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“A woman empowered is a beautiful thing. One to be worshiped, not feared.”
“You’re all so interesting. More complex than I thought you’d be.” “Because pirates are nothing but rough, grubby, ale-swigging simpletons?” “Because men are nothing but dick-swinging, drink-swilling simpletons, yes.”
Whenever Jim passes my cell, he shoots me a heated look that I interpret as “I’m going to fuck you then kill you,” or possibly vice versa—I’m not sure.
“Run,” he told me. And then, in a guttural snarl, “Eat you.” What is everyone’s obsession with eating me? Damn.
“Is your throat sore today? I’m going to give you a potion that will soothe it. Will you be a good girl and drink it down?”
“That’s my good girl,” I tell her gently. “Take your healer’s cock. Swallow your tonic and you’ll feel better.”
It’s sick that I chose this punishment. Sick that I’m letting them fuck me, use me, pleasure me, when I know they plan to murder me. I’m wretchedly needy. Absurdly disgusting. I’m a whore. And I want more. I straighten, lifting my head and staring around at them all. “Who’s next?”
“Sweet girl. Filthy darling girl.”
But I’m his. And if she’s his, she’s also mine. I swear it makes fucking sense.
Boy Math, but make it RH
A space opens in my heart—one that doesn’t steal any room from my love for the crew—it’s uniquely Quressa-shaped. Just for her.
She isn’t only soft, after all—she has edges, and shadows, and pain. One of us is going to die, and I revel in the beautifully gruesome tragedy of it. Fate is a whore for pain.
“Oh, lass, you shouldn’t have said that.” He settles himself alongside me, on his side while I lie splayed on my back. He flashes me a grin. “I take that as a challenge to be conquered. The sea always has another storm in her.”
“And you’re no fool, either. Sweetness and trust can look like foolishness to a hard-ass like me, but—you’re fucking incredible. Why did you have to be like this?” He kisses me again, harder. “Gods-fucking-damn-it. You make me want to—to protect you and shit. To buy you a damn bouquet of flowers, or a fucking crown.”
Varrow has gone insane. I love it.
I will break every bone in my body before I let her be hurt.
She makes me feel so fucking powerful and so desperately weak at the same time.
Kylar makes a gagging sound, even though he was the one holding Iro’s hand during sex a week ago.
The six of you existed just fine without me before—you’ll survive without me again. And I can die happy, knowing you’ll be alive and free and in love with each other, even though I’m gone.” “You’d really give yourself for us?” he says, low. “It would be my greatest joy.” My whisper is intense, my face tipped up to his, my lips grazing his mouth. “I’ve not done much to be proud of in my life, but freeing you—that would be something worthwhile.”
“Are you sure you want to break your vow?” I whisper. “My vow is already broken,” he says. “Because I’m in love with you, darling girl.”
But if there’s going to be an orgy, I’d rather be conscious so I can enjoy
