasions when she and Silvia made love, she’d leave the door of her room unlocked. It was extremely foolhardy, but the possibility of a maid or her brother walking in on them made her so wet, her arousal would drip down her thighs. With Jacinto she’d intentionally come to him while he was tending to her brother’s cars and seduced him right there in the garage. She’d draped herself over the hood of her brother’s precious Daimler and let his bodyguard eat her pussy in broad daylight.
The thought of the men tending to Cam’s ship hearing him take her, of them listening to her cries, made her nipples pucker and her core clench. He observed her with narrowed eyes as he plucked one of the hard tips.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he said, surprise tinting his words. “You’re drenched from thinking about the crew hearing me take you.”
She could only make needy sounds as he palmed her before sinking two fingers inside her. She was breathing hard now, puffs of air escaping her lips as he played with her breasts and between her legs.
“If I’d known that, I’d have taken you against the mast, let the boys watch.”
“But they’d think I’m a wanton floozy, a whore, if you’d tugged down my trousers and had me right there,” she whispered innocently. Her skin burned, as he sawed those thick digits in and out of her channel.
“I’d let them watch me suck on your tits and slap your pussy while I take this greedy hole.” He scissored his fingers, widening them just on the edge of pain and pleasure. Pleasure won out and she clenched on them, a needy moan on her lips. “Mm, that’s what you want, isn’t it? To take my cock until your pussy’s flooded with my come.”
She whimpered at his filthy words, her eyes rolling back as pleasure ripped through her. He laughed viciously, the smile on his face as frightening as it was seductive. She’d fantasized about this, about a man who could overpower her but would only do it for her pleasure. Those months after her father had died, when her brother would frighten her with his hungry looks and his dirty words, she’d wished she had someone to protect her. A man as vicious as her brother, one who would kill anyone who dared to touch her. A man others feared, who would never allow something that belonged to him to be misused.
“You like the idea of getting fucked in front of all those men, making their cocks hard while they watch you take mine.” He pushed his thumb into her mouth as he spoke, and she flicked her tongue over it. Sucked it hard, like it was one of the lollipops she’d loved as a girl. His eyes were bright with heat as he touched her, his blunt, calloused fingers using her with careless abandon.
“I’ll bend you over one of the barrels, spread your legs until you’re open for view, and let them watch me play with it.”
“But what if they want to play with me too?”
His eyes darkened at the suggestion. Camden pushed another finger in her mouth and added one to her cunt. He fucked her in both places with crude indifference while he talked to her, telling her about how nasty he’d be to her. How he’d let the men in the crew come close and watch her stretched for his cock. All the while she swirled her tongue around the fingers in her mouth and bore down on the ones penetrating her. He pushed them farther in as he played with her, so deep that he almost gagged her. The feeling was invasive, rough, but she liked it. More than that—she loved it.
“I’d slit their throat if they tried. This hole is mine now,” he told her. “While you’re on this boat, this hole is mine.” The declaration touched something deep within her. She was panting with how bad she wanted him. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and she whimpered as exquisite pleasure exploded in her groin. “Tell me it’s mine,” he demanded before he freed his fingers from her mouth.
“This hole is yours, Captain,” she told him breathlessly.
