Page 39 of Stalking Wendy Darling

Hook pinned my wrist to the pillow, a growl in his voice. “No.I told you, Wendy, bad girls don’t get what they want. You’ll come for me without a single touch to your needy clit.”

“I need it,” I whined, my eyelids shut tight, need a wild animal clawing through my skin.

“No.”His voice was so hard it hit me like a strike and I arched up from the bed, clawing at the pillow, my heart skipping when his fingers locked with mine. “What you need is to come for me, like I told you to.” His teeth scraped down my throat and my inner muscles squeezed around him. Oh god, I was so close, I just needed— “I can feel you there, Wendy. You’re so fucking tight, squeezing my cock like you’ll die if it ever leaves you. Iknow you want to come. I know you’reaching,so desperate. Oh yeah, that’s it, milk my cock, just like that.”

“Hook.”

“I know,” he said with mock sympathy, fucking me into the mattress, my moans sinking into the pillow. “It must hurt so badly. Poor little bad girl, so desperate to come. It’d take a single touch, wouldn’t it?”

“Please.”

“I just don’t know if you deserve me to touch your clit, darling.” His lips wrapped around my throat and sucked, and I shook, right on the edge, a frantic sound in the back of my throat. “But I suppose you were a good girl when you surrendered the captain title to me.”

My breathing broke into pieces. I squirmed under him, my hips rocking back unconsciously even as I sank my teeth into the pillow, overloaded with sensations and denial.

“Please.”

His fingers squeezed mine before they slid under my hip. “I’ve got you, darling.” His fingers weren’t gentle when they finally touched me, massaging my clit with enough pressure to make my breath catch and stars explode behind my eyes. I came with that single touch, my climax so powerful that my eyes rolled all the way back. “That’s it, that’s my girl, come for me.”

I couldn’t stop if I tried, especially when Hook exhaled a curse and buried his teeth in my shoulder, his cock going wild inside me as he followed me over the edge.

“Fuck,” he chanted against the skin. “Fuck,fuck.”

I forgot how to breathe, a living star inside my body, every sensation alive in me. I was addicted to the feeling of him coming inside me, my pussy squeezing over and over, the waves of pleasure never-ending. It was everything I’d needed, everything I secretly dreamed it would be when I thought of Hook, alone with my thoughts at night.

“Goddamn,” he groaned after a long, long minute, rolling onto his back and pulling me on top of him. I splayed there, shuddering with aftershocks, my eyes screwed shut. “God fucking damn, Wendy.”

When I remembered how to make sounds with my mouth that weren’t whimpers and cries, I laughed, stretching against him, a deep satisfaction working through me until I was limp and content.

I patted his chest. “You’re not too bad yourself, captain.”

His hand wandered up and down my back in slow, languorous strokes, hypnotising me into a state of bliss. “I meant what I said. You’re mine now. There’s no escaping.”

“With dick that good, who wants to escape?”

He snorted, a kiss brushing my temple. “Although I don’t mind if you want to challenge me every now and then. That fight on the deck was so hot it’s seared into my memory.”

“Mm,” I agreed, a smile on my face. “I won that fight, by the way.”

His laugh was loud, his voice freed of a weight it usually held. I opened my eyes, dying to see his face, to know how good laughter looked on him—true laughter. His eyes were bright, black irises shining like silver, and his mouth pulled into a warm smile. “Darling, we both know I won.”

“Damn,” I breathed. “My pussy must be incredible. It’s addled your mind.”

“Ha. Ha.”

I grinned, matching his smile, a strange lightness to my body that never usually accompanied sex, even with great orgasms. It washim,and whatever magic he’d worked on me. And he calledmea witch.

Light fingers stroked up my spine and dove into my hair, angling my face so he could kiss me, slowly this time, exploring me with an affection and tenderness that made my chest full.I only drew back for air, and then we were kissing again. He hardened inside me, sending a zip of thrill through me. I began to ride him slowly, content to take my time, to make this one last longer than ten frantic minutes.

Neither of us brought up his nightmare, or the name he’d cried out in plea, or the shadows I’d seen in his eyes. They were gone now, so I was happy to pretend they’d never existed. At least until tomorrow morning.

“Slower,” he growled when I began to circle my hips faster. His hand found my waist, thumb stroking circles on my skin. “That’s it, nice and slow. This time you’re—”

He cut off abruptly and both our heads snapped towards the door when the ship’s bell began to ring, violent peals cutting through the night.

When shouts of alarm followed, I swore colourfully and climbed off Hook’s cock, giving it a remorseful glance as I reached for my discarded clothes.

Chapter Twenty-One

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