- What are you going to do? – She managed to ask scared. - Put me down! Now! You... You brute!
Little by little the men began to move away from her despair. It was a terrible sign. Was she going to be alone here with him? The fury he exuded could make her shiver. Maybe that time she had overdone it... Goddess! It wasn't the reaction of a man who'd had the opportunity to get rid of an unwanted wife. Was?
- You are nothing but a willful woman, my little bitch. I'm sick of your confusion. Try to control your sassy tongue when you talk to me. You make the holiest of men lose all patience. I'm not Will to put up with your damn whims! And not even Vlad.
They had arrived at the stable near the harbour and Richard carried her to one of the empty stalls, looking for a reinforced crate. Gypsy found herself helplessly placed face down on the male knees in a daze. He wouldn't dare!
-. Not even Faith is so reckless in her antics, you are an unruly tomboy. Morgan thundered out of his mind, dropping his arm over her ass. Anger shivered in his body as he lifted a punishing hand.
It was a humiliation. It was punishment applied to disobedient children. Not even Vlad had done that. The firm hand came down punishingly, drawing a groan of humiliation from her as he struggled to kick her shins. Damn man. He was heartless callous.
-Your...your. Miserable... Damn bastard! Batard!
-I've been looking for this for a long time. I could... - His voice trailed off.
He knew the bay was locked and the stables empty and guarded. His hand slid along the fabric, finding the soft skin. AND...
Stunned Gypsy, stopped in shock, fighting back tears. Anger, humiliation, and despair streamed down their pale faces. His accusations were absurd. She wouldn't have just run away if Vlad had accepted… It was utter nonsense. He held his breath with the contact of the warm hand.
-No... don't do that. Go to hell, damn it! You wouldn't dare! Can't imagine...
-We will have to learn to improve our vocabulary, no doubt. And why not? - he replied indifferently. - My devil. I think we can have fun, don't you? At least before boarding...
Gypsy struggled uselessly against him. His teasing hand slid between her legs, up and down her growing affliction without any respite. It was unfair...
- Convinced! You're...
-Oh, sweetie. Trouble still to contain the willful genius? His vocabulary remains worthy of a sailor rather than a young lady. It is better to bend the tongue. . This one is...
Defeated, Gypsy lowered her head and began to protest. Her pride fell to pieces. You should be proud, shouldn't you? Her fingers started caresses on her that...
- So, I think you'll enjoy a good spanking while...? – Morgan teased excitedly. – Reflecting after all on your imprudence?
"To hell with you miserable, arrogant, arrogant…" Gypsy protested, all too aware of his masculine presence. Of him in himself. The pressure on your abdomen from the erection...
-You have two minutes for me to give me your word that you won't behave like a capricious woman again.- Um...and let's have a fun, devil.
Gypsy sobbed, swallowing the curses. He was a heartless soul. Reprehensible for torturing her like that. She remained defiantly silent. She wasn't going to agree to any of that. She didn't feel the least bit guilty about the unfair accusations. Heavens! This was torture. She bit back a moan at the delicious invasion and the boldest, most penetrating caresses.
-Two... I'm in awe of the education of young girls nowadays. You're not going to wear those damn shorts again. - Richard cursed.
-I wasn't showing off... - Gypsy replied haughtily. -Curse! Did you expect me to wear a dress on the ship? What did you think I could wear?
He was a bloody unfeeling, cruel wolf. Had she managed to make him that angry?
Morgan didn't refute the truth of the felt words. For God! It was maddening to see her parading in those outfits that left nothing to the imagination. The worse temptation was to look at her and know he couldn't just touch her like he wanted to. But now there and alone...
-Three... Let's start the lessons again.- Morgan's voice shook hoarsely.
It was the onslaught of violent emotions that dominated him and against which he could not maintain any control. She was reckless. Tempting, maddeningly sexy mind in damn boy clothes. She had no sense of danger in putting herself in dangerous situations! The stubborn girl undermined every damn control of him.
The strong hand came down again, punishing advanced, drawing a low moan from her. He almost lost control seeing the girl start to react to the taunts.
She hated him with all her might. She couldn't love this horrible, soulless man. The physical punishment was nothing close to the feeling that…she knew he was aroused. He was a gallant provocateur. The smacks muffled by his clothes had appeal… she was not going to capitulate at all.
-No. Not. So it's low cheating. I... I promise. Stop!- Gypsy finally consented to hate herself.
She felt her body trembling in response to his caresses. Now they were more invasive and slippery and circular and...
Morgan took a deep breath, the muscles tensing in his tight body. At the same moment, he put Gypsy on the ground and stood up. Her bright eyes reflected desire. Compassion.
Hell, this isn't the tavern or the ship. Don't look at me like that and...!
He was having a hard time absorbing the information. He shook his head helplessly with thoughts more confused than before. Ah, it was not a good option to tease Gypsy if he lost control..she was a girl used to getting involved in dangerous games, with the typical lack of temerity common to all women.
Gypsy backed off. No action. She was in his arms, feeling the teeth nibbling at her ear and the pressure of his erection brushing her buttocks and...
-Richard! Here? And what's with the hair?
-And why not? We're alone and... Well, I didn't like it. They are short and...
Gypsy took a deep breath, realizing with excitement he fit between her legs and her pants open. She closed her eyes expectantly at the invasion and gasped… Her strong arms wrapped around her as she felt him slide inside her, shaking from head to toe.
-You're still using the damn herbs, aren't you? he complained, choking on hoarse groans. - Please tell me you're... I need to... Ah. Gipsy...
Morgan frowned, struggling to regain his composure. His body was still tense just remembering her foolishness. Engage in a slave ship! Desire dominated his instincts. Even so, he took several breaths trying to calm down. She was lovingly arching her hips as he plunged into her, sliding in a maddening back-and-forth trajectory and… Was it fear that assailed him? What if he simply hadn't arrived in time to contain his foolishness?
-But of course, I am, why?
-Because I'm going to come inside you, my dear. I like to see this deliciousness with my sperm... I hate having to interrupt the thing at the best part and...
-I thought you preferred it that way...- Gypsy complained, sighing deeply.
The sensation was... she felt herself floating... His movements... The pressure of his thrusts into her body... she knew she was wet enough to welcome him and...
-God! I like how tight it is. Hot... It's going to drive me crazy like this... I already told you how I like to fuck this delight and...- His hand held her hair by the back of her neck. - I think you'll agree that they're too short for that and we have fun...
He had always considered himself a man of morals and principles. What wild ideas could pass through that winged little head? Curse! He was a wolf. He had tasted of her flesh and tasted of her blood. By all rights she was his, and it was not just duty and obligations that motivated him. He wanted her…he was letting himself drain inside her encouraged by her moans…
Before he could let the pleasure overtake him and overwhelm him, she took his delicate hand in hers with a sigh. Small and delicate hands that held with total dexterity...
His eyes strayed from the sight of her, gliding over the shapely legs the shorts barely concealed, fighting the urge. The half-open shirt hinted at the soft contour of her breasts, adding to her misfortune.
"I didn't mean to..." His voice softened even more as he approached her. –.It's just that...I like the hair...damn it. I didn't like it that way. They're short!
Gypsy looked away, unmoved by the plea in his hesitant words.
- I'd rather it was... It was easier to fool Vlad that way.
-God! No!- The conversation started to make him angry once more.- I like your hair longer and...
Gypsy looked at him hurt. Her glowing eyes dart countless accusations.
-Is not true. He spends all his time thinking about her. - the girl vented anguished. - I'm not Katherine!
Morgan stopped, stunned by the accusations. He was even comparing Gypsy to Katie, moved by the hurt of his first wife's infidelities. Had she caught that in his thoughts? Rays! Where was all her iron grip on her emotions? That girl was forcing him to push all his limits.
"I didn't mean to offend you." Richard searched for words. "If you'd met Katie, you'd know what I'm saying. The wedding was a disaster. Her death...
He hesitated. It was his fault for Katie's death. If he'd agreed to let her go… Why the hell hadn't he? Wounded pride? If he had loved Katie, he might have won her affections. She was so young and impressionable.
The Gypsy way is fun, relaxed and always full of jokes... I never knew what to expect... It was such a tender and genuine emotion that it was scary. He was experiencing uncharted terrain. It was fear. And he hated the feeling. She was just beautiful in those clothes. A woman perfectly created by nature to hallucinate a poor man.
Gypsy intended to walk away. Her eyes were intense as they watched her as if they could devour her. She flinched reflexively at the sight of him touching her hair with an unsteady hand.
-I like their colour. - The male voice showed surprise to see that. - I like it even more because it doesn't always wear loose. I don't like men looking and admiring... I hate those unfortunate pointed cones with their veils. I like even more to undo your hairstyle... They are enough to drive a poor man crazy to undo them. It makes me excited. Gypsy looked at him in wonder. She didn't expect that. She found herself pulled into his male arms without action and even more surprised, beginning the maddening caresses from before.
Morgan held her against him with a shudder.
-Ah, Gypsy... If you only knew how much I want you... - he murmured in her ear and the low, sonorous voice seemed like an exciting caress. Morgan let his mouth travel down her delicate neck to her ear, whispering pleasure.
She stopped still as he was enfolded in his strong arms, feeling his seductive strength. Her firm mouth nibbled, teased and cajoled his lips in a tempting invitation until finally, hesitant Gypsy allowed herself to feel the softness of their meeting tongues.
She could easily melt like that and would have agreed to anything he asked of her when she felt his soft fingers caress the hard peaks of her breasts, moaning into her mouth. She could feel his feverish impatience as he brushed his muscular body against hers, revelling in the contact between their bodies as he backed her against the stable wall. The whirlwind of emotions left her breathless. It was the hot, breathless words murmured in her ears that suddenly made her very aware of her female power, knowing she was capable of affecting his control. Their tongues met in a kiss loaded with tension, without any docility, moved by the ardour of something unknown to her.
It was a subtle movement that woke them up to the reality around them and Morgan swore under his breath.
-Damn the devil! It has to be punishment. Arrange the clothes...
There was the sound of footsteps.
Jack cleared his throat, averting his head as he caught them like that moments later, causing Richard to swallow another veiled curse. Immediately, he pulled Gypsy behind him, while taking off his doublet to cover his shoulders from the prying eyes. He was burning in a cauldron of boiling oil. Miserably excited.
-It would be better if we could leave the port sooner...
Morgan nodded in agreement. He needed to get Gypsy out of town as soon as possible.
-Will you need another mount for the girl? - Jack asked, uncomfortable with the silence after an eternity of embarrassment.
He just stared at his wife with a dark, lust-filled gaze.
-It will not be necessary. She will make the trip in my mount's saddle. We need to leave Chabone, Jack. Before Vlad finds out that Gypsy is with me.
And may God have mercy on him. He was more involved in this girl's charm and antics than he could admit. He'd tasted her blood. There was his brand...
Richard sighed. He knew the consequences. The mark was perfect, a sight that only he adored and saw. It was marked right there between...
-Gypsy, I'll find a way to solve all this mess with Vlad. I give my word.
And none of that happened.