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“But you’re wet when I fuck you and moan so sweetly when you’re climaxing. I’d say you moan even louder when I’m feeding that pretty pussy my seed.”
“You’re a brutish beast with no manners and little etiquette on how to treat a princess.”
With water droplets running down her body it’s hard to focus on much else, but when I drag my eyes off her curves she’s huffing, and I swear I think she’s about to stomp her foot on the marble floor.
“Princess, huh?”
That brings me back to the real reason I had this minx brought aboard my boat last night.
“Maybe you need to be locked in a tower for a while until you realize you’re not going anywhere, doing anything except taking my cock until I say otherwise.”
She smiles wryly, her eyes darkening with mischief. “You really think you can keep me?”
I stand over her and lower myself until we are eye to eye. “I know I can and when you’re daddy gets this…” I take her phone and a set of cuff keys out of a bag my butler left while we showered and turn it around to show a picture of her cuffed to my bed with only a sheet dropped over her naked body. “I’ll also get the man responsible for my father’s death. All I want is what I’m owed. That’s right, princess, you’ve been fucking the enemy in case you’ve forgotten.”
My harsh words drain the blood from her cheeks and I brush a finger down one. “Sleep tight, princess.”
Leaving her is not what I want, but I have other areas of my business I need to tend to. Being in the same room with the enemy is blurring my lines. But fuck. Who am I kidding? There’s no going back from what I’ve done. On that front, I’ve already made up my mind.
“Sure, try and lock me away like some mafia pirate. I won’t be here come morning you dirty, rotten, no-good scoundrel.”
I palm her cheeks and steal a kiss from her before turning on my heel.
“On second thought, I think I’ll leave you in those.” Swinging the cuff keys around my finger I can feel her eyes burn a hole in my back from her sizzling glare.
“Dream about me,princess.”
Seven
Serenity
The next morning I wake, stretching my body and it aches in all the right places.
“Mmm. Lucas.” Hazy globs of memories clog my mind at first but reality moves them along as I come fully awake. My mind finally clicks on and I bolt upright. “Lucas.” I seethe and glare toward the door across from the bed. The doorhelocked behind him last night.
Fire and fury combust inside me. In all my quest to search out adventure, all I’ve managed to do is trade one man’s tower for another. I look around my new prison when I hear his deep voice. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but that doesn’t seem to matter to my body.
A thousand suns ignite inside me with equal parts lust and anger. What the hell is some underworld mafia man doing here in all this light and happiness? Isn’t he supposed to be in some dark warehouse with equally dark henchmen ready to do his unlawful bidding? That’s how my father always painted the Bellamys. Filth through and through.
But now I’m not so sure my father isn’t cut from the same cloth.
I scramble to my knees in the middle of a massive bed where I fell asleep after a couple of hours of tossing and turning. One second I crafted ten different ways to kill my pirate. And in the other, I fantasized about another walk on the beach, or swim, in the gorgeous aqua waters.
I shove aside the mosquito netting someone closed around my bed. Did he come in here after I fell asleep? Sneaky bastard. Probably wanted more pictures to send back to my father.
I take a second look. Mosquito netting over a bed made for a queen, I note. I run my hand over the high-polished headboard with a mermaid on a bed of seashells chiseled into the dark wood. If it were not for the handcuffs on my wrist I might look at this as a fantasy come true. Tall, dark, and handsome, private island and all the sex my body can handle.
I push away from the bed and try the door. Why I don’t know. And just as expected I find the handle unmoving.
I try the balcony doors next only to find the same. When I come to the window and throw open the curtains I am met by bars. I grab them and shake, giving my best King Kong to no avail. They are not budging now or ever. I spy freshly folded clothes and dash across the room to throw on a pair of shorts and a stretchy halter top with no straps. I wiggle into them and as I zip up my shorts a giggle catches my attention.
I peer through my prison bars to see that scoundrel of a pirate toss a little girl high to her delight. How can someone so roguish one minute flip a coin and turn into a docile giant the next?
He plucks a low-hanging mango from a tree and places it in her outstretched hands before passing her back to who I assume is her mother.
Blue or black writing across the lady’s left breast catches my eye. I squint into the sunlight just barely making out the name across her uniform.
Serenity Island.
