yourself a nice little position as a housemaid or perhaps even a housekeeper!”
“ ¡Hijo de puta! Te voy a matar a mí mismo !” she screamed before launching a clay plate again at his head.
Working herself into a nice frenzy over the last few hours alone, Belle’s anger would not be contained. While she had perfectly justifiable reasons to be angry at him, he was a pirate who kidnapped her after all. If she were honest, she was angrier at herself for giving in to him, even for a moment. How could she have found pleasure at such treatment? Fortunately, for Belle, she was rarely that honest with herself.
“ Pirata sucio !” she said scathingly.
Chance’s back straightened at her words. “Now that is grossly unfair. I bathed just a few hours ago. I have the scratch marks on my back from your loving care as proof.”
Belle’s eye widened in shock. “ ¡Oh Dios! ¿Como sabes español? ”
“ Sí, ” Chance answered with a seductive grin before stepping away from the cabin door and approaching her. Everyone always assumed pirates were uneducated fools, he thought with a wry smile.
Instantly contrite and wary, Belle took a step back. There was no place to run or hide in the relatively small cabin.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” chided Chance. “As a general rule, captives usually don’t anger their captors by throwing objects at their head. In fact, and you may be surprised to hear this, for the most part they try to please their captors in an effort to save their lives.”
Closing in on Belle, he gently enfolded her wrists and raised them above her head, keeping them still with one hand. Tracing his free hand down the side of Belle’s soft jaw and neck to tease the collar of his shirt that hung loose over her breasts.
Belle tried to breathe easy, to calm her racing heart, to show him she was not afraid of his closeness, of him. Feeling the heat from his still bare chest as he leaned close, smelling the slightly spicy scent of his soft essence, she tried to show he did not affect her. She failed.
Running his hand lightly over the tip of her breast, he continued to trace the nip of her waist and the swell of her hip before sliding them across her stomach.
Belle licked her lips and uttered a small gasp at the suggestive touch. Chance caught sight of her plump lower lip and suddenly ached for a taste. An ache he denied. He would take from her what he wanted, but he was determined not to give her anything of himself that included the tender intimacy of a lover’s kiss.
Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear, “So tell me, Belle, are you ready to please me?” Chance bit slightly down on the soft curve of her earlobe. “Will you please your captor to save your life?”
Sapphire eyes clashed with emerald. Chance could see her hot Spanish blood rising at his provocation. Pride warring with self-preservation. Sweeping the tip of his tongue around the delicate shell of her ear, he taunted her further. “I want to hear you say it. Let’s see those pretty little pink lips of yours form the words ‘I want to please you.’”
Chance was caught in his own scheme. Realizing the moment he said the words, he fiercely wanted to hear her say it. How he wanted to bend this stubborn, fiery female to his will.
Pushing her further, he whispered, “Say ‘I want to please your cock.’ Say it, my Belle.”
“Never,” she choked out, confused by her conflicting reaction to his nearness, deciding to fight rather than think too deeply about it.
Chance smiled. “You never disappoint, my little spitfire. I was hoping you would say just that.” As he backed away, Belle moved to lower her arms and possibly find a weapon within reach, only to find her wrists had been secured to a beam above with the very belt she had been wearing! The pirate had used his provocative words to distract her. While she was focused on what he was saying and his nearness, Chance had unbuckled the already loose belt and used it
“ ¡Hijo de puta! Te voy a matar a mí mismo !” she screamed before launching a clay plate again at his head.
Working herself into a nice frenzy over the last few hours alone, Belle’s anger would not be contained. While she had perfectly justifiable reasons to be angry at him, he was a pirate who kidnapped her after all. If she were honest, she was angrier at herself for giving in to him, even for a moment. How could she have found pleasure at such treatment? Fortunately, for Belle, she was rarely that honest with herself.
“ Pirata sucio !” she said scathingly.
Chance’s back straightened at her words. “Now that is grossly unfair. I bathed just a few hours ago. I have the scratch marks on my back from your loving care as proof.”
Belle’s eye widened in shock. “ ¡Oh Dios! ¿Como sabes español? ”
“ Sí, ” Chance answered with a seductive grin before stepping away from the cabin door and approaching her. Everyone always assumed pirates were uneducated fools, he thought with a wry smile.
Instantly contrite and wary, Belle took a step back. There was no place to run or hide in the relatively small cabin.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” chided Chance. “As a general rule, captives usually don’t anger their captors by throwing objects at their head. In fact, and you may be surprised to hear this, for the most part they try to please their captors in an effort to save their lives.”
Closing in on Belle, he gently enfolded her wrists and raised them above her head, keeping them still with one hand. Tracing his free hand down the side of Belle’s soft jaw and neck to tease the collar of his shirt that hung loose over her breasts.
Belle tried to breathe easy, to calm her racing heart, to show him she was not afraid of his closeness, of him. Feeling the heat from his still bare chest as he leaned close, smelling the slightly spicy scent of his soft essence, she tried to show he did not affect her. She failed.
Running his hand lightly over the tip of her breast, he continued to trace the nip of her waist and the swell of her hip before sliding them across her stomach.
Belle licked her lips and uttered a small gasp at the suggestive touch. Chance caught sight of her plump lower lip and suddenly ached for a taste. An ache he denied. He would take from her what he wanted, but he was determined not to give her anything of himself that included the tender intimacy of a lover’s kiss.
Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear, “So tell me, Belle, are you ready to please me?” Chance bit slightly down on the soft curve of her earlobe. “Will you please your captor to save your life?”
Sapphire eyes clashed with emerald. Chance could see her hot Spanish blood rising at his provocation. Pride warring with self-preservation. Sweeping the tip of his tongue around the delicate shell of her ear, he taunted her further. “I want to hear you say it. Let’s see those pretty little pink lips of yours form the words ‘I want to please you.’”
Chance was caught in his own scheme. Realizing the moment he said the words, he fiercely wanted to hear her say it. How he wanted to bend this stubborn, fiery female to his will.
Pushing her further, he whispered, “Say ‘I want to please your cock.’ Say it, my Belle.”
“Never,” she choked out, confused by her conflicting reaction to his nearness, deciding to fight rather than think too deeply about it.
Chance smiled. “You never disappoint, my little spitfire. I was hoping you would say just that.” As he backed away, Belle moved to lower her arms and possibly find a weapon within reach, only to find her wrists had been secured to a beam above with the very belt she had been wearing! The pirate had used his provocative words to distract her. While she was focused on what he was saying and his nearness, Chance had unbuckled the already loose belt and used it
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