Page 56 of Paid to the Pirate

Dammit.An obvious shiver ran down my body.

Staring up at his sinfully handsome face, I declared, “This is why your kind is so hated. You have no honor, captain.”

Colt cocked his head. “We spare some for outsiders and offer plenty amongst our own. But alas, you claim you’re not of the latter so I can offer you little.”

I narrowed my eyes at his pretty way of speaking, determined not to be swayed by it. Colt had surely been a gentleman at one time, possessing a gentleman’s upbringing and education. What had happened to turn him into this?

“I’ll make you a fair deal,” Colt said, further pushing my skirts out of the way. “Look me in the eyes right now and tell me your cunt isn’t throbbing. Tell me you don’t want me to satiate that burning need by tearing into it, making it mine forever. Tell me, and I’ll allow you to re-dress and we’ll leave this room together.”

Mine forever.Those words made my heart ache. Heat rose on my cheeks and I averted my eyes as Colt stroked my bare legs. I couldn’t convincingly lie. Not when one dip of his fingers would cover them in evidence to the contrary.

When I said nothing, he yanked my legs apart, causing me to squeal. In a flash, Colt inserted himself between my parted thighs, making it impossible to close them.

“It will hurt,” I protested, panicking.

Foolishly, I expected Colt to argue -- whether it be a chartable attempt at soothing me or an outright lie to get his way. But he did the opposite.

“I want to hurt you,” he said. “You have no idea how much I want to hurt you for what you’ve done, Charlotte.” Colt seized my thighs and spread my legs further, exposing my bare cunt to his will. “And I think you know you deserve it. I think you seek penance. I think you want me to hurt you too.”

I shook my head rapidly back and forth, denying his decree.So why do you say nothing, Charlotte? Why do you only watch, wide-eyed, as his fingers dig into your whorish thighs and his eyes sear your wet cunt?

“I’m afraid,” I tried.

“I can see that and it only makes me harder,” Colt said, clasping my wrists to pin my arms up above my head.

“I hate you,” I spat, but it came out like a breathy sigh.

“Yes, I think a part of you does. And that too only stiffens my cock.”

“Is there anything I can say that doesn’t excite you?” I cried, as Colt rubbed the tip of his manhood against my defenseless entrance in an effort to bringing it to fully erect.

Leaning down to whisper in my ear, he replied, “I could ask the same of you. Everything I utter seems to soak you,” he said, rubbing his rough stubble against my cheek while his hard cock pressed against my slippery folds.

“Lady,”he began, teasing his cock up toward my clit.

“Whore,”he rasped, sliding up and down my wet center.

Suddenly pausing at the threshold of my entrance, Colt met my gaze. Guessing what he intended, I had just enough time to widen my eyes in anticipation.

“Mine,”he declared, pushing into me with a thrust hard enough to steal my breath.

Instinctively, I flinched against the mattress in an attempt to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to go, nor did Colt relent his firm caging of my body. He was the one hurting me, yet I had no choice but to cling to him, seeking comfort from the only other person I could.

“Shhh…” Colt’s throaty whisper reached my ears, almost from a distance. He might have been whispering it awhile before I actually heard him. I noticed he laid very still, bracing himself so that his weight wouldn’t crush me.

“Shhh…” he soothed, kissing my sweaty brow. “The worst is over.” Despite his calming tone, I could hear the exaltation in his voice, as well as the strain. Colt was smug at having defiled me and physically pained from holding back.

“Charlotte.” He sounded drunk on pleasure. “Charlotte, relax. I’ve pulled back, I’m only halfway inside you now. Can’t you feel it? The worst is over.”

“I-” I began, then stopped, focusing. Colt was right, that searing pain had abated.

How odd it was to be filled in a region never before having had such fullness.

“Relax,” Colt soothed, kissing my sweaty brow. He brushed aside the hair sticking to my face. His breathing grew labored.

“Charlotte,” Colt said between gritted teeth. “I’m going to push back inside you again.”

My body squirmed with indecision. I wanted to experience that fullness again and my desire was obvious, but I was scared too. Just like the times Colt had punished me, the penetration inside me hurt a little, but it felt good too.

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