Page 42 of Pirate's Intent
“You remember what comes next, right?” He stood and freed himself. “My turn.”
ChapterFive
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THOUGH SHE SHOULD BEappalled by Luke’s rash actions, his sheer audacity, deep down, she was not. If anything—just as she had all those years ago—she lost herself in the freedom his control brought.
Still trembling from the tremendous pleasure he wrung from her, she was wholly aware the door had been left open. Not just Abigail but others passed by, even lingered for the show if only briefly. She could see them out of the corner of her eye but for a moment before her sole focus was on him again.
“Do you remember what to do?” he said softly, his heavy member inches from her face. “Do you remember how I like it?”
How often had she envisioned his cock over the years? Its admirable thickness and perfect length? Her traitorous tongue had a mind of its own, and she licked her lips before she could stop herself.
“Ah, so you do.” He wrapped his hand a little tighter in her hair and steered her mouth just a smidge closer, teasing her. “And what of my taste? Do you recall it as vividly as I did yours?”
Her gaze fell to the moisture pearling at the tip, and she licked her lips again, remembering it all too well. Wanting it despite the fact she should bite him rather than sample him. But they both knew that would not happen as he ordered her to stick out and flatten her tongue. She did as ordered and welcomed the heat of his cock's bulbous head as he rubbed his salty seed across it.
His breathing grew ragged as he pressed it past her lips ever-so-slowly, then further still. She closed her eyes and squirmed as her arousal flared to life again. He tightened his hold on her hair, signaling that she do as he’d taught her. She obediently twirled her tongue once, twice, sucked hard, then relaxed her throat as he bent her head back.
She held her breath and nearly climaxed again as he inch by inch forced his cock down her throat, issuing a low, hoarse rumble of approval. “Even the wenches cannot take me so deep.”
While the lewd comment should have upset her, it only lent to her excitement, and he knew it. After that, it was all a blur of ecstasy as his hold on her tightened to that exquisite point of pain and pleasure that she craved. When she could, she rolled her tongue, sucked and moaned for his added sensation, but he had his way more often than not.
“Bloody hell I missed you,” he grunted before he dug both hands in her hair, thrust one last time then issued the strangled, masculine groan of release she had so missed. Eager, taking all he had to offer, she greedily drank down every last hot drop.
He watched her avidly, expecting her to clean him well before he eventually pulled free and tucked his cock away in his breeches.
“I think she’d be better off here, love,” Abigail called out in passing. “Servicin’ a bloke that well, she’d make a pretty pence!”
“She’ll not be servicing anyone but me,” he said softly, speaking solely to Hannah. Rather than pull her skirt down, he left her exposed for his pleasure, sat on the bed, and examined the brooch. “It really is unexceptional, isn’t it?”
Blast it, when had he pilfered that off her?
“You forget I taught you where to hide things quickly,” he murmured, a sly twinkle in his eyes as they met hers. “And I remember how well you get distracted with my mouth between your thighs.”
She snapped her thighs shut and glanced at the waistline of her dress where she had tucked the brooch. An easy enough ‘find and take’ to be sure.
“Untie me then.” She shrugged. “For where will I go now without proof Big Devil need not pursue my sister?”
“It would take but an accusation that I have it to send Big Devil’s rats this way.” He peered out the window. “Once I have confirmation he and his crew have left, we will follow.”
“Meanwhile, as we sneak about like cowards in the night,” she said, “my sister and your brother’s lives are on the line.”
“Your conscience seemed clear enough moments ago,” he said dryly, raking his eyes over her. “In fact, I would hazard to guess your sibling’s safety was the very last thing on your mind.”
“You bastard.”
“If only,” he muttered, referring to his father. He untied her in passing, doing it so smoothly she knew he’d had plenty of practice over the years. “’Twas best we kept you two apart.”
“Why?”
“To increase the odds of one of you surviving,” he said frankly, giving her a clearer picture of what they were up against. “Thomas is a better fighter at sea, so he was to lure Big Devil off the island.” He shrugged a lazy shoulder. “I am the better fighter on land, so I stayed back to assess what was left in his wake.”
“And what would be left in his wake?”
“Mayhap more of Big Devil’s rats looking for a certain brooch,” he said. “My mission is to clean up any problems left behind, see that no rumors linger, and then follow Thomas.”
“You mean to leave no trace of yourself in all this,” she said, quick to figure it out. “Big Devil would not share his knowledge of the brooch, so chances are good you and your brother are in the clear.” She gave a relenting nod. “But one never knows.”
