by Airicka Phoenix
“Ever f*cked a pirate?”
He was insufferable, deeply scarred, and frustratingly gorgeous, and he was the man who was blackmailing her into tying the knot.
Cora Harris has never had luck with men. Being the daughter of a ruthless crime boss tended to put a dent in any relationship, but she never imagined she’d get kidnapped in the dead of night by pirates. She sure as hell never imagined the asshole with the smoldering gaze would threaten everyone she loved if she didn’t become his wife.
Only Captain James Crow wants more than just her hand in holy matrimony. He wants her absolute submission. He wants her pain. He wants the one thing she’s never given anyone — her heart. But is he willing to give the daughter of his sworn enemy his in return?
“How easily his eyes could make her forget that he was her captor. Not her savior.”
But when the truth is revealed, can James keep Cora from the true evil in their midst? Can he win before his revenge cost him more than just his life? And how far will Cora go to free herself of the man who enchanted her, seduced her, and when she submitted, imprisoned her?
Vengeance and betrayal will either bring two warring families together or obliterate them all.
This book is adult and intended for a mature audience with strong elements of language, sex, and a dirty mouthed pirate. It has cases of BDSM, kink, and violence.
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Neither of them uttered a word for what felt like hours.
He broke it.
“What were you thinking?”
Cora’s wet lashes lifted until she could see him over the bend in her arm. She didn’t speak. He didn’t seem to need her to.
“Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?” Silver flames sparked in her direction. “You could have broken your neck climbing down that death trap. You could have been captured. You could have gotten lost or hurt. You could have been stabbed over a fucking bracelet.” Anger boiled in his voice, growing in intensity with every word he chewed out through clenched teeth. “Why wouldn’t you give it to him? Why would you choose to be killed, even encouraging him to do it over something I can get a thousand of for you?”
Because it’s mine, she wanted to whisper, but found no energy to summon the words.
“Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was thinking I might not get to you in time, that I might lose you over a fucking bracelet? A worthless piece of fucking metal. Does it really mean that much to you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, the single words no more than a numb movement of her lips.
James’s jaw flexed. His fingers twisted into fists on the armrests.
“Well, it means nothing to me,” he bit out. “Not a fucking thing without you. Nothing does.”
She peered across the distance at him, through the dim light shadowing the room, through the steady leak of tears she couldn’t stop, to where he sat staring at her, no longer with ferocity, but … terror. Fear. So much fear it nearly destroyed her.