That’ll need to be on top of my priority list today. Dealing with the pirate crews making sure nothing else kicks off between them. Make my claim on the enemy ships, because like hell am I not taking advantage of this skirmish taking place on my land. Or the fact they used my people. Even if the ships are useless, the wood and other materials are beneficial to my people.
And I’ll need to help deal with the dead.
Fuck. My. Life.
I can just picture the amount of bodies there are. It’ll take eons to dig graves. Which means pyres. Lots of the fucking things.
Delightful.
I watch a little longer until my thoughts stray from responsibilities back to the woman that warmed my bed last night.
Shaking away the thoughts, I locate my coat that's thrown across the floor, the tie still haphazardly wrapped around the headboard. Redressing myself in the minuscule amount of clothing, I leave Cyrus’s room and head to mine up on the top floor, secluded from the guests downstairs.
I need to clean up and get dressed. Maybe even apply alittle makeup. Obviously something to show my status on this island, as well as something to entice Cyrus. Like I said, I don't give up easily. This time I won’t be the one cornering her.
She’ll be the one crawling to me.
Chapter Ten
CYRUS
My muscles ache, my joints feel like they scrape against one another. But I don’t slow down.I can’t slow down.
Trudging the dead and loose body parts is exhausting, making me run on fumes. My empty stomach is starting to revolt at the lack of substance it’s received today.But I can’t slow down.
Although my body is protesting at every turn, my mind is spiralling.
If I slow down for even a second to catch my breath, my imagination speeds up. Continuously conjuring up vivid paintings from last night.
The way she looked in the pool of water. Her sweet smile. The way she guided me to somewhere quiet, peaceful.
Me on my knees looking up at Tally. Her hands on my skin. Her mouth between my thighs.
Subconsciously I shake, removing the play ofherfrom my memory, as I continue to lug the body of a hefty guy. The dead fucker is at least double my weight and he’s leaving a lovely trail of guts behind me. Something else to clean up. I’ll be at this all day– as well as tomorrow probably– but atleast the physical labour keeps my mind clear. At least somewhat.
Clambering down the gangplank– very conscious that one wrong step will send me tumbling into the rocky shore below with the lump of lard currently hiked over my shoulder. Once I hit the dock, I deposit the body into the awaiting wagon already half-full of parts.
Henri slips up next to me, throwing two bodies in at once. Our resident brute knows no limits when it comes to strength apparently. The cart shakes and creaks, and bows under the weight. We’ll need a fresh one. But we’ve already got another two full carts and nowhere to put the additional bodies.
Which means I need to lock down my emotions and find the one person I’ve been avoiding all day to find out where to put the dead bastards.
Fuck sakes.
Once again my mind plays through the events of last night on a loop. I’d like it if just one thing didn’t bring me back to her.
“Think we’re going to need a new cart, boss.” Henri’s deep timbre pulls me back from my spiral.
“I know. But this is all we have. I need Tally to–” and like a fucking apparition, she walks down the centre of the dock. Chin held high, a slight upturned smirk on her face and the sun blessing her skin.
She looks otherworldly, her dress sleeves pushed off her shoulders, showing the rich undertone of her complexion. The sleeves tight to the sleek muscles of her arms, the cuffs ending at a sharp point on her wrists, leaving her dainty hands on display. And theskirt. The skirt is cut up the side giving teasing little glimpses of those strong legs underneath.
I seem to have swallowed a rock, as my lungs fail to expand with oxygen.
She’s truly a vision.
But not one I can afford to get used to watching.
I have other things to worry about. Such as commanding this ship whilst the Captain is sick.Amara.This time my spiral is different because it's about my Captain lying covered in blood, battered and bruised. All whilst I went off and fucked Tally.
