Ashley wanted to talk instead of untying me?ย The devil fetch him!
With his eyes locked on mine, he waited, his head tilting deliberately as if to distract me from whatever emotion he guarded. He seemed to believe he was untouchable, impenetrable, especially holding that knife. But if he meant to cut me, he wouldโve done so by now.
Iโd punched him earlier. Hell, Iโd landed a few good hits across that pretty face. Yet there wasnโt a trace of blood on his person.
โYour shirt.โ I parted my lips and bit the wedge of apple off his blade, chewing lazily.
โGo on.โ His disinterested tone grated as he carved another piece.
โYou removed it, the frock, and those ridiculous shoes before we fought.โ I opened my mouth and accepted the next slice while considering my bloody shirt. โYou knew I would attack you and didnโt want your precious clothing to get ruined like mine. Since youโre wearing the shirt again, you must believe there will be no more bloodshed between us.โ
Something lit in his eyes. Appreciation. I hadnโt missed it that time. He liked that I had a brain and knew how to use it.
Well, it wasnโt difficult to guess that he prided himself on his appearance. He reeked of vanity.
โWhat you said about my fatherโฆโ I pressed my lips together, refusing the next cut of apple. โYou were purposefully baiting my temper.โ
โAnd you fell for it.ย Literally.โ
He pivoted, leaving me suspended on the rail to amble through his sleeping quarters. The apple core and knife went on a small table. From an armoire, he removed another dark blue frock and shrugged it on. Black leather boots came next. He took his time lacing them over his wool stockings before returning to me. On his way, he passed a sea chest, where he grabbed a large glass bottle.
Uncorking it, he brought the drink to my lips. The syrupy, toasted sugar flavor of rum burst across my tongue. I gulped it down, taking long, greedy swills until my chest burned.
I coughed, wanting more, my eyes locked on the bottle. Instead of taking it away, he drifted closer,ย all of him, with his nose at my throat, inhaling.
โStop smelling me.โ My insides cringed.
I tried to close my legs, but his hips prevented the attempt.
โIโve never met a female like you.โ He dragged his nose through the wind-blown curls of my hair and returned to my neck. โYou smell like the sea.โ
Masculine heat pressed into the juncture of my thighs, which was a great degree less deceptive than the implication in his soft voice or the lazy indifference in his half-mast eyes.
โLook at you.โ His gaze roved from my legs to my face, lingering on my mouth. โHow can something so small rouse such widespread fear in the kingโs navy?โ
โIโm a magical witch.โ I squirmed and bucked, trying to dislodge him. He patronized me with the click of his tongue and set aside the rum.
Then he pushed closer, making me horrifyingly aware that my futile wriggling had hardened the flesh in his tight breeches, extending that swollen girth down his thigh.
โIt seems, my lord, that youโre unable to hideย everyย reaction.โ I attempted to kick free of the iron grip on my knees. โUntie me at once.โ
He made a scoffing sound. โYouโre a snarling, immodest, uncouth creature. I knew better than to tie you up. When an animal is rabid, you donโt put a leash on it. You put it out of its misery.โ
โCall me whatever you please. It doesnโt change the bulgingย want
between your legs.โ
โYou have no idea what I want.โ He caught my throat in a bruising fist, immobilizing me. โIf you did, you would curl into yourself and tremble for
mercy.โ
I wanted to tell him I didnโt curl up or tremble for anyone. But I was doing both now, hunching and shaking and gasping for breath in the painful collar of his hand.
Bending over me, he pressed every inch of his body against every inch of mine. His impressive height and latitude of shoulders consumed my field of view and suffocated my senses. And his scentโฆ Dear lord, he smelled clean. The soap he used to bathe, the aromatic mint on his lips, the cedar oil on his skinโthe concoction was an aphrodisiac flooding what little air trickled in through my nose.
The sight of his powerful physique before without a shirt had struck me with sizzling awareness of his beauty. And now, with the blue coat stretching across the solid expanse of his chest, his nearness had the same effect.
I bit down on my tongue, but I couldnโt quell my shaking.
How many times had I faced down a cruel, attractive man and came out on top? I was more brazen than any titled lady, physically stronger than the average woman. Priest was the only person whoโd managed to knock my knees out from under me. Because Iโd let him. And Iโd learned.
But I was no match for a man who dangled me over the bellowing sea without a hint of pity or slack. As tightly as he was squeezing my airway, his face should have been on fire with fury. Yet he maintained his usual phlegmatic expression. Chillingly calm. Self-possessed.
โAshleyโฆโ My lips moved without sound or breath.ย Please, release me.
He shifted, trapping one of my knees between the rail and his hips. Maintaining his hold on my neck, he lifted my other leg and tossed it off the balcony.
Panic surged, and I flailed, trying to adjust my weight to straddle the balustrade. But the rope didnโt reach, and he allowed me no space to move. The position suspended me in the air with one leg hooked over the rail and the other kicking into the darkness.
Fighting gravity and fatigue, I couldnโt close my thighs. I twisted uselessly, spread wide open with the warm wind smiting my feminine flesh. โAshley, stop! What are youโ?โ
He slammed his palm between my legs with unholy force.
Pain exploded, and I cried out soundlessly, gulping and flinching through a stunned spasm. He loosened his grip on my throat as if he wanted
to hear me scream. Then he struck my cunt again, forcefully, brutally, with his open hand, unleashing hell on my tender nub of nerves.
The shirt blocked his view of my nudity, but his strokes aimed true. He hit me over and over, bending into each blow and targeting my clitoris.
His breathing shortened into bursts of grunts, and his pelvis smashed against my trapped leg, grinding his erection as he swung.
My screams came unbidden as I rotated my bound hands, desperate to be freed, buzzing from the agonizing sensory stimulation. And something else.
The fiery heat of his hand made me throb. His touch never lingered, but every time it landed, I anticipated the next strike, the stinging burn, and the deep pulsations that I refused to accept.
Priest used to torment me so beautifully this way. His spanking, choking, biting proclivities had a wicked effect on my desire for him. But that had been in a willing, loving environment. This was notย that.
This was wrong.
I didnโt have to battle my bodyโs reaction to the sensual pain. My brain took over, shutting down pleasure centers, stiffening my joints, and tensing the muscles between my legs.
As if Ashley detected my mental retreat, he pulled back, his hand hovering in the air. Blue eyes smoldered beneath feathery black lashes, sparking as he took my measure.
โYou can fight it.โ He straightened and cleared the rasp in his voice. โBut your body is still a whore.โ
โSo is yours.โ I directed my gaze at the sizable bulge in his skin-tight breeches.
The corner of his mouth rose. The tiniest twist.
โWhy?โ Goddammit, I hurt. Everything pulsed and scorched as if doused in liquid fire. โWhy hit meย there?โ
โBecause I can.โ He drew in a lung-filling breath and shouted, โSergeant Smithley!โ
My eyes widened, and my pulse raged. โDonโt send me back down there. I can be reasonable.โ
โYouโre incapable of being reasonable or civilized. But while youโre on my ship, youย willย meet the minimum standards of courtesy.โ
He stepped back, capturing my swinging leg and hooking it over the rail. Once again, I sat on the balustrade at a backward angle. I immediately
squeezed my thighs together.
At the sound of the exterior door opening, he folded his hands behind him and tipped his head, his eyes trained on mine.
Two chambers away, beyond his broad frame, a silhouette appeared in the dining cabin. The movement inched into the day cabin, and a shaft of moonlight illuminated Sergeant Smithleyโs blank face.
He paused there as if he werenโt allowed to enter the sleeping chamber. โYes, my lord?โ
โShould something happen to meโฆโ Ashley kept his back to the soldier and his gaze pinned on mine. โIf I fall ill, become injured, or perish, what have you been ordered to do with Miss Sharp?โ
โReturn her to the hold, my lord. She shall be transported to England with or without you.โ
โVery good, Sergeant. That will be all.โ
The soldier slipped out of view without a glance in my direction. When the click of the door sounded his departure, Ashley picked up the knife.
My heart rate spun as I tried to piece together what was happening. If he meant to kill me, he wouldnโt have called in his sergeant to prove a point.
Dangling me in front of Madwulf MacNally, baiting me into a fistfight, hanging me over the sea, and summoning his sergeantโevery action had been calculated.
He was establishing boundaries.
Stepping into me, he pushed his hips against my clenched knees and positioned the knife at the knot on my wrists. โOpen your legs.โ
In one tingling swoop, the command heated me with arousal and chilled me with dread. I couldnโt fight him on this. If he intended to sever the rope and not my hands, he needed a closer angle.
I spread my legs.
โGood girl.โ He straightened the shirt over my knees without looking and stretched over my inclined body. โGrab hold of me.โ
He cut the knot.
As it unraveled from my arms, he didnโt touch me or try to prevent me from falling. He gripped the rail on either side of my hips, forcing me to reach for him. And reach I did. Clinging with arms and legs, I wrapped myself around the formidable pillar of his rock-hard frame.
โRemember this, Bennett.โ He turned his head, feathering his lips against my ear. โI am the only thing standing between you and Madwulf.
Turn a weapon on me, and your time on this ship will be spent on your back beneath the hunger of forty unwashed men.โ
The wind grabbed my hair and tried to wrench me out to the sea. I dug my fingers into his muscled back and pressed my face against his chest, absorbing his words and cleaving to his strength.
He didnโt need to keep me in restraints. Didnโt need to guard his weapons. Didnโt need his soldiers to thwart my actions. He imprisoned me with a solid, genuine threat.
โYou can wander freely.โ His mouth moved against my cheek. โIโve been very clear about what will happen if you attack me or any man on this ship.โ
My stomach hardened.
He gripped my arm and pulled me down from the rail. My legs wobbled as I stepped into his sleeping chamber, looking for a place to sit.
A privacy screen concealed the washbasin and chamber pot. A chair sat beside the armoire. Within the wall across from that was a vaulted chamber made to enclose the overstuffed mattress on three sides.
The air smelled like mint and cedar and cleanliness. Every breath I took was too intimate, too masculine, tooย him. Where did he expect me to sleep?
My gaze flitted to the bed and jerked away.
As much as I needed to collapse, I chose to stand. โHow did you recognize me?โ
โI didnโt.โ He set the knife on the small table beside me.
I sagged beneath the throbbing accumulation of the dayโs injuries with no desire to look at the knife and even less desire to use it.
โIf you set that there to test my intelligence, Iโm offended.โ I gave the hilt a hard flick and left it spinning like a wheel on the table as I strolled away. โOn a good day I can wield a blade against armies of men twice my size. You should also know Iโm a dead shot with a pistol. But todayโs not a good day.โ
His face, too smooth and polished to require a barberโs razor, gave no reaction.
โCan I be frank with you, Ashley?โ I wandered through his private space, touching everything from blankets and clothing to furniture and trinkets just to annoy him.
โI expect nothing less.โ
โAfter being thrown off a shipย twiceย in one day, only to end the night with a ruthless spanking on my lady partsโโ
โThe night isnโt over.โ
I flung a glare at him. โI cannot simply forget these things occurred. You can trust that when I fall asleep, Iโll dream of my hands throttling your throat until your lips turn blue, and your eyes pop from your face like corks. Butโฆโ I held up a finger without looking at him. โIโm not foolish enough to retaliate. When I make mistakes, I learn from them.โ
I turned and pointed at my swollen jaw, just one of the many aches heโd inflicted in the past few hours.
โIโm pleased to hear that you understand my expectations.โ He braced his boots in a noble stance and raised his squared jaw, staring down his nose at me.
โGodโs teeth, Commodore.โ I squinted up at him. โDo you ever grow tired of maintaining that stiff upper lip?โ
โDo you ever grow tired of mocking the great and the good?โ โNo. Positively never.โ
He stood like a statue for a minute or twenty. At length, he dragged a palm down his face, over his mouth, and let his shoulder drop against the wall.
Better?ย His cocked eyebrow asked. The stiff lip was impossibly stiffer.
I shook my head. โLord Ashley Cutler. All suited and booted and looking polished enough to hold the kingโs cock while he pisses.โ
โYour mouth is appalling.โ His gaze slid to the object of his gall.
โIs that your appalled expression? It looks the same as all your others, so I canโt be sure. But honestly, Ashley, if my mouth disturbs you, why do you stare at it so?โ
His eyes returned to mine. Deep blue gemstone eyes, thickly lashed and sensually hooded. Oh, how they must grow weary of watching females swoon in his path.
Flickering lantern light gilded his sculpted features and cast shadows over his perfectly combed, inky black hair. So shiny and lush, that hair. It was hard to believe it had ever been exposed to sun or salty air.
He was magnificent to behold, a distinguished officer in his prime who had just won a war and sailed across an ocean to capture Madwulf
MacNally and the daughter of Edric Sharp. He would be the envy of his peers upon his return.
How long had he been at sea? Was he in a hurry to sail home? I was wildly curious to know what he was thinking as he answered my shameless appraisement with a calmer, more detached reserve.
โDo you have a lady in England youโre anxious to reunite with?โ I crossed my arms, standing a foot away.
โNo.โ
No surprise there. When it came to women, he put more effort into spanking a clitoris than wooing a heart.
As I understood the situation, I would have a month to scrape information from his brain. Right now I had only so much energy left before my face planted itself onto the floor. The remainder of my questions would have to wait. Except one.
โHow did you find me?โ
โI was hunting another pirate, and he led me to you.โ
Priest? It wasnโt possible. No one outside our circle of trust knew our connection.
My head pounded with panic and fatigue, but I kept my voice neutral. โWho?โ
โCharles Vane.โ
โAh.โ Grief collided with relief. I showed neither on my face. โConvenient for you.โ
โAbundantly. With Vane dead, you were my next target. But, by the time I learned of your arrival in Jamaica, you already weighed anchor and set sail. Rather suddenly, wasnโt it?โ
โYouโre not the only one hunting me.โ
โBut Iโm the only one who apprehended you.โ
Arrogant fool.ย If he only knew that Priest Farrell had nabbed me first. Oh, how I wanted to tell him he couldโve captured Edric Sharpโs daughterย andย the Feral Priest if he hadnโt fallen for my ruse.
But my marriage was my most guarded secret and greatest hope for escape.
โIf you didnโt recognize me,โ I said, โhow did you find me?โ
โNo one could accurately describe your image. You did well keeping that unknown. Until now. But I didnโt need to know what you looked like. I studied your behavior, your track worn in the sea, and lore that follows you.
Your affiliation with Charles Vane. The galleon you commanded, which boasts no flags, figureheads, or markings. And your penchant for freeing slaves.โ
I closed my eyes, released a slow breath, and glared at him. โYou found the sunken slave ship.โ
โI received word of it when dead seamen and burned timber washed ashore west St. Christopher. The attack had your stamp of ownership all over it. โTwas easy to track you from there.โ
My hands clenched, but I couldnโt regret that raid. Weโd saved two young African men that day. Besides, with Ashley on my trail since Jamaica, he wouldโve caught me eventually. Just like Priest had.
He straightened from the wall and breezed past me, headed to the armoire. From a drawer within, he removed a blue three-cornered hat trimmed in feathers and jammed it on his head. From another drawer, he pulled out a long swath of linsey-woolsey and splayed it on the mattress.
A gentlemanโs loose nightgown.
Priest had never worn a stitch of clothing to bed. I preferred nudity, as well. But not here.
โIs that for me?โ I lifted the hem, rubbing the coarse cloth between my fingers, relieved it wasnโt transparent.
โYes.โ He flicked a finger toward the privacy screen. โWash yourself before retiring.โ
He pivoted and strode toward the dining cabin, dressed in full uniform as if he were going somewhere.
โAshley?โ I waited until I had his eyes. โWhere do I sleep?โ
โThere.โ He thrust his steely chin at the bed behind me and resumed walking.
โWhere are you sleeping?โ At his silence, I hurried after him. โWhere are you going?โ
The click of the exterior door sounded his exit.
A growl of frustration vibrated in my chest. I raced past the desk in the day cabin, around the table in the dining cabin, and swung open the door.
Ashley stood on the other side, boots spread apart, hands clasped behind him, and blue eyes narrowed on mine. Expecting me.
My breath came up short. โYou said I could wander freely.โ
โNot dressed like that.โ He shifted to the side and motioned at the two lieutenants behind him.
The men bustled in, carrying piles of mismatched fabric. They dumped the tattered garments on the table, along with a platter of sewing supplies, and swept out of the cabin.
โThereโs enough cloth there,โ he said. โYou will fashion a proper wardrobe for yourself before you leave these quarters.โ
โI donโt know how to sew.โ I folded my arms over my chest.
He bent toward me and put his nose inches from mine. โYour upbringing says otherwise.โ
I blinked, searching for the best retort. It was true that Lady Abigail Leighton had taught me how to work with a needle and thread. But the only sewing Iโd done in the past seven years involved open wounds and bleeding flesh.
Another man stepped into the room, carrying a small medicine chest that rattled with glass vials.
โMadam.โ The blond man glanced at my raw wrists, bloody shirt, and throbbing jaw. โIโm Lieutenant Flemming, the shipโs surgeon. Letโs look at your injuries, shall we?โ
Shocked, I watched the wardroom warrant officer stride toward the day cabin. Behind him trailed a younger uniformed man holding a tray of fruit, meats, and biscuits.
After everything Ashley had unleashed on me today, never in a thousand lifetimes would I have expected this level of decency. There must be a catch.
When I turned back to the doorway, Ashley was gone.