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Chapter no 10

Sea of Ruin

โ€Œโ€œNo.โ€ I shook my head and frantically scanned Priestโ€™s rigid stance, even as I knew the compass wasnโ€™t on him. โ€œNo, no, noโ€”โ€โ€Œ

โ€œShhh.โ€ He held up his hands and took a cautious step forward. โ€œBennett, listenโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhere is it?โ€ A roaring started in my ears, and my heart cracked in my chest. โ€œTell me!โ€

โ€œIt took me two years to find you, and right now that compass is the only thing stopping you from putting more years between us. I canโ€™t let you do that. Youโ€™ve given me no choice.โ€

Fear and rage burst from my lungs in an earsplitting scream. โ€œWhat have you done?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m doing this forย us.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re a dead man!โ€ I hurled the brass impostor at his despicable head. โ€œCalm down.โ€ He ducked, easily dodging it.

โ€œSpineless dog!โ€ I threw a porcelain platter, and it shattered on the wall behind him. โ€œHeartless fiend!โ€

โ€œBennettโ€ฆโ€ He sidestepped another projectile plate, his reflexes like that of a serpent. Slippery. Venomous. Straight out of hell.

โ€œTell me where it is!โ€ Blinding hysterics tunneled my vision, ravaging me from all corners and painting the room red. โ€œRight now!โ€

โ€œCanโ€™t do that, my love.โ€

I grabbed a bottle of rum from the desk, preparing to fling it next. But as my fingers closed around the glass neck, I remembered my plan.

My breathing tightened with determination. My muscles hardened with focused fury. Where I had compassion for him before, now there was none. I needed him to hurt.

โ€œYou know what that compass means to me.โ€ I lifted the rum, swilling it with a calm I didnโ€™t feel. โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t have left it in Jamaica.โ€

โ€œNo.โ€

โ€œYou didnโ€™t toss it into the sea.โ€ โ€œNever.โ€

Breaking my heart was one thing, but he wouldnโ€™t destroy that gift from my father. He wouldnโ€™t be so cruel. I had to believe that.

Everything inside me relaxed. The compass was on the ship. But where?

As my mind raced for answers, I straightened my corset, trying miserably to cover my breasts from his humiliating stare.

He knew this vessel from bow to stern. Every alcove and nook. Every shadow and hiding spot. No doubt heโ€™d determined the best location for the compass the moment heโ€™d swiped it in the tavern.

With sleight and quick-wittedness, he probably secreted it away on the upper deck when I wasnโ€™t looking. Or slipped it into a wall on his way down here. Orโ€ฆ I glanced around, deflating at the stockpiles of weapons, cocked hats, rolls of sea charts, maps, and random treasures that cluttered the cabin.

It could be anywhere.

Once I locked him in irons, I would launch an exhaustive search. I would rip up every plank. Empty every chest. Topple over every barrel. If it failed to turn up, I would resort to torture. The psychological kind.

I knew exactly how to break the iniquitous Feral Priest.

โ€œSo your plan was to hold my compass hostage. Well done.โ€ I tossed back another swallow of rum, choking on my own bitterness. โ€œWhat happens next?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re clouded by anger, far more than I am at the moment. Understandably so.โ€ He ambled to the bookcase, selected the smallest of my three hourglasses, and held it up. โ€œThis one measures fifteen minutes?โ€

โ€œTen minutes.โ€ I squinted at him, burning to punch his perfectly composed face.

โ€œGood enough.โ€ He carried it to the bed and sat on the edge, testing the flow of sand between the glass globes. โ€œWe cannot have a fruitful

conversation until we work out this tension between us.โ€ โ€œI will notโ€”โ€

โ€œQuiet!โ€ The explosion of fury in his voice stopped my heart. Just as frightening was his ability to return to a placid tone. โ€œSince you seem unwilling to abandon the discomfort beneath your skirt, Iโ€™ll remedy that particular reluctance by offering an agreement.โ€

I tightened my hand around the rum bottleโ€”the weapon I would use to best him. โ€œGo on.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll give you pleasure, a worthwhile release, without the benefit of my own.โ€ His gaze softened. โ€œI owe you that much.โ€

A sting pricked my throat. Oh, how I loved and hated him. I focused on the latter. โ€œIโ€™ll have no part of that indiscriminate member between your legsโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll use only this finger.โ€ He held up a long, thick digit. โ€œIf I fail to bring you over the edge before the sand runs out, Iโ€™ll give you the location of the compass and debark at the first opportunity. Youโ€™ll never see me again.โ€

I didnโ€™t trust him. Not for a minute. โ€œIf you succeed?โ€

โ€œIf you come on my finger within the allotted time, Iโ€™ll have your forgiveness.โ€

โ€œReally, Priest.โ€ I made a scoffing sound. โ€œNever in the history of faithless husbands does a woman offer forgiveness at the crook of his finger.โ€

โ€œVery well. If I succeed, Iโ€™ll have my position reinstated as the master gunner on this ship. Iโ€™ll resume my role as your husband andย earnย your forgiveness.โ€

โ€œChops is the master gunner.โ€

โ€œChops can report to me. Or I can feed his innards to the gulls. Iโ€™m indifferent either way.โ€

He set the sand clock on the mattress and folded his hands on his lap, regarding me with an expectant look. It wasnโ€™t hopeful expectancy. Heย calculatedย on me agreeing to this.

We both knew I would. And we both knew he would win. Which was why I had no intention of playing by the rules.

I took another swill of rum and carried it with me to the bed. Stepping into theย Vย of his spread knees, I planted my boots against the insides of his and steeled my nerves.

โ€œSo, my stunning, unmanageable, ever-vexing wife,โ€ he murmured, tiptoeing his gaze up my body to meet my eyes. โ€œShall we get on with it, then?โ€

I gave a deliberate pause, pretending indecision. โ€œDo I have another option?โ€

โ€œHmm.โ€ He lifted my hand and kissed my fingers, his voice folding around me like nightshadeโ€”beautiful, exotic, deadly poisonous. โ€œPerhaps Iโ€™ll bend you over my knee like a bad little girl and leave usย bothย aching for release.โ€

โ€œYou owe me more than that.โ€

โ€œQuite so.โ€ His insidious stare taunted me over the fingers he held captive, his breath dipping into the valleys between each knuckle, teasing sensitive skin.

A shudder raked my body, puckering my nipples and unleashing hell on my focus. I ached for his touch, and my senses thickened with that need, sharpening and dulling in waves as I sought to control my reaction to him.

I knew what I needed to do. Anger would guide me. Ruthlessness would protect me. But the woman Iโ€™d once beenโ€”the wife, the lover, the sensual creature who craved affectionโ€”desperately wanted to postpone his pain.

And mine.

This was the last time I would be with my husband. I endeavored to savor it.

Hooking an arm around his broad shoulders, I held the bottle of rum against his back and straddled his lap. Then I pulled my fingers from his grip and allowed myself to touch him.

First, the soft brown hair that swept back from his forehead. Then the tender skin around silver eyes that watched me with unnerving patience. Then the blade-sharp cheekbones. The chiseled mouth that had caused me so much heartache. The wiry stubble that covered his jaw. A manโ€™s jaw. Square. Rough. Warm skin over bones forged from iron. He was majestic. Beastly. Regal. Peerless. Unreasonably handsome.

No oneโ€”not man or womanโ€”could look at him without stealing another look, and another, until those glimpses carved themselves into memory and established the benchmark by which all beauty was measured.

โ€œI hate that youโ€™re so good-looking.โ€ I roamed my free hand down his bare chest, marveling at the stone wall of muscle. โ€œYour beauty was our ultimate detriment, you realize.โ€

His gaze flickered to mine, open and distant at once. โ€œExplain that.โ€

โ€œWould your lover have given you a second glance, let alone a lengthy affair, if your face looked like uncured leather? If your ribs pressed against skin or your smile bore rotten teeth?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€ His expression blanked. โ€œHow did you meet her?โ€

His eyes hardened, warning me not to mention her again. โ€œWhat about you, Bennett? If I were ugly as a wart, would you have married me?โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ I traced the sculpted bow of his upper lip. โ€œYour pretty face has its appeal. But it was the intelligence in your conversations and the intensity of your devotion that ensnared me. When I realized that devotion wasnโ€™t real, your looks held no significance.โ€

He didnโ€™t need to know how many times tonight Iโ€™d acknowledged the effect his physical perfection had on me. It didnโ€™t matter. At the end of this, it would be the vivacious soul of the man that I would mourn the most.

His mouth flattened beneath my finger.

โ€œDonโ€™t look so offended.โ€ I patted his cheek. โ€œI only wonder what might have become of us had you been an average-looking fellow. Would you have been so easily lured from me?โ€

โ€œI wasnโ€™t easily lured away, and thoughย youย are painfully gorgeous to the eye, that wasnโ€™t what enthralled me, either.โ€

โ€œIs that so?โ€ I asked dryly.

โ€œThe first time I saw you, you were standing at the helm of this fifty- gun galleon, tearing into a man three times your size. He took his punishment with nothing but respect in his eyes.โ€ He smiled a reluctant smile. โ€œIโ€™ve watched great men rule great ships, and they donโ€™t hold a fraction of the esteem that you do. You, this tiny ferocious woman, commanding a crew of one-hundred-and-twenty unruly, quarrelsome, lusty- minded men, and none of them so much as touch you. They wouldnโ€™t dare.โ€

โ€œOne of them dared.โ€ I leaned in, hovering a breath away.

โ€œYes, well, Iโ€™ve spent a lifetime taking risks.โ€ He brushed his lips against mine. โ€œBut none so satisfying as the one I took with you.โ€

Then he took again, with his hand in my hair and his tongue in my mouth. That hot stolen kiss, from the man who broke my heart, did exactly what it meant to do.

The tension in my limbs loosened. The ice in my veins thawed, and the shreds of my reason disintegrated as I sank into his splendor. His addictive

taste, his confident touch, his throaty sounds, his salt-water scentโ€”all of it would forever reside among my best and worst memories.

I couldโ€™ve spent an eternity feeding on his lush lips. The seconds in which we fell into effortless passion wouldโ€™ve required weeks with anyone else. Our bodies came together in a mutual grind. Hearts finding the same beat. Tongues sliding in sync. Breaths melding as one.

He broke the kiss.

I followed his glance to the side, watching as he flipped over the hourglass, initiated the trickle of sand, and slid a hand beneath the skirt of my shift.

With a single finger, he traced my thigh from knee to hip before sinking between my legs and tunneling directly into my soaked heat.

I ceased breathing, and my pulse ran away from me as erotic tingles swept through every inch of my body.

He slowly eased out and drew an unhurried circle around my entrance, once, twice, igniting spasms along my grasping, greedy muscles. Then he plunged that finger again, groaning when he felt how hot and tight and wet and needy I was. I might as well have been a virgin, given the way I responded to his intrusion. Itโ€™d been so damn long since Iโ€™d been touched.

This was dangerous. Insane. Unsound. And so very right.

I had years of regrets, but denying myself one last ride on his experienced hand would not be one of them.

And so it began. In and out, around and around, he fingered me with a skill of a libertine. I liquefied around every curling pull and moaned with every leaden thrust, sagging against the pillar of his torso as shivering bursts of pleasure wound me tighter, hotter.

I was slippery and unashamed, and he was the intoxicant, spinning me and drowning me with his mastery of my body. Relief was so close I could feel the shimmering, taunting edge of it.

At the centrum of the sensations was his mouthโ€”his hot, treacherous mouth moving against mine in a languorous slide of damp flesh and heated breaths. He tasted like the ocean, deep and turbulent, liberating and comforting, familiar and sacred. There was a time when heโ€™d represented all those things.

Sinuous pressure coursed through me, gathering around the stroke of his finger. But a peek at the sandglass filled me with dread. Such an insignificant amount of grains had passed through.

โ€œBy my estimate, thatโ€™s one minute down.โ€ He crooked his finger inside me and dragged my lips back to his, panting hungrily. โ€œNine more to go.โ€

He didnโ€™t need ten minutes to give me a release. He could do it in two.

But outlasting the clock wasnโ€™t my aim.

With his breaths crashing against my mouth and the impossibly long, swollen length of him pressing against my inner thigh, it was time. He was mindless enough, his guard effectively compromised as he closed his eyes and drove his finger deep into the drenched folds of my flesh.

My throat constricted as I put my lips at his ear and whispered, โ€œLet this be a lesson in betrayal.โ€

โ€œWhaโ€”?โ€

I shoved his chest with all the strength in my arm and smashed the bottle of rum against the side of his head. Through a spray of liquor and glass, the world stood still as he stared at me in disbelief.

Then he slumped like a sack of grain. His back hit the mattress. His body went limp between my legs, and blood spurted from the jagged wound near his temple.

He was unconscious.

The rancid taste of grief flooded my mouth. My sinuses burned, and fire scorched the backs of my eyes. What kind of woman hurt the man she loved?

โ€œIโ€™m so sorry.โ€ I lay my cheek on his chest and released a choking cry of relief and agony.

I cried for the marriage Iโ€™d bungled so miserably. For the man whose faithlessness had taught me a hard lesson in trust. And for the love I was letting go after so many years of holding on.

It was time to move past this. Time to find the compass, lock my demon in the bilge, and hold him captive until he was as finished with me as I was with him.

Wiping away tears, I stretched toward his face and kissed his slack lips.

It hurt to do so.

It hurt to climb to my feet and not kiss him again.

It hurt to turn away and straighten my undergarments. But I did it.

I put him behind me, pulled in a deep breath, and shouted for my quartermaster.

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