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“Tell me you like this cock,” he demanded, his voice rough.
“I like this cock, Captain,” Rosalía screamed.
He scooped her bottom and thrust more aggressively until his sounds became almost pained. “Ugh, that’s sweet,” he praised as he spilled himself inside her, his hands convulsing on her behind. Without a word he dropped to his knees in front of her, and her legs fell listlessly on the mattress. He held one of her legs open and slid his fingers inside her, pushing his seed in. His eyes locked on what he was doing. When he was done, he bent his head and slid his tongue inside.
“Ah, ah,” she cried at the sensation, gripping the back of his head as he fucked her with his tongue. It was deliciously filthy. She was so sensitive that she was soon coming again just from a few strokes of his tongue.
He pushed away after a moment, running the back of his hand over his lips. She dozed there, her limbs heavy, her body sated, while he played with her. He slid his hand up her torso, between her breasts, then bent down to lick the path he’d traced with his hand. When he was done, he buttoned up his trousers and tucked in his shirt without a word. He walked to the door and turned the knob, his face hidden from her. She didn’t know what to do and reached for her own shirt, needing to cover herself.
“You can sleep here until Nassau,” he said over his shoulder.
“But I thought?—”
He laughed, and she shook at the disdainful sound. “If you assumed I’d change my mind about Nassau because I put my dick in that tight pussy of yours, then you really are a little fool.” Rosalía watched him walk out, her eyes dry, even as she choked on her own fury.
That bastard.
He’d made her the whore for nothing. It was her own fault. She should’ve made it harder for him. Made him mad for her. She’d been so consumed by his lovemaking, she’d lost sight of her goal. She could not make that mistake again.
She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and made herself think. Camden was clearly not going to be convinced easily. He was much too hardheaded. And with their arrival in Nassau two days away, she didn’t have time to change his mind. He’d come back for more, that she didn’t doubt. When he did, she’d work at making him addicted to her. But that wasn’t enough. She needed an ally, someone who could help her stay on the Delilah.
Vincenzo.
She’d heard him try to talk to Camden on the Hippodrome—she heard them argue before Cam came to her. About her and about the rum. The rum they hadn’t found in the yacht. The rum that, from what she’d gathered, they needed desperately.
She slid under the covers and flipped on her stomach so she could smell Cam’s pillow. She hated him, but the way he’d taken her, the way his rough hands had gripped her…she’d never felt like that before. The way he ate his own come out of her… Her face heated when she thought of what he’d told her about making other men watch him take her. She would’ve let him. There was not much she wouldn’t allow as long as he made love to her like that again.
She had to stop thinking of his cock and focus. Her plan had not worked. She’d let him have her, and he was still dumping her in Nassau, so now she’d have to find a new incentive. She knew where they could get some rum. Santo kept his most valuable stock in a friend’s warehouse in Nassau. Benny Castille owned half the island and had a fortune’s worth of bottles in his cellar. Including some that should’ve gone to Rosalía after the death of her father, but Santo had taken from her for “safekeeping.” She hadn’t even argued when he’d stolen from her, too scared of what he’d do if she contradicted him. Or worse, what he’d ask of her in exchange for allowing her to keep the rum that was rightfully hers. But now that the bottles could help her get to her destination, Rosalía might want her property back.
She sighed, closing her eyes, and planned for the morning. There was something going on between Camden and Enzo. Camden wanted her, that was clear. Enzo wanted her too—she’d seen the hunger in his eyes when he’d looked at her. The idea of being caught between whatever brewed between the two men was thrilling, and what was more, if she managed to distract them with some erotic games, perhaps they’d forget she was supposed to get off in Nassau. The animosity between the two men was boiling, and she would get right in the middle of it until it all exploded. She had two days to convince them the trip to Atlantic City would be much more pleasurable if they gave in to what they really wanted. That and dangling her bottles of rum in front of their noses had to be enough to get her to New York City.
Chapter
Four
He’d fucked her, Enzo thought resentfully as he watched Cam stalk the deck like a prowling tiger. Last night, after Cam had gone in all high and mighty to talk to Rosalía, Enzo worried he would make the poor girl cry. Enzo stayed by the cabin door, only to merely minutes later hear her screams of pleasure and Cam’s heated grunts. After all his talk about Enzo needing to watch himself, Cam screwed her. Enzo had to take himself in hand at the noises coming from the room. He’d spilled his seed against the door while he listened to the sounds of the rough fucking Camden had almost certainly given the girl.
Enzo’s gut clenched as he watched the ship captain, Cam’s long legs swallowing the distance as he walked up and down the narrow space of the schooner. The wind whipped his long hair into his face. He looked like a broody demigod, and Enzo wished more than anything that desire didn’t cut through him like a blade whenever the big bastard looked his way.
He took a long pull of his coffee and closed his eyes for a moment. The sun was still coming up on the horizon, and the expanse of water against that pink-and-purple sky made him wish for things he could not have. He let his mind drift and imagined himself in New York, Big Joe and Atlantic City a distant memory. Instead of being at his uncle’s beck and call, he’d help Cam run the club he’d been so meticulously planning for years now. Not that Camden would ever confide in Enzo about it. But from the first time he’d met the scowling bootlegger on one of the many occasions Enzo’s uncle had sent him to deal with shit no one else wanted to handle, Enzo had been hopelessly besotted by Camden.
Cam was smart, and he was a hell of a sea captain, but for a smart man, the Rogue of Rum Row could be quite naïve. Enzo knew part of Cam’s frustration on this run was that he was anxious about getting out of the life. He really believed the mobsters who’d relied on him for ten years to deliver rum would let him walk away from the business. Camden actually thought that because he’d always been good at his job, a straight shooter, that feckless criminals like Enzo’s uncle would honor that and let him move on when he was ready.
Camden McCollough was a fool. He was a beautiful, too-honorable-for-his-own-good fool who needed to be saved from himself. That was exactly what Enzo intended to do. Unlike what Cam believed, Enzo had not been sent here by Big Joe to keep an eye on things. Enzo begged his uncle to send him on this job. He’d cashed in the last of the favors his uncle owed him in the hopes that here, on the ship, the captain could see him as something more than Big Joe’s pest of a nephew. That he’d realize Enzo could be a useful man to keep around for business…and other matters.
But things had been a fiasco from the moment Enzo got on the boat. Cam had barely acknowledged his existence, and whenever he did, it had been to let Enzo know he was not welcome.
“Good morning.”
“Buenos días, Rosalía,” he responded, almost grateful for the welcome distraction and his immediate pull toward the stowaway.
Enzo heard Rosalía before she emerged from the hatch and almost swallowed his tongue when he got a good look at her. She was wearing a low-cut flapper dress that left very little to the imagination when it came to her breasts. It was fiery red, and the neckline plunged in a deep V. The silky fabric clung to her generous curves in a very alluring manner. He had to snap his mouth shut when she swayed those hips in his direction.
“Buenos días, Enzo,” she told him, seemingly delighted with his Spanish. She intrigued him. Well, there was also the small detail that she was sex on legs. Last night he’d seen the fire behind those wide brown eyes when she’d attacked Rolly. When she stood up to Cam. Enzo felt the heat coming from under those bulky clothes. He’d certainly heard for himself what she sounded like when she was being fucked. Like she loved every second.
“Necesitas ayuda?” he asked, and she smiled shyly when he offered his hand to help her step onto the deck. The water behind her was a perfect sapphire blue that, against the red of her dress and that perfectly caramel skin, made his body tighten with lust. Unbidden an image of her on all fours on the deck came to mind. Naked like a babe, her head thrown back, her mouth open, waiting for Enzo’s cock, while Cam fucked her from behind. He’d tell the captain to get her pussy ready for him, and he’d feed her his piece. He’d make her moan. He’d run his hands over that perfectly brown skin, and Cam would slide his own hand from her ass to the middle of her back and lace his fingers with Enzo’s. The three of them connected. Giving and taking pleasure from one another.
“Enzo.”
