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“Sir, we’ve arrived.”
CHAPTER FIVE
SERENITY
Here’s my chance for escape.
I kick out, making contact. I bounce to my feet, grab the sheet and haul ass toward the half-open door. A surprised man in a white uniform stumbles back, but I don’t stop. With shaky hands, I tuck the ends of the sheet around my bouncing breasts and take two steps at a time as I bound down one level, then another. I squint into the sunlight and tumble down yet another set of stairs leading to the starboard side. And what I hope is my freedom.
I run to the railing, the clinking of my cuffs giving away my position. Shit. I need to hurry. Panic sends my heart into a full-on race.
A plan. I need a plan.Ohh... breathe, Serenity.
An island. There’s bound to be people. A phone. My phone. Instinct has me grabbing for my back pocket and then I remember I’m wearing nothing but a sheet. And there’s no way I’m going back to his cabin so he can tie me up again. Bastard pirate of a man. Lucas Bellamy. I slam my hands down on the railing and the clank of my cuffs rings out.
I want to slap myself so hard for the stunt I pulled last night. My body heats just from the thought of all he did to me.
“Starboard side!”
I hear Lucas call out and that does a good job of throwing my thoughts to the back of my mind and what I have to do next squarely in my sights.
I rip the sheet from my body and do the last thing I ever saw myself doing.
I jump overboard and into the aqua-colored waters so clear I can see schools of fish swimming around like there’s not a kidnapping going on right above their heads.
I pull on my fascination with mermaids and do my best impersonation. Swimming while cuffed is not recommended, but I’m doing my best here, and damn it there’s no way I’m going to let Lucas fucking Bellamy catch me again.
I hear a splash from behind me and part of me hopes it’s a shark eating his gorgeous body so I can get away.
I risk a look. Nope, not a shark. At least not the version I was hoping for. I kick harder, thankful for the push of the waves.
“Swim my pretty captive, I’m right behind you and we’re going to finish what we started.”
His heated words chase me and I swim harder, faster, and don’t stop until I feel sand beneath my feet. I push up, water sluices down my naked body and just as I reach the edge of the water, where the waves barely touch my toes, arms grab me from behind.
He turns me around, pulling the sight of the house on the hill, my rescue waiting to happen, from view.
My wet body easily glides against his. Between us his cock presses against my belly and I am momentarily speechless. Ya, some fighter I am. “Let me go, you stubborn, kidnapping, mafia, pirate asshole.”
He laughs a deep, dark sound that has no right to reach into me and make me desire him. But it does.
He winds my hair around his fist and tilts my mouth up to his.
“Asshole, huh?” His lips brush mine as he speaks. “You liked me finger-fucking yours last night for sure.” This close I marvel at the sight of his eyes shifting several shades darker than midnight as he speaks. “Last night you called my cock a god. You even fell to your knees to worship me with your mouth. Why the change of heart?”
My gut clenches for a second. I can tell he is baiting me, wanting me to fight him a little more. The bastard gets harder the longer I fight him. I can feel his muscles clenching, coiling ready to spring should I actually get free of him.
Those strong hands of his hold me tight and one is already spreading my thighs apart, teasing my clit. My head drops back and a cry peels from my lips. “Lucas!” What else can I say or do? He’s so much bigger than me and God, all he wants to do is make me come. “Death by climax. Is that even a thing?”
“I don’t know, but I won’t let it go that far, trust me, beautiful girl.”
Fuck. Did I say that out loud?
Blunt teeth rake over my collarbone and warm lips wrap around a nipple. A rawness inside me swirls like a hurricane. A dark desire that scares me. I cling to him not knowing who or what is more dangerous—the lurking need he is breathing fire into or his blood revenge.
Gritting my teeth, I launch my cuffed hands through the air, but he bats them away like he would a pesky insect.
“Get your filthy hands off me and I never want to —”
