CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Elaina—

Baja leads me up the stairs and across the deck to his house.

I don't object, and he slips off the pirate jacket he'd wrapped around me, tossing it on a chair. Once again, my body is on display in the skimpy costume, and suddenly, the last thing I want to do is fight with this man. So, I make a move—one I'm sure he's not expecting. I don't know where I find the courage. Maybe I am a badass.

I turn and face him, striking a confident pose with my head held high, and I dare him to come and get me. "I'm all yours, Captain."

He cocks a brow and slowly approaches, calling my bluff. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart."

"You want me, don't you? Maybe we should get it out of our system," I challenge.

"You think this is something we can just ‘get out of our system'?" he asks.

I lift a shoulder. "Only one way to find out."

"You sure about this?" he asks, but it looks like the last thing he wants is for me to back out.

"More than anything I've ever been sure of in my life."

"Okay, then. But there's one thing I need first."

I search his eyes, confused. "What's that?"

"Follow me." He leads me into the living room, walks to a bookcase, and grabs my marriage license from where he'd stashed it for safekeeping. He holds it out to me. "Burn this."

"All right." I stride to the mantle and reach for the pack of matches he keeps there. I shake one out and strike it.

He grabs my hand before I set the flame to the corner of the document. "You sure about this, Elaina? Once you destroy that, there's no going back."

In answer, I put the match to it, and flames curl the paper, climbing higher. I toss it into the fireplace, and we both stand and watch as it's quickly consumed down to ash.

"Happy?" I meet his eyes.

He arches a brow. "Are you?"

I take a long, deep breath. "Yes. I feel like a weight is off my shoulders. That part of my life is over and done."

He moves to me, brushes my hair out of the way, and trails gentle kisses along the curve of my neck, running his hands across the bare skin of my shoulders and arms.

"I've thought all night about having you, touching your skin, your curves, your sexy body. You have no idea how obsessed I am with you."

Sighing, all the fight goes out of me. I lean into him, loving the feel of his hands on me. "Every time I glanced up, your eyes were on me."

"I couldn't stop. I wanted to punch every man in the clubhouse who was doing the same thing I was. You drove me insane in this outfit. All I could think about was making you mine and making sure every man in the clubhouse knew it."

"The look in your eyes made me feel beautiful, potent, powerful."

"You are all those things. You've got me under your spell, and I can't fight it anymore. I want to make you mine."

I quiver with the need for him to do just that. I've never in my life wanted a man more than I want him right now. In this moment. Finally.

I turn in his arms. "Then do it. Tonight, I'm yours."

His eyes turn molten.

Taking the chain that hangs from the collar around my neck and dangles between my breasts, he leads me to his bedroom, then he tugs the chain, bringing me to stand before him.

His eyes trail over every single inch of exposed skin, and there's a lot.

The room is dimly lit, and he doesn't turn any lights on. That leaves just the golden light pouring in the doorway from the main room. It casts an erotic glow, and his eyes glitter.

"Have I told you how much I love this costume? Have I told you how sexy you look?"

My mouth parts, and his eyes drop to it.

"All I can think about is getting those pretty lips wrapped around my dick again. Are you mine tonight? My beautiful prize? Mine to do with as I please, my pretty captive?"

I'm breathless. "It would seem so, Captain."

He flashes a wicked grin. "I'm thinking of all the possibilities."

He dips his head to breathe in my scent and threads his fingers through my honey curls.

He still looks every bit the pirate captain.

"What wicked thoughts are you thinking?" I whisper.

"I'm thinking you look like mine." He runs a finger under one golden strap of my costume. "I like this."

My chest rises and falls, waiting with anticipation for what he'll do next. He hooks both thumbs in the straps at my shoulders and tugs them down my arms.

My breasts pop forth, my nipples hard little nubs tightening under his scrutiny.

"Gorgeous. Stunning."

He spins me around and finds the fastening for my costume bottom, undoing it and letting it fall to the floor. Then the rest of the costume follows.

He guides me to the bed, bends to slip off my heels, then runs his palms along my legs, up my calves, to my thighs. "You have the softest, silkiest skin. I can't get enough of touching you."

His voice is guttural, filled with desire, with hunger, with need. He presses a kiss to my knee and makes a trail of them up the inside of my thigh, his destination clear.

My belly quivers, and I writhe and lift my hips. I lie before him, naked, vulnerable, ready.

He reaches for his belt buckle, and my eyes drop, following his motions as he works it open. He takes out his hard dick, and I sink my teeth into my lip. His eyes lock on mine as he stands over me. The power dynamic is not lost on me.

I can see the need to take me glittering in his pupils, and my heart pounds and my blood rushes through my veins.

He keeps himself in check. His willpower to control his body is impressive. He strokes my hair and cups my cheek, tilting my face to his. "I want to savor every moment with you, pretty slave girl."

"Yes," I whisper. "Anything you desire."

He pulls a short strip of condoms from a drawer and tosses them on the bed next to me. My head twists to look, seeing how many times he plans to take me. A thrill shoots through me.

It's going to take all night. I don't think I'll get any sleep.

He gets naked, and my gaze roams over him. His cock stands long and hard. He grasps the thick shaft and strokes it, root to crown.

My chest rises and falls, and I bite my bottom lip.

"My beautiful prize. The image of that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick is all I can think of. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since the other night." He grabs my ankles, and drags me to the end of the bed.

I gasp, sliding along the bedspread.

"Baby, the way your eyes flare tells me everything I need to know. You like being manhandled, don't you? You like me taking control, don't you?"

He doesn't wait for my answer, just drops to his knees and puts my thighs over his shoulders.

In all the time I'd been with Elliott, he never did this, never gave me this type of pleasure, never performed this sex act on me.

At the first stroke of his thumb over my pussy, I jump.

"I can't wait to taste my prize," he murmurs, his voice deep with desire. He strokes me again, slow and easy.

My body responds, and I can feel a rush of wetness. He dips his head for a taste.

The first swipe of the flat of his tongue has me shuddering and moaning. He goes back for more, again and again, until I'm lifting my hips, seeking his mouth.

His tongue tunnels inside my wet channel, and then up to seek and circle my clit. I jump again, then buck against him.

He grasps the back of my knees and pins me to the bed. Then he takes his sweet time, spending endless time on the sensitive bud that he coaxes out, until my hands are fisting handfuls of the bedspread.

He releases one leg and slips two fingers into my tight pussy.

I moan.

"So wet for me, aren't you?" He strokes with his fingertips, searching out that secret spot deep inside me, while his thumb draws circles around my clit, both motions sending me into a spin until I don't know which sensation to focus on.

My eyes are closed, and my mouth parts.

"Look at me, pretty girl," he orders.

I do and find him watching me, his eyes liquid heat.

My breasts jiggle as I thrash, and his gaze drops to them.

"I haven't even gotten to those beauties yet."

He finds the spot he's been searching for, and my back arches, my head throwing back.

He shifts, moving over me, and while he keeps at me with his fingers and thumb, never letting up, he captures one tight, hard, sensitive nipple in his mouth. He toys with it, nibbles at it, and then sucks hard.

I buck against his hand, pleading, "Don't stop."

My breathing increases, my chest heaving, and he moves from one breast to the other, never letting up on his strokes. I buck and moan, collapsing as a new rush of wetness coats his fingers.

He slowly withdraws them, and I moan again, then he carries his wet fingers to my mouth and paints my lips.

"Open."

I do as I'm told, and he slips his two fingers inside my mouth. I suck them clean, then he pulls them free and kisses me. I wriggle beneath him.

"I can't wait much longer to have you."

But I have different ideas, pushing him to his back and sliding down the bed.

He shifts to the headboard, leaning against it as I move between his legs and grasp his hard-as-a-rock dick in my hand and guide it to my waiting mouth. I give it a long lick, then run the head of it around my lips before taking it to the back of my throat in one movement.

He sucks in a breath. "Goddamn, woman. Yes." He cups my head, brushing my hair off my forehead, and watches his wet cock sliding in and out of my lips. "Fucking gorgeous."

He rolls his hips, matching my movements and urging me on.

When I sense he's about to come, he rolls us until I'm on my back, then he moves to his knees, tears open a condom wrapper with his teeth, and slips it on.

With his dick in his hand, he guides it to my pussy, then circles the head around my entrance until it's coated in my wetness.

"You want my dick, pretty baby?"

I moan and nod vigorously.

"Say it."

"I want it."

He drives inside me in one quick thrust. "God, I love the feel of your tight pussy clenching around me." He stares into my eyes. "I want to commit this moment to memory."

He rocks against me, dragging the shaft of his cock along my clit with every thrust.

Soon I'm panting again, thrashing on the bed. He keeps up his pace, building me toward orgasm stroke by stroke, until I'm desperate for him to go faster.

"Harder," I pant.

He gives me what I want.

"I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer. I've been damn near ready to blow since the moment I slid inside your perfect pussy."

My hands stroke up his chest to cup his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

He breaks off, pressing his forehead to mine, breathing heavily. "Goddamn, you're so fucking beautiful."

I squeeze down on his cock, and he groans.

"Do that again," he orders and keeps up his pace.

I'm so close to orgasm. My breasts bounce with every slam of his hips, and his eyes lock on them. He dips his head and sucks one, then the other.

The sensation sends me over the edge, and I buck and clutch him.

He goes rock solid against me, coming long and hard, then collapses on top of me, his chest heaving.

My hands trail over his back.

He rouses enough to press a kiss to my cleavage, then lifts off me and goes to deal with the condom.

When he returns, he scoops me into his strong arms.

I hold on to his neck and rest my head on his shoulder.

He presses a kiss to my crown and carries me to the shower. He sets me down and turns on the water, checking it until it's the right temperature. Pushing me inside, he follows, positioning me in front of him with my back to his chest.

He reaches past me for the soap and pours some into his hand, then washes every inch of me.

I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying his touch.

He takes the handheld shower wand and aims it at my breasts, washing the soap away, then trails it down, aiming it between my legs. I try to wriggle away.

He holds me in place until he decides I can't take anymore, then he hangs it up, and his fingers replace the jets of water. He strokes my taught nipples.

"I can't keep my hands off these pretty tits."

My head lolls on his shoulder, and I moan when he detours his fingers between my legs.

"Prettiest pussy, and so responsive to my touch," he whispers in my ear, then bites the lobe.

He makes me come again, then turns me to the wall and positions my hands on the tile.

"Up on your toes, baby. Show me that pretty ass."

I do as he commands, and he grabs my hips, takes his cock in hand, and circles my pussy, teasing me until I'm quivering in anticipation.

When I'm sure he's going to tease me forever, he thrusts inside, catching me off guard. When he fucks me good, his rhythm building, my breasts bounce.

He pinches my nipples, tugging on them, and another sharp orgasm shoots through me.

His arms wrap around me, holding me up when my body melts.

He finishes, pounding into me as he comes hard.

Then he washes me again, dries my body with a thick towel, and carries my exhausted body to his bed.

As I drift off to oblivion, a hazy thought flits through my mind…

He didn't use a condom in the shower.