โDetermination fortified my spine as I eased back onto the barrel, spread my legs, and resumed my erotic self-stimulation. โTell me where you hid the compass, Mr. Farrell, and Iโll wash every inch of your body myself.โโ
Priest balled his blistered hands on his thighs and set his jaw.
โItโs easy, darling.โ Naked from end to end, I let my head fall on my shoulders, arched my back, and worked my fingers between my legs. โJust tell me where it is, and Iโll give you relief.โ
โIf I give you the compass, Iโll lose you.โ His voice grated, thick with agony and dangerous hunger. โYouโll put me ashore on the next desolate beach, and I canโtโฆ I willย notย spend another day without you.โ
โYou already lost me.โ I twisted my hand, sliding it through my slickness. โIf you donโt give me the compass, Iโll finish myself off. Then Iโll call your brother down here and let him fill me over and over until I finish again.โ
His low menacing growl brought my head up.
He captured my eyes. โIt doesnโt matter how far we fall, how much pain we inflict, or how dark it becomes in the ruin. Iโm going to be with you, waiting for you, loving you,ย forgivingย you. Iโm never letting go, Bennett.ย Never.โ
My fingers faltered with the hitch of my breath.
When he said things like that, I wanted so badly to believe him. But no wordsโno matter how achingly profoundโcould change the past.
โYou hurt me.โ My voice splintered. โUnforgivably.โ
His chin descended to his chest, magnifying the slopes of his proud shoulders as he regarded me from beneath the intensity of his brow.
I was losing my nerve, my arousal, the desire to torture him.
My thoughts had never been so contorted, my tongue so knotted. Dear lord, it was a good thing none of my crew bore witness to my lapse in cruelty. They wouldnโt understand.
โGive me her name.โ Needles stung the backs of my eyes. โNo.โ
My heart galloped fiercely, but I wouldย notย cry.
When it came to secrets, Priest was an impenetrable steel cage. Heโd kept his mouth shut about our marriage, and despite my threats, he continued to protect his anonymous lover. He would never break his silence.
โTell me about the burn scars on your leg,โ I said. โNo. Donโt ask again.โ
Another secret.
I closed my eyes and curled my fingers, cupping the heat in the valley of my thighs, teetering on the verge of giving up. Sitting here, completely exposed with my legs openโฆ I felt sick.
This wasnโt me. I tortured evil men. Killed monsters without hesitation or regret. But Iโd never been a tease. When I offered myself, I followed through on that promise. Anything less was weak.
โBennett.โ His Welsh cadence caressed my bare skin, making me shiver. โLook at me.โ
My lashes felt too heavy to lift, but I opened my eyes, not surprised to find the churning storm in his.
How foolish was I to underestimate him? There were no answers in his intractable gaze, no hint of surrender beyond the next thought. There was only this moment and an offer of punishment and pleasure.
โHurt me.โ His eyes gleamed with the command. โTouch yourself. Do it knowing I would die to be your hands, to slide through all that wetness, to experience the heat of your orgasm, to feel it gripping and sucking for more.โ He wet his lips. โTo hold me at armโs length and deny me your loveโฆ Itโs the worst torture.โ
โWorse than watching me with another man?โ
โSame thing.โ He let his gaze drift downward, absorbing every curve and indentation of my body, lingering so long in places I could have sworn
my skin caught fire. โWhether youโre alone or with another, the result is the same. Youโre not with me.โ
Silence fell around us, shutting out the world and suspending us in a volatile cocoon.
He remained on his knees, head down, watching me through his lashes. His fists squeezed on his thighs, the inflammation turning his fingers dark red and swollen.
โGo on,โ he breathed into the hush. โPunish me. Finger that beautiful cunt. Show me what you think I lost.โ
It wasnโt his words that stirred my hand into motion. It was the turbulent look in his eyes. The challenge. Did I have it in me to touch myself without touching him? Could he sit there and watch without losing control?
I went for it. Spreading my legs, my fingers digging into my flesh, I drove my strokes up inside, using himโthe glorious view of his body, the memory of our lovemaking, the pained look on his face. I used him for my own pleasure. He was the muse that inspired the languorous burning in my veins, the uncontrollable trembling in my thighs, and the moans singing past my lips.
Sinews tensed in his neck. Muscles bounced in his jaw. His mouth opened on the surge of his breaths, but otherwise, he remained still.ย Behaving himself.
His self-restraint only further aroused me, and when I finally reached that peak of venereal excitement, I cried out, twitching from head to toe and squirting all over my hand.
I caught myself before I toppled off the cask and sucked in great gulps of air.
His breaths continued to hiss past gnashed teeth, his hands white- knuckled on his lap, and his full attention locked on my dripping swollen cunt.
As the tingling remnants of orgasm faded, the crushing need to feel him inside me didnโt abate. Nothing would ever compare to what Iโd once had with Priest Farrell.
My legs wobbled as I stepped to the water bucket and washed my hands and thighs. He didnโt speak, but I felt his gaze caressing the lines of my back.
Snatching the shirt from the floor, I pulled it over my head and started toward the ladder.
โWhat if the compass isnโt the map?โ His gravelly voice brought me to a halt.
He never cared about the treasure. Never once expressed an interest in being wealthy. He had the dominating disposition to command his own ship, and he did that now and then. But he never kept the vessels he seized. He justโฆgave them away.
Priest was a slave to his carnal desires, a worshiper of the standing prick between his legs. He would followย itย before anything else.
โWhy do you care?โ I turned to face him.
โBecause you do. What if the map isย insideย the instrument?โ
โYou think I havenโt considered that? Thereโs no keyhole. No openings.โ My head pounded as irritation threaded through my tone. โIt doesnโt open.โ
โI located the inventor who crafted it.โ
โYou say?โ My face numbed, and a ringing sound erupted in my ears. โDuring my exhaustive search for you, I found some old acquaintances
of Edric Sharp. One fellow knew another fellow and so on. I followed the trail. The man who designed your compass died years ago, but I had an interesting conversation with his son. The lad didnโt take up his fatherโs skill, but he remembered some of the unusual techniques.โ
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. โDid you tell him about my compass?โ
โNo, I would never risk that. But he mentioned that all his fatherโs instruments required two things. One, a physical key.โ His gaze shifted to my throat.
My hand leaped to the jade stone I wore there, my fingers tracing the serrated cuts on the surface. Shaped like a thumb and half as narrow, it resembled a key. I always thought it could beย theย key, but it didnโt fit anywhere on the compass.
โNo keyhole, remember?โ I dropped my hand, taking my hopes with it. โThe notch will reveal itself if given the correct combination of
movements. Thatโs the second requirement. Every instrument was built with a key and a list of verbal instructions.ย Something to hide on your body and something to hide in your mind.ย The ladโs words.โ
When my father had given me the instrument, heโd said,ย Start and end north.
The devil knew how many times I tried that combination of movements over the years, rotating the compass over and over. Nothing had happened.
โDid he teach you any songs?โ Priest asked.
Yes. A lot of songs. Most of them chants that narrated the maritime tasks of sailors. I couldnโt possibly remember them all. If the answer was in one of those, how could my father have expected me to know which verse held a secret meaning?
He wouldnโt have.
What if this was just another of Priestโs manipulations? With my body buzzing from orgasm and the flavor of his lips upon my tongue, what better way to distract me from torture than to tease me with hope about my compass?
Iโd come down here to learn the truth, and he didnโt want me to leave.
Leaving meant I would return with another man.
He was smart enough to steal my compass and earn passage aboard my ship. Cunning enough to hold it hostage as a guaranteed ticket to remain on board. Persuasive enough to send me out of here less satisfied, less certain, every damn time.
He was always ten steps ahead of me.
I couldnโt dismiss the information heโd shared about the compass, but there was naught I could do about it until I held it in my possession again.
โIโll be back with Reynolds.โ I didnโt spare him or his blistered hands another glance as I climbed the ladder and pushed open the hatch.
The moment it lifted, an outstretched arm greeted me. Long fingers, black skin, white scarsโฆ What the devil was Jobah doing down here?
He grabbed my arm and lifted me out too quickly for this to be a social call.
My rising panic exploded when I glimpsed the turmoil on his face. โWhat happened?โ
He kicked the hatch closed and started dragging stores of food and water over the top of it. โSails on our aft, stealing our wind and closing in fast.โ
I stood motionless, momentarily stunned, as he hauled and shuffled casks. There was only one reason he would conceal the entrance to the bilge.
He was preparing for boarders.
That meant the ship on our aft was fast enough, heavy enough,ย armed
enough to overtake us and search our holds. โRoyal Navy?โ My voice quivered. โIโm afraid so, Captain.โ
Priest and I were two of the most wanted pirates on this side of the world.
It was possible our British pursuers didnโt have an accurate description of my identity. I always went ashore incognito, making it difficult for my enemies to recognize me. But Priest never tried to hide who he was or what he looked like. His face was sketched in newspapers all over the West Indies.
If the kingโs men found him, they would hang him.
I jumped in to help Jobah, my hands shaking as I shoved the heavy containers. โHow many guns?โ
โMore than we carry. You should hide in the hold with your husband.โ
I flung him a glare that wouldโve shriveled the testicles on a lesser man. โYes, I know. Youโd rather hang.โ He sighed. โItโs your neck.โ
It would be every neck on my crew if I lost command of this ship. โWhat are we dealing with?โ I heaved another barrel.
โWe believe sheโs a one-hundred-gun ship of the line.โ โA warship? What theโ?โ
โThatโs confirmed!โ Reynolds scrambled down the companionway behind me. โCaptain! Topside, now!โ
โIโll finish here.โ Jobah gave me a push. โGo.โ
My heart rate blew up as I chased Reynolds to the top, scaling ladders, sprinting through passageways, and shouting, โAll hands on deck and man the guns!โ