When I look up at the wheel, my breath catches. Hook stands there, his gaze boring into me. He wears a crimson jacket, white tunic, and black leather pants that fit him so well it makes my mouth water.
He takes two steps, grabs onto the upper rail, propels himself over, and jumps down to the lower deck.
Before I can even react, he grabs me in his arms and kisses me hard, bending me backward as his hands rove down to the slits in my skirt. A growl rumbles through him, and he yanks me up, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me into our cabin.
Slamming the door behind him, he sits me on the desk and yanks my skirt up.
“Where are your panties, lass?” He meets my gaze as his hands go to his belt.
“I didn’t realize panties were required for a pirate ball. I guess I should go get a pair—” I start to scoot off the table, and he grabs my throat.
“No, lass. You’re right. Pantiesaren’trequired.” He grazes my lips with his, then presses his cock head at my opening.
With a hard thrust, he seats himself inside me, and I gasp as he yanks my hips forward, pinning me to the edge of the table.
“But you’ll have to pay the price if you go around flaunting that hot cunt in front of me.”
“Filthy.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him as he pistons inside me, his cock hitting me in all the right places.
With a harsh movement, he pulls out, then he’s flipping me over, pressing me down onto the table.
“Spread, lass.” He runs two fingers along my wet skin, then plunges them inside me.
I moan and open my legs more. When he presses his cock head against me again, I push back, needing him inside me.
He slides in, a masculine grunt on his lips as he bends over me. “You make me crazy, lass. Like a wild thing.”
“You’ve always been wild.” I turn to look at him. “But now you’remywild thing.”
“And you’re mine.” He licks between my wings, sending a thrill of pure heat rippling through me.
Gripping my hair, he pulls, making me arch as he thrusts deeper. I put my hands flat on the table, and he reaches beneath me, his fingers going to my clit.
“James!” My hips buck.
“Always James when you’re impaled on my fat cock.” He licks the shell of my ear, his hips thrusting harder and faster. “Because you love it.”
I pant, my body clenching around him.
“Because you want me to come all over this pretty cunt, paint it white,” he whispers, his words like a serpent biting me in secret places.
His movements grow more erratic as he plays my clit, giving me just what I need.
I freeze, my body going rigid, and then my orgasm crashes down onto me, my body releasing as I moan his name.
“Ah fuck!” He surges deep and lets go, his cock kicking as he releases inside me.
It makes my orgasm fly high again, the wave rising and then sizzling lower and lower until I’m lying on the table and panting as he leans over me, his lips dotting kisses along my skin.
“I take it—” I gulp in air. “—you like the corset.”
“I like it, but I love you.” He pulls out, then turns me around to face him.
His kiss is gentle, the swipe of his tongue against mine sweet and erotic at the same time.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, lass?” His dark brows draw together as he softly places his hand over my stitches.
“You could never.” I get up on my tiptoes and bite his chin.
