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“Abigail is a reliable friend,” Luke revealed, stopping Hannah when she tried for the door, “who has agreed to let us stay here at one of her brothels until we flee the island.” He perked a brow at Hannah. “Are you interested in being tied up again so soon?” He pointed at a chair in a small adjoining room with a bed. “Because if you do not sit, that is precisely what I will do.”
“Ye may want to anyway,” Abigail suggested. “That girl’s got the devil in ‘er eyes when it comes to ye, love.” She shook her head. “When a woman’s got a man festering in her soul like that nothin’ stops her from gettin’ what she ultimately wants.”
“Which isnothim,” Hannah said around her gag, the words nothing more than a slur. “I only want to save my sister.”
“Seems she’s still set on saving her sister,” she remarked, evidently understanding women who spoke through gags. But then look at what had happened to Hannah on this very island.
“And she’s set onnotwanting me,” Luke commented, alarmingly enough understanding women who spoke through gags as well. But then she had a general idea what he liked in the bedroom so no surprise there either.
“Oh, she wants ye alright, love.” Abigail licked her stained lips and eyed his groin with appreciation. “Can’t say I blame ‘er either.”
“Dear Lord, what have I been thrust into,” Hannah muttered around her God-forsaken gag. She plunked down in the chair until she could make a break for it. “You are both rotten to the core.”
“She’s a feisty wee thing, aye?” Abigail complimented. “I see why ye love her.” Her eyes roamed over Hannah with as much appreciation as a man’s might. “There’s a lot for the takin.’”
“Idislikeher,” he corrected. “Strongly.”
Abigail’s amused, all-too-knowing eyes slid between the two. “I think I might be wantin’ a lil’ extra out of this deal.”
“Ye are not sampling her.” Luke considered Hannah, and his mouth curled up at the corner. “Though I rather like the idea of being watched.”
“Aye.” Abigail met his grin. “And I rather like the idea of watchin.’”
ChapterFour
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LUKE MORE THAN ENJOYEDthe look of mortification on Hannah’s face at the idea of Abigail watching him take his little tease once and for all. Mainly because beneath all that mock prim and proper, there was a flicker of interest.
“Not to worry, Hannah.” He stood behind the chair and rested his hands on her shoulders. “I know you would prefer a chap watching us.” He murmured in her ear, “But I am glad to see you are open to variety.”
In truth, except for his crew outside, there were no chaps about at the moment. Only wenches he trusted to keep his secrets. So he removed her gag, more than ready for her scathing response.
“You...you...horrible scoundrel!” Her round eyes met his over her shoulder. “Liar!”
Before Hannah could stand, he yanked her chair around, sat on the edge of the bed, and caged her in by locking his hands on the back of the chair.
“I’ll be,” she exclaimed, her eyes wider still. “Surely, you are not of the mind to—”
“Oh, I am of the mind to do each and every thing you pondered in your letters,” he assured. “And most certainly will.” He held out his palm, fully aware of what she had done. What she meant to do. “First, give me the brooch, Hannah.”
“Well, Inever.”
“Never what?” He cocked a brow. “Teased me all these years with missives about what I could never have? Taunted me with a variety of...how should I put this...” He pretended to ponder. “Lewd and indecent desires?” He licked his lips, eager to taste those sweet folds of hers again. “Cravings?”
“This is inappropriate,” she hissed before she had the nerve to roll her eyes. “Surely, you know those were all speculative and...” She searched for the right words and came up with a tall tale, indeed. “They were a fictional way to escape a hum-drum life.”
He snorted and shook his head, more aroused by the moment, sort of enjoying the game actually. “They were repressed desires you only felt comfortable sharing with me.” Before she had time to struggle, he pulled her hands behind her back, and tied them to the chair, murmuring in her ear again, “I believe this was the first. Just a chair and a little ribbon.” He met her eyes, his cock throbbing with need once again. “And me, of course.” He ran his finger down the side of her neck lightly, and she shivered. “Always me.”
He recalled the day like it was yesterday.
It was mere months before he went off to war. They had been strolling near the river. Or more like striding due to her restless energy.
“He absolutely infuriates me!” She clenched her fists and shook her head, as always referring to her uncle. “I want to beat him for hitting Rose. For hitting me. I want to...”
She trailed off, frustrated, struggling to find the right words.
“Lash out?” he suggested. “I could find something for you to hit. Me, if you must. Perhaps relieve some tension?”
