King of Libertines (Sea of Ruin, #0.5)

by Pam Godwin

I wasn’t the first lady pirate who feared neither God nor man nor death. And I wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m Bennett Sharp.” “The legendary daughter?” Silver eyes narrowed into disbelieving slits. “I thought you were a fantasy, invented by lonely, maniacal men.” “Perhaps I am.” I shrugged. “And you are?” “Priest.” He leaned against the ship’s rail, scrutinizing me. “Priest Farrell.” I almost laughed. “Does your name reflect your purpose, Priest?” “Only men who are virtuous serve the Lord.” “You strive to cheat God, then?” “God, Man, and Devil.” His lips flattened. No hint of humor.

“Look at her, Cheri. Isn’t she the most stunning creature you’ve ever seen?” “As ethereal as a sea queen.

“Looking at you brings me more pleasure than anything I could experience in this house.”

“Fierce, ravishing, glorious in ways no other woman could duplicate… That doesn’t begin to illustrate the sight of you.”

“You walk around with a perfect round backside in tight breeches, and you call me an indecent bastard? You’re torturing your crew, Captain.”

“I want to know you.” He let the wind tug my curl from his hand. “I want to see your command as a captain and hear your mind as a woman.”

We were becoming one. A single, inseparable unit. A mating of souls. And I was sending him into the clutch of another woman’s body.

I couldn’t even let myself imagine the possibility of him running off with the compass with no intention of returning. He wouldn’t do that. Not to me.

“You are a unique, stubborn, beautiful woman, Bennett Sharp.” He yanked my hips to his, grinding me against his arousal and making me wet. “I look forward to worshiping you, serving your body, and feasting on your cunt until we’re both drunk on pleasure.”