Captive of the Pirate King: A Pirate Romance (Standalone) (Dark Rulers Book 2) by Rebecca F. Kenney

Author:Rebecca F. Kenney [Kenney, Rebecca F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Once Locke leaves the cabin, I stuff my mouth with bites of sausage and bread while I try on the clothes. I’m not sure why these items were in the hold, but they are fantastically licentious pieces that I’d never have been allowed to wear back home.

Finally I select a tight black corset with tan trim, short enough to show a bit of my stomach. Ruched white lace curls around my upper arms, leaving my neck and shoulders bare. The corset’s padding amplifies my small breasts, shoving them up and giving me a delightfully unexpected amount of cleavage.

A decadently ruffled skirt circles my hips, stopping mid-thigh. Underneath it I’m wearing tiny black-lace pantalettes and a pair of gauzy black stockings fastened with garters. My thick-heeled boots, made of soft fawn-colored leather, give me the height I’ve always craved—enough to look down on most men.

Locke also brought up a selection of combs and hairpins. He clearly didn’t know what they were for—he just dropped them in a jumble into the recessed section of the table. I sort out a few and cobble together a decently feminine hairstyle, despite the ragged nature of my self-imposed haircut.

I’m placing another pin when Locke swings the cabin door wide. He’s wearing sleek black pants, but he’s bare-chested, with a scarf of velvety dark fabric slung around his shoulders and pinned with a red jewel. Gold chains dangle from his ears, and the black crown sits on his head. Morning light floods into the cabin, highlighting the white streak in his wavy dark hair.

He says irritably, “Come on, now, Nick, it’s time to—”

He stops mid-sentence and shuts his mouth tight. A muscle along his jaw throbs, and his Adam’s apple bobs hard.

“Think it’ll do?” I turn slowly, letting him absorb the sight of me in the new clothes.

“I—um—” He swallows again. “Fuck.”

And he leaves the cabin, slamming the door.

That was odd. Should I take these off and try something else? Maybe I went too far with the “captain’s whore” outfit. I should tone it down.

Before I can remove or add anything, Locke flings open the cabin door again. His cheekbones are flushed and his pale eyes are star-bright, white-hot.

“Come,” he snaps.

I mince toward him on the high heels. When I reach the door, he takes my arm and leads me out on deck.

After the first rush of blinding morning light, I blink, shielding my eyes, and I see that the pirates are already assembled. Several of them stand naked with their bound hands stretched above their heads, the ropes fastened to the crossbeam of the mainmast. Captain Neelan himself is nude, tied to the mainmast like I was tied to the foremast last night. Gorm and Tir lie naked on deck as well. It’s odd and sickening to see them helpless like this, with their parts hanging soft and exposed. I suppose it’s justice, but so far I’m not enjoying it.

“Gents, I’m here to announce my claim on this woman.” Locke’s voice booms with command and power.

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