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Gill whisked me in the opposite direction and thumped Nemo on the chest. “My turn now, big boy.”
I can’t deny that something about Gill claiming me did something to me. Turned me upside down and spun me ‘round and ‘round like a forceful beach wave. A part of me still longed to be in Nemo’s arms after everything we’d shared last night. But that was at odds with the dark Nyssa who wanted only Gill by her side tonight.
Gill pressed me protectively to him, dragging me into the tavern first.
Fin followed, his steps light compared with Nemo’s stomping; the big merman was making his annoyance clear.
Having the three of them with me did little to comfort my fraying nerves. I was well out of my depth in a place like this, and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. My mermen wouldn’t be able to fight our way out if the whole place turned on us.
Smoke from cigarettes and cigars filled the room with a thick haze. Fire lamps coated everything in a reddish glow. Broken glass littered the rotting wooden floor. I could hardly breathe from the hazy smoke, body odor, bad breath, and the aroma of alcohol filling the air. All eyes inside the tavern landed on us. Half the patrons stopped talking and laughing. Lecherous gazes panned across my body. Every cell in me screamed at me to get out of there.
Gill leaned into me and whispered, “They can smell innocence like yours a mile away. Hang off me like you want to fuck me.”
Despite my terror, his dirty words lit a fire in my panties and set my juices flowing. His hand found my ass and squeezed.
A whore to our left slid her hand down her man’s body, and he leaned back and sighed.
Copying her, I draped myself over Gill like seaweed curtains, pretending he was my lover. I ran my hand along his rock-hard chest, circling his nipples, turning them hard beneath his white shirt and vest.
“Keep doing that, Princess,” Gill growled in my ear, “and I might have to take you on one of these tables.”
That idea did two things to me—one, it filled me with disgust and shyness, and two, it turned me. The thought of all these people watching us made my knees weak. I smiled a wicked, sexy smile and ran my fingers through his hair.
“You’re good at this,” he said.
His tone of voice coaxed a darkness out of me, one that wanted to play, get dirty, talk filthy, and I wanted to dive into it and explore.
This experience was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
Some asshole blew his cigar smoke all over me. The urge to cough and sputter pounded at me. But I held it in, causing my lungs to burn. A whore should be used to that foul stench.
Nemo leaned in and said to Gill, “You know I’m going to kill you for this, right?”
“Oh, yeah.” Gill thumped him on the chest again.
Previously, I’d found Nemo’s jealousy over Fin kind of cute. But having both Nemo and Gill fighting for my affections was really turning me on in a twisted way. Sea god. I was turning into a hussy.
A waitress served drinks to the table behind us. The customers tossed back their shots three in a row, obviously seasoned drinkers.
“I’d love a piece of that ass,” one man snarled as we went past.
Gill took out his knife, backtracked with me in his arms, and jammed it in the wooden table. “Over my dead body.”
My heart pounded so hard, I feared my chest cavity might explode. What was he doing? Was he asking for a fight?
The man stood and kicked his chair aside. “Want to start trouble, friend?”
“I ain’t no friend of yours,” snarled Gill. “Don’t go looking at my whore like that, or I’ll peel the skin off your face and eat it.”
Gill’s violent threat startled me. Would he really do such a thing if the situation called for it? Or was that part of his act?
The bartender kept on pouring drinks as if these kinds of conflicts were regular occurrences. I imagined his job wasn’t easy, witnessing people being beaten and killed daily, leaving him with the responsibility of cleaning up the mess. Was the wage really worth it? I guessed I’d never know.
Keeping in character, I wove an arm under Gill’s and over his chest. “Come, my love. Don’t waste your time. He couldn’t afford me. He’d taste like cheap wine. I bet his cock is covered with scabies.”
In the back of my mind, the good little Nyssa gasped, shocked to her core. But the adventurous side of me sailed on the thrill of it all.
The man’s hand balled into a fist, as if he were considering punching me in the mouth for my comments.
