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“I’ve waited years to have you. Makes a man a little crazy.” His eyes search mine. Everything about this is crazy, I think. “You’ll see that I’ll have as much of me on you as possible and as often as I can. Are you ready for that?”
I lick my lips. “Yes. I’m ready for that,” I admit, even though a part of me thinks Romeo wouldn’t have given me a choice. Not that I care, because when you’re hot and super rich you can pull that off.
I actually love how much he can’t keep his hands off me. My home life wasn’t affectionate and now I can see how lonely I was, because I’m clinging to him, too. I’d go anywhere just to be by his side.
“I’ll always be good to you. Give you everything you want. So now you’re going to get your wedding dress on and come up to the deck of the ship and marry me.”
“You’ll give me anything?” I bite my lip.
“Anything.”
“Well, I really want to shoot that cannon.”
Chapter Nine
Romeo
I stand on the bow of the boat in my tuxedo as I wait for my bride to join us. I gave her a few moments alone to put on the wedding dress I had brought here for her. Of course I bought her wedding dress. How else would she have gotten one? Picking out the wedding dress of your bride without her knowledge is terribly romantic.
I’m ready to make this legal and then get back to dry land.
The Alfreds move around making sure everything is perfect as we gently sway on the open water, land having disappeared from sight long ago. They want this day to be perfect because I demand it. And when I ask for ridiculous, impossible things to appear, goddamn it, they better.
Arabella steps out from below deck and walks up to join me. She looks utterly breathtaking in her long, flowing white dress. Her blonde hair is down around her shoulders in perfect waves and every inch of her is radiant. I want to wrap her in my arms and hold her close, but I know if I do that, we won’t make it to the ceremony.
“Smile,” Alfred says.
We turn to him, posing for the picture. I wrap my arm gently around Arabella’s waist and put my lips to her ear. “I’m going to ruin you tonight.”
Her body presses against mine and I want her so badly I might just take her right here in front of everyone.
Alfred snaps the picture then slowly lowers the camera, revealing a look of horror on his face. My chest tightens as he points his finger behind us and screams, “Pirates!”
I turn around to see a ship almost as big as mine approaching. While mine is thick, theirs is long and slim. Isn’t that usually the case when comparing boat size?
I see the skull and crossbones flag on the crow’s nest and I hold Anabella close as I ponder how we’re going to get out of this.
“Your wish to fire that cannon is about to come true,” I say as I pull her to the stern of the boat and bark orders at the Alfreds.
“Are you serious?” she cries as I place her in front of it. “Are we really going to shoot another ship?!”
“There can’t possibly be another way,” I answer, pulling out my hand-held telescope and using it to look across at the approaching ship. “Damn. I can see the Duke of England. I knew he wasn’t going to let you go so easily.”
“What are we going to do, Romeo? You can’t let him take me.”
“Never,” I declare, wrapping my arm around her waist and dipping her dramatically before kissing her. “Minister!” I shout when I come up for air. He comes over to us, his hands shaking. “Keep the ceremony going. I don’t care if this ship is sinking, I’m going to make Arabella my bride today.”
He looks at me with wide eyes but begins to read from his papers. Everyone around us is running around, readying the ship for battle. You wouldn’t think a fancy yacht would have this kind of equipment, but you’d be wrong. I’m prepared for even the most ludicrous scenarios.
“DO YOU, ARABELLA SCARLET, TAKE ROMEO TROPE—”
The minister’s shouts are cut off by the boom of a cannon. There’s a splash in the water between our two boats and I look to Arabella, who shrugs with a sheepish blush on her face.
“Firing the first shot might have not been the best strategy, little love,” I say.
“I just got excited.” She bites her lip and holds out her hands. “Oops.”
There’s another boom as a cannon flies over our ship and misses us completely. Everyone is shouting now as cannon fire commences. The minister is chasing around behind us, screaming the vows over the chaos and we are repeating them as we run.
“In sickness and in health,” I pant as I grab some more gear from the bow of the ship and pass it off to Alfred. “And I’m not saying until death do us part, because she’s not getting rid of me so easily. I plan on never being dead.”
I wink at Arabella as I take her hand and she giggles, trying to keep up.
Another boom echoes, and this time the ship rocks. I look to the back of the boat to see we’ve gotten some minor damage, but our cannons are hitting their target. I don’t know how much longer the Duke can sustain his attack.
I drag Arabella up to the wheelhouse where the intercom system is. The minister stays hot on our heels, talking nonstop.
When I get into the room where all the controls are I reach out and grab the communications system. I send out a signal to the Duke’s boat and wait a beat before I hear the crackle of his voice on the other line.
“Give up the girl and we’ll let you live,” he barks.
“Never!” I shout back, pulling Arabella even closer to me.
I squeeze the radio tight in my free hand and bring it up to my mouth while I keep my eyes on her. “You’re too late, Duke.”
“Sir,” Alfred calls, and I look over at him. “We’ve got our backup armada on the way. The Duke is running out of ammunition, but they’re getting closer. I think they might try to board the boat. Do you have a plan?”
“Romeo, do you have any idea how we are going to get out of this?” Arabella says, worry and panic in her voice.
The minister says the final words of the ceremony and I look into my new wife’s eyes, knowing finally, at long last she belongs to me.
“I do,” I say, answering everyone in the room.
Chapter Ten
Arabella
“I do,” I echo before Romeo kisses me so deeply I feel it in my toes.
The minister clears his throat and Romeo breaks the kiss to look at him. “You’ll need to consummate the marriage in order for it to count.”
My cheeks redden but Romeo nods. “Then that’s what we’ll do,” he confirms, scooping me into his arms and carrying me down the stairs.
“How can we consummate the marriage at a time like this?” I shout, seeing the other ship approaching us.
“That’s ridiculous. There’s always time for me to make love to you,” Romeo says as he walks into the bedroom and kicks the door closed behind us. “But right now, I’m going to fuck you.”
I bounce on the bed when he tosses me onto it, and then he begins undoing his pants. He’s not even bothering to take off the rest of his clothes as he pulls me to the edge and flips me over onto my hands and knees. Cool air runs across my cheeks as he pushes up my dress and pulls down my panties.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath, he’s balls deep and riding me hard.
“You’re mine now, Arabella. Forever,” he grunts as he pounds into me.
The feel of his thick cock entering me and claiming what it owns has me dripping wet for him. “Yes, Romeo.”
My thighs shake as he thrusts harder and faster. He takes me roughly and it’s unlike anything we’ve done before. This isn’t just him fucking me. This is him stamping his name on my body for all of eternity. I belong to him just as much as he belongs to me. It’s so much more than him bending me over and having his way. It’s a primal need that he can’t stop. His passion skyrockets my own, and without being able to control it, my orgasm comes out of nowhere and hits me hard.
I cry out into
the small room, my scream of pleasure muffled by the blanket against my mouth. Romeo grunts and I feel his warm release spread inside me as he pulls out quickly and flips me back over. He’s holding his cock, slick with our combined desires, and pants for breath.
“Pull your panties up. We’ve got company.”
Just then I hear the thumping of boots on the stairs, and I panic. I do as Romeo says and pull them up as he tucks his throbbing cock in his pants. I look at it longingly, wishing we could have had longer.
“Just give me until the end of this chapter and you can have my cock again,” he says.
“What?” I ask in confusion. Chapters?
“Never mind. We’ve got more important things to worry about.” He pulls me into his arms dramatically and grabs a sword from a nearby table. “Pirates.”
