The Captain’s Rebel
by C.B. Halverson Publication Date: April 3, 2017 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Historical Romance
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Land. Power. Influence. Mary O’Malley knows these are the only things that matter in her war-torn country. Determined to win back her ancestral home, she must embark on a journey across the Atlantic disguised as a cabin boy. But her ruse brings her under the control of a dangerous sea captain who demands from her the one thing she will never give—complete and total submission. Captain Richard Grant runs a tight ship, and he didn’t claw his way up through the ranks of the Royal Navy to be undone by a headstrong Irish girl hell-bent on jeopardizing his mission and his crew. If she insists on dressing like a man, then she can take his punishments. He demands obedience, but his insatiable need for her leads to a complex game of sex, desire, and dominance not even he can control. Awakened by the passion Grant stirs in her, Mary finds herself falling for the stern captain. But when her false identity leads to rumors of her spying for the French, she must choose between her love for Ireland and the man who commands her body—and her heart.
The sharp sound of his hand against my flesh sang through his chambers, and this time I nearly broke in two with release, my bound breasts jammed against the table, my chest heaving. He slapped me again, but then his fingers trailed down the curve of my arse, sweeping past the tiny hole he had explored yesterday, to seek out my inner folds. With a slow, creeping closeness, he settled his hand near my opening, teasing me, brushing me with his touch.
He leaned over me, his voice thick. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped.
“You want my cock inside that secret little cunt of yours, don’t you?”
He slipped a finger into my slit, and I let out a long, shuddering exhale.
He moved another finger into me, slipping back and forth through my slick folds. I whimpered, soft mewling sounds escaping my lips as he moved me to the edge. “What do you want? Tell me.”
“I want your cock inside me, sir.”
His fingers moved faster, playing me, drawing out my release. “And what are you going to do for it?”
“Anything!” I gasped, heat blazing between my legs as I moved my hips in rhythm to his fingers, so rough and furious against my delicate skin.
“Will you obey me?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, the flames rising in my core. “I’ll follow your orders. I’ll do what ask.”
“Then come for me,” he breathed, his tongue brushing against my earlobe. “Come for me right now.”
My body burst in an explosion that left me blind, a bright white light filling my vision for a moment before I collapsed against the table, burying my face into my elbow. His strong arm held me up, bracing me against the side table as I gasped and hiccupped for air. Minutes passed, maybe hours. I couldn’t tell in the long silence stretching out between us. Finally, he slipped his fingers out from my opening, and he turned me around, bringing them to my lips. I tasted my own essence, salty and musky, and I opened my mouth wider, sucking on them, wishing they were Grant’s cock instead. He stared down at me with his piercing blue eyes and studied me as I sucked harder, turning my tongue over the callused pads of his fingertips.