Page 9 of Pirate's Plunder

“How about now?” he says once he’s drawn back enough to speak.

“I should slap you.” I bite off, not wanting to admit my current state of arousal.

“Kinky, but I only give the spankings, not take them. But for you, I may make an exception.” He stands, taking my hands with him, forcing me to my feet as well.

“Dance with me. You can’t sit here all night in this outfit, hiding. It would be a fucking crime. I promise to be a perfect gentleman while on the dance floor.” I narrow my eyes at him.

“You kissed me without permission or even telling me your name so you’ll forgive me when I call bullshit.” He grins with a little shy nod.

“Fair enough. My name’s Zek.” He tits his head waiting for me to return the politeness.

“Genesis,” I say on a sigh.

What harm could giving him my first name cause?

“Pleasure to kiss you.” I grin at his cheeky answer.

“Dance?” He pulls me closer to him so a drunk frat boy doesn’t trip over me getting by.

“One,” I say, needing to move around to help dispel the feeling of claustrophobia.

“We’ll see,” he whispers in my ear before moving us into the other room where the party is really in full swing.

Four songs later, his hands haven’t moved lower than my waist or higher than my bra, and I’m burning up from the sweaty dance floor and desire.

“Need the restroom,” I yell into his ear and point to the door.

He nods and helps me over to the door. I knock, and blessedly, the restroom is empty. I hurry in and go into the stall. The door opens as I’m peeing, but I’m so lost in the sensation of relief that I don’t pay much attention to who came inside.

I finish, flush, and stand at the sink washing my hands when I feel a sharp sting in my arm.

“OUCH! What the fuck?” my voice trails off into a slur.

“Easy, Preciosa.” My knees grow weak, and Zek catches me in his arms.

Alarm bells are going off in my head. I’m in the bathroom alone with a virtual stranger who has drugged me, and my eyes start to water. As tears run down my face, I manage to use my remaining strength to growl at him.

“Yoouu proomisseed,” I barely get the words out before my eyes grow heavy.

“I promised to be a gentleman on the dance floor. In here, I’m just Pirate.” The drug takes me out into the darkness, but not before I hear him muttering to himself.

“Gonna enjoy tearing this fucking outfit off you.”

Chapter Five

Pirate

Isupport her weight against my side and struggle to open the window that leads to the side of the house. Even knowing that Knight is outside waiting to help me sneak this woman out isn’t enough to stop me from the jump scare he gives me when his head pops up like a fucking whack-a-mole.

“¡Maldita sea!” I curse as the glass plane finally moves, with us both lifting.

“Problem, Prez?” I glare at him and pull Genesis up into my arms bridal style and feed her feet first out the window so that Knight can carry her to the van we have waiting.

The moment he has her securely in his arms, I climb up and jump down to stand next to him.

“None, fucking putty in my hands.” My best friend rolls his eyes at me.

“It’s the fucking patch. It’s a pussy magnet.” I chuckle, but not with the humor I usually find in his comments.

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