Kindle Notes & Highlights
To those who found themselves in ruin and decided to become the storm
Some people can only understand themselves through the eyes of those that hate them. B L A C K S A I L S
I’m a ghost in a world I can’t truly be a part of.
if I have a heart, it only beats to keep my dark soul alive, nothing more.
Key word being once because I belong to no one now—no man, no god, no king, and certainly never again to House De’Vero.
It’s amazing, but quick—surface level pleasure I won’t remember in a few hours. The kind of orgasm that just leaves you wanting more instead of feeling sated but there’s no way I’m attempting a round two when round one was so hard to work up to.
Carter is one of those men who looks like he comes straight from the home of the gods—so perfect they must have accidentally left him here on earth because no human should look this good. While he’s a good time, and trust me, we’ve had many—sometimes his perfection irritates me. Sometimes during sex all I want is to see him ruined. I want to see what’s under that perfect facade. Except I know what’s underneath—more perfection. It’s downright annoying.
Men are so different from women and sometimes I’m in the mood for this: hard planes and rough hands—while other times I want plentiful curves and soft skin. I don’t think one is better than the other, I just like to keep my options open.
Carter’s eyes as he looks up at me—reverent and…attached. I don’t find anything even close to that. I care for Carter and the sex is satisfying and fun but I definitely don’t feel anything close to the way he’s looking at me right now.
I want a challenge. I want passion. Carter is a god, on the streets and in bed, but I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that I don’t want a god— I want the devil.
I’d dragged Carter home, drank an entire bottle of wine to myself and messed around enough to get off before passing the fuck out.
“You buy freedom for many, but chains for yourself.” I’m caught off guard and shake my head in confusion. “I don’t know what—” “Yes you do.” Her voice is like silk over steel. “You’re a clever fox. But how long can you fool the hounds?” How she knows I’m a prince is concerning,
“The notorious James Blackwell—the devil of the seas, the villain in all the children’s tales—the Stormbreaker—a fearsome reputation to be sure,” I glance at Blackwell. “But a man all the same.” Blackwell makes a small, thoughtful sound as he stares at me. “Some would say I’m more monster than man.” “I’m too old for bedtime stories, Captain,” I state in a bored tone.
Dimples. The man has fucking dimples. I pour myself a finger of rum, down it, and immediately pour another and down that too because why the fuck am I fixated on Fox’s dimples? Why am I fixating on the man at all?
“There’s nothing for you at the end of this,” I say as I catch my breath. “You’ll be broken, reduced down to nothing but an echo of who you were—and in the end, you’ll get on your knees and beg for me to end you—just like they all do.”
“I’m afraid you’re too late,” he growls. “You can’t break an already broken man.”
That deadly smile is back on his face, looking like he’s about to go in for the kill. “Have you ever been with a man before?” My brow scrunches up in disbelief. “That’s your question?” “Yup,” Fox says, looking smug.
I can see in his eyes he’s enjoying every single second of this game. “No, I’ve never been with a man.”
Fox leans into me, his lips near my ear, breath coasting over my skin. “Well, Captain—” His voice is low and slightly raspier than normal. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”
Fuck. Was Fox flirting with me? Why the hell would he do that? God, that man is confusing.
Some men are made of storms he’s made of the silence that comes after Below that, scrawled in the corner: Don’t worry, this isn’t goodbye. Try not to miss me— “Motherfucker—” I hiss.
“You look so good on your knees, I might just keep you there—” His eyes search mine, dark and sensual. “And show you what surrender really tastes like.”
To trace the scars without asking for their stories, to know that he is both the wreckage and the wave —the steel and the surrender nothing more than a man, aching under the weight of his own name.
They keep going, because Monsters do not hide— They escape
“Don’t condemn the man for the sins of his father.” “I judge a man by his actions, General.”
“You know the best part about being out at sea, Captain? The sea needs no names—only truths.” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes. “The tide commands me, the horizon calls to me—but neither requires me to be anything other than a man of salt and sin.”
“What?” He looks up at where my attention is focused. “Is this mood because of him?” I don’t answer and Harrison shakes his head. “Unfortunately, we can’t kill him—thanks to you—so I suggest you get the fuck over it.” He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “Respectfully of course, Captain.”
The poetry again. The man has a thing for it, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot as fuck that we have that in common.
I rip the man off Caspian and shove him away. “Get the fuck out,” I snarl. The man is shocked, rightly so, I’m rather shocked myself, but I can’t stop these feelings raging through me. No one should be touching him. No one— What the fuck am I doing?
He slowly sinks to his knees and all my flimsy illusions of control shatter. The prince—on his knees. For me. I’m so fucked. Caspian looks up, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Enjoy it, Captain, this is the only time you’ll see me kneeling.” His mouth slides over my head and I’m gone—done.
“Fuck, Caspian—” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I don’t know what sounds are coming out of my mouth. I no longer care about anything but the incredibly hot man at my feet as I watch my cock disappear down his throat. I push aside any stubborn lingering doubts as to whether or not I want this and sink my fingers into his hair. The vivid image of that man doing this to him invades my thoughts, and I shove him down the last few inches.
“This mouth is fucking mine,” I growl. No one should be touching him. No one—but me. At my words Caspian whimpers.
I just may have found salvation in my destruction.
🥹
That, or, it could be the broody pirate Captain who has taken it upon himself to lead the charge in taking Malik down. And let me tell you, it’s doing things to me.
“You don’t have to put your sexual preferences in a box by the way,” I add. “You’re allowed to experiment without it defining you.”
“I’ve never wanted something like that to happen with another man before.” His words send desire threading through my veins, slow and certain. I lose myself in his eyes, a force drawing me in like the tide. “Just me.” “Just you.” His voice is a whisper, as though he doesn’t trust himself with the truth yet.
Watching Blackwell settle into battle mode is a sight to behold. I have to remind myself to pay attention to everything else, and not just drool over the pirate captain commanding his ship like it’s as easy as breathing.
My pirate. Yeah, there’s no denying that anymore. He’s stuck with me through some dark shit, even volunteering to fight my demons for me—something I didn’t even really have time to swoon over but now that I’m thinking about it is driving me insane with how hot it is. What’s between us is possessive and more than a little dangerous but damn it if I’m not already addicted.
Yeah, there’s no goddamn privacy on this ship. But I’m starting to wish there was.
His hand slips to the back of my neck, and then his lips are on mine.
My grip tightens possessively as I drag him closer. My lips find his and it’s like coming home. Caspian immediately presses into me, returning the kiss with an urgency I can feel in my blood.
I’m drowning in him and I don’t want to be saved.
Oh damn!!
“Shut up,” he growls. “Just shut the fuck up.” His voice is slightly breathless as he backs me into the wall. His hand grips my jaw, holding me in place and his lips crash into mine.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to—I don’t need to. He’s giving me life, each gasp is like coming up for air, but I’m also willing to drown in him.
They both said it!!
“If I were a better man, I would leave you untouched by the ruin of me,” he rasps, his voice gravel in his throat. He looks like he’s torn between surrender and sacrifice—like he might walk right back out if he thinks too hard.
“I’m not asking for a better man,” I say. “You don’t know what that means.”
“Besides, it’s too late to leave me untouched by you.” His hands go to my hips and I lower my lips to hover over his. “Your touch damned me.” I run my thumb over his bottom lip. “Your kiss ruined me and if I’m to be lost—it’ll be in the darkness with you.”
“You’re what I want, James,” I whisper, driving the point home. His hands take my face, a spark of that reckless fire blazing a trail through my blood and I watch the doubt harden into resolve. “Then I’ll be your storm,” He growls, his grip is demanding, the brush of his lips is anything but. “And you my ocean tide.”
I’m swooning!!
The rumble he’s making is a sound I’ll take to my grave, especially as it develops into a curse and he closes his eyes.
Once again, I’m surprised by his confidence. For someone who hasn’t ever done this before, he certainly isn’t being shy about it. There’s no hesitation—only his dominance that is so fucking hot to submit to.
