devour.” He lifted away from her. In a regular voice, he whispered, “I have to know how far you want to go, Lissa. Do you want me to kiss you, feed you strawberries, and let you go? Do you want me tie you up and ravage you while you protest? Tell me what you want.”
“And you’ll give it to me?”
“This is your fantasy, lass. My whole purpose is to indulge your every desire.”
Lissa’s heart skipped a beat.
He shuddered then sighed. His head dropped to her shoulder. “I want to kiss you,” he admitted in a ragged voice. “Everywhere. I want to kiss you and I don’t want to stop.”
Lissa shivered at his confession. “I would like that.”
“I’ll give ye a choice, lass. Ye can let me seduce you with the blindfold on or…”
His pause went on for a beat too long.
“Or what?”
“Ye can choose to know who I am.”
Chapter 3
LISSA SWALLOWED THE knot in her throat. Had Janey hired someone at the resort to sweep her off her feet? Could she look into the eyes of a complete stranger and still go through with the seduction?
Or should she pretend to be the reluctantly ravaged wench? This man would be her pirate prince and she would be his captive. Her belly quivered at the very idea. She could experience wanton pleasure. For once in her life, she could be the star in her very own romance.
“Better I not know who you are,” she said haughtily, “lest I inform the authorities of your identity.”
“Oh-ho, you dare threaten me, wench?” He grasped her arm and pulled her off the bed. “Then I better make sure you don’t escape.”
He led her to another part of the room. She felt something wide and soft wrapped around each of her wrists. He lifted her arms above her head and hooked them to what she assumed was an attachment hanging from the ceiling.
“You’re mine.”
Lissa trembled at the possessiveness infused into those two words.
“Say it,” demanded her pirate. “Say that you’re mine.”
“No,” she cried. Her heart trilled as she dove completely into their game. “Never!”
“I’ll make you say it,” he promised darkly. “I’ll make you beg for me.”
She felt his hand curl into the middle of her bodice. His fingers brushed the tops of her breasts, causing a riot of sensations that danced all the way to her pussy.
Then he yanked it down.
The shirt ripped in half easily and fell open, revealing her breasts clasped in the silky white bra. She heard the sharp intake of his breath and suspected he was studying her boobs. Too bad she was blindfolded. She wanted to see his lusty glances. At least, she hoped his glances were lusty.
He stepped close to her, his body pressed enticingly against hers. His lips brushed her ear.
“If you want to stop playing, then say ‘roses are red.’ If I hear that phrase, I’ll stop everything and let you go. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
His knuckles caressed the side of her neck. “You are beautiful. So very, very beautiful.”
“You are a rogue. A blaggard!” She nearly giggled. She never thought she’d have the opportunity to call someone a blaggard . She pretended to struggle and the chains above her rattled.
“Don’t forget my promise, wench. You will beg for my touch.” He laughed softly. “And you will tell me that you’re mine.”
He walked away, leaving her to ponder his words and to wonder what he might be doing. She heard paper rattles, cloth whispers and metal clinks.
She felt his return, though he didn’t touch her. It was his presence that surrounded her, that made her heart pound faster.
His lips descended, peppering the tops of her breasts. The tender ravishment made her tremble. Reaching around, he unhooked her bra. Since it was strapless, the undergarment fell away easily.
Whoa. Blindfolded, chained, and bare from the waist down—a girl couldn’t get more vulnerable than that.
She ached to feel his lips again. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. The light touches felt
“And you’ll give it to me?”
“This is your fantasy, lass. My whole purpose is to indulge your every desire.”
Lissa’s heart skipped a beat.
He shuddered then sighed. His head dropped to her shoulder. “I want to kiss you,” he admitted in a ragged voice. “Everywhere. I want to kiss you and I don’t want to stop.”
Lissa shivered at his confession. “I would like that.”
“I’ll give ye a choice, lass. Ye can let me seduce you with the blindfold on or…”
His pause went on for a beat too long.
“Or what?”
“Ye can choose to know who I am.”
Chapter 3
LISSA SWALLOWED THE knot in her throat. Had Janey hired someone at the resort to sweep her off her feet? Could she look into the eyes of a complete stranger and still go through with the seduction?
Or should she pretend to be the reluctantly ravaged wench? This man would be her pirate prince and she would be his captive. Her belly quivered at the very idea. She could experience wanton pleasure. For once in her life, she could be the star in her very own romance.
“Better I not know who you are,” she said haughtily, “lest I inform the authorities of your identity.”
“Oh-ho, you dare threaten me, wench?” He grasped her arm and pulled her off the bed. “Then I better make sure you don’t escape.”
He led her to another part of the room. She felt something wide and soft wrapped around each of her wrists. He lifted her arms above her head and hooked them to what she assumed was an attachment hanging from the ceiling.
“You’re mine.”
Lissa trembled at the possessiveness infused into those two words.
“Say it,” demanded her pirate. “Say that you’re mine.”
“No,” she cried. Her heart trilled as she dove completely into their game. “Never!”
“I’ll make you say it,” he promised darkly. “I’ll make you beg for me.”
She felt his hand curl into the middle of her bodice. His fingers brushed the tops of her breasts, causing a riot of sensations that danced all the way to her pussy.
Then he yanked it down.
The shirt ripped in half easily and fell open, revealing her breasts clasped in the silky white bra. She heard the sharp intake of his breath and suspected he was studying her boobs. Too bad she was blindfolded. She wanted to see his lusty glances. At least, she hoped his glances were lusty.
He stepped close to her, his body pressed enticingly against hers. His lips brushed her ear.
“If you want to stop playing, then say ‘roses are red.’ If I hear that phrase, I’ll stop everything and let you go. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
His knuckles caressed the side of her neck. “You are beautiful. So very, very beautiful.”
“You are a rogue. A blaggard!” She nearly giggled. She never thought she’d have the opportunity to call someone a blaggard . She pretended to struggle and the chains above her rattled.
“Don’t forget my promise, wench. You will beg for my touch.” He laughed softly. “And you will tell me that you’re mine.”
He walked away, leaving her to ponder his words and to wonder what he might be doing. She heard paper rattles, cloth whispers and metal clinks.
She felt his return, though he didn’t touch her. It was his presence that surrounded her, that made her heart pound faster.
His lips descended, peppering the tops of her breasts. The tender ravishment made her tremble. Reaching around, he unhooked her bra. Since it was strapless, the undergarment fell away easily.
Whoa. Blindfolded, chained, and bare from the waist down—a girl couldn’t get more vulnerable than that.
She ached to feel his lips again. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. The light touches felt
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