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“You lied to me,” he spits out. He’s referring to Wendy Darling. “You left me,” I counter.
But now that he’s closer, there’s no mistaking the bulge between my thighs. I smile again.
“I really do fuck like a god. Ask anyone.” “I would rather not.” “I could show you.”
We are a dichotomy, the Captain and I. He wants to forget who he is and I am afraid I might not remember who I was.
He winks at me, swats me on the ass, and steps inside. I really am going to murder him. I mean it this time. More than any of the other times before.
He rolls his eyes at me. Bloody hell he has the fucking best eye roll. So sexy and rolly.
And yet some days I am aware that I am driven mostly by fear. Fear of who I am. Fear of who I’m not. Fear of what happens when I face myself in the mirror. To be bold is to be truthful and I am built of lies.
Lies My Captain Told Me.’” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, trailing it with wetness. He laughs. “That’s the title of my future memoir.”
“Shut up,” I tell him because I can’t think of anything more sufficient. “Make me, Captain,” he challenges, bracing his tongue on the sharp tine of his incisor. “I can think of one very fun way for you to shut me up.” “Bloody hell.” I grip my drink harder. I’m shocked the clay hasn’t cracked. “I’m talking about blow jobs, Captain.” “Yes, I know.”
“Blow jobs are a power dichotomy,” he says and sits up straighter, dusting the shell from his hands. “Most people think that being on your knees and getting railed in the face is a position of submission. But a man is never more vulnerable than he is when his cock is in someone’s mouth. Especially a mouth with sharp teeth.”
“Please accept my apologies.” I reach across the table and pat her hand. “I plan on fucking him tonight so I must decline.”
“Why don’t you give in to me,” I tell him. “And let me repent for what I did to you all those years ago.”
With an impatient grumble, the Crocodile pulls me against him and suddenly his mouth is on mine.
“You kissed me,” I blurt like a drunk idiot. He smiles. “It was a calculated distraction.” It worked.
For once, I’m the one taken by surprise. I am not often surprised. I am not often delighted by being surprised. It’s like opening a present meant for someone else and finding exactly the thing you wanted all along. Now it’s mine and now I will not give it back.
“Captain,” I say when his grasp on my bicep tightens like he wants to tear into me too. “If I had known killing men for you would get you so horny, I would have slaughtered a village a long time ago.”
“Tell me, Captain, are you sober? Do you know what you’re asking for? Because once you have it, there is no turning back.” “Are you insinuating you’re a drug?” I smile showing all my sharp teeth. “I’m insinuating that once you have me, you will not be the same after.”
“I want to fuck your arrogant fucking face.”
“Show me,” he demands. “Show me the cock Wendy Darling chose over mine.”
“When the queen asks for silence, you obey,” she says. The Captain’s mouth drops open too and he breaks her rule within seconds of her declaring it. “Wendy Darling,” he says. “You’re alive.”
And a bratty Captain has me feeling feelings I’d rather not feel. Like the desire to throw him onto the bed and blow that frustration right off his face.
“This is always what I hated most about him,” he admits, his voice low and hoarse. “What?” I coax. “How damn good he looks in a suit.” My jaw drops a little, nose burning.
asked you to stay,” he says. “You refused me.” “You cut off James’s hand.” “If a hand touches what’s mine, then the hand is mine too. And you were mine first.” There is still a smile on his beautiful mouth, but the look in his eye has turned dark.
