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been preparing to rape her.
“Absolutely.”
She seemed very up to the task, tying him so tight, he cried out. As she finished, she turned the guy toward her and kneed him in the crotch. He doubled over in pain.
The eastern horizon was beginning to show the start of the new day as all four of the pirates were loaded into their dinghy. Drew disabled the engine of their skiff and used the boat hook to shove them off. As he pointed the gun toward their boat, they all began to beg and cry, apparently sure that he was going to kill them. Drew’s mind flashed back to the bastards standing over Sam with the intent to rape her, and he had to admit the idea was tempting. But he turned his aim at the last second and blew three holes in the bottom of the wooden skiff.
The water immediately spouted in, covering the bottom of the boat. He glanced toward the island. If they could swim at all, they might make it to the narrow beach when the boat went down, though he didn’t really give a shit . . .
Samantha was quiet while he prepared the boat to weigh anchor. As the breeze picked up and the island disappeared from view behind them, she brought coffee and a breakfast bar to him in the cockpit. As he sat in the stern with his hand on the wheel, she sat next to him and snuggled close, shivering against the cool breeze. When he looked over at her, she took her hands and framed his face, looking into his eyes. He ignored the funny feeling the power of her eyes gave him. He had to keep things in perspective. “You okay?”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the lips. She withdrew with a confused look. She continued to stare at him, stirring fire in his loins, so much so that he had to look away. She moved next to him again, clinging to his free arm. “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to get warm.”
With his free arm he drew her close and rubbed her shoulder. The shivers subsided after a few moments, but she made no attempt to free herself from his hold. Strangely, she felt good next to him. With her arms folded across her breasts, she fit neatly into the space between his arm and chest. For a long while, the silence prevailed, as warmth permeated between their bodies. To his surprise he didn’t feel ill at ease.
He turned the vessel slightly to port to pick up the eastern wind, as the blood red sun rose across the starboard bow.
They made the northern tip of Andros by nightfall. Drew had been quiet for most of the day and remained quiet as he secured the boat anchors. Samantha had a bad case of the shakes. She could not erase the memories of that early morning, the helpless feeling that she was about to be raped, made worse by the memory of her last time with Brad. As she looked into the eyes of her assailant, she’d seen that same look of desperation as she had with Brad. There was no doubt in her mind that the pirates could have delivered, unlike Brad toward the end of their time together.
The last night in bed with Brad had been a nightmare. She’d been at first relieved when he couldn’t maintain his erection. At least her wounds would be confined to her face. But then he’d used his anger to become aroused. The more he hurt her, the more aroused he became. She’d never forget the fear that he’d never come, so that it could finally be over.
The look from the pirate had been the same. It wasn’t so much a physical need, as much as it was a look of total dominance and power. A cocky expression that said they would have their way in any form and fashion they wanted and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Even the thought that Drew was somewhere on the boat couldn’t alleviate that feeling of hopelessness and dread that she had felt. It wasn’t so much the fear of physical pain, even though that was in the forefront of her mind, it was more than a man’s slimy, dirty body part was going to violate her.
Thinking about what had nearly happened made her shudder again. Although the air
“Absolutely.”
She seemed very up to the task, tying him so tight, he cried out. As she finished, she turned the guy toward her and kneed him in the crotch. He doubled over in pain.
The eastern horizon was beginning to show the start of the new day as all four of the pirates were loaded into their dinghy. Drew disabled the engine of their skiff and used the boat hook to shove them off. As he pointed the gun toward their boat, they all began to beg and cry, apparently sure that he was going to kill them. Drew’s mind flashed back to the bastards standing over Sam with the intent to rape her, and he had to admit the idea was tempting. But he turned his aim at the last second and blew three holes in the bottom of the wooden skiff.
The water immediately spouted in, covering the bottom of the boat. He glanced toward the island. If they could swim at all, they might make it to the narrow beach when the boat went down, though he didn’t really give a shit . . .
Samantha was quiet while he prepared the boat to weigh anchor. As the breeze picked up and the island disappeared from view behind them, she brought coffee and a breakfast bar to him in the cockpit. As he sat in the stern with his hand on the wheel, she sat next to him and snuggled close, shivering against the cool breeze. When he looked over at her, she took her hands and framed his face, looking into his eyes. He ignored the funny feeling the power of her eyes gave him. He had to keep things in perspective. “You okay?”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the lips. She withdrew with a confused look. She continued to stare at him, stirring fire in his loins, so much so that he had to look away. She moved next to him again, clinging to his free arm. “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to get warm.”
With his free arm he drew her close and rubbed her shoulder. The shivers subsided after a few moments, but she made no attempt to free herself from his hold. Strangely, she felt good next to him. With her arms folded across her breasts, she fit neatly into the space between his arm and chest. For a long while, the silence prevailed, as warmth permeated between their bodies. To his surprise he didn’t feel ill at ease.
He turned the vessel slightly to port to pick up the eastern wind, as the blood red sun rose across the starboard bow.
They made the northern tip of Andros by nightfall. Drew had been quiet for most of the day and remained quiet as he secured the boat anchors. Samantha had a bad case of the shakes. She could not erase the memories of that early morning, the helpless feeling that she was about to be raped, made worse by the memory of her last time with Brad. As she looked into the eyes of her assailant, she’d seen that same look of desperation as she had with Brad. There was no doubt in her mind that the pirates could have delivered, unlike Brad toward the end of their time together.
The last night in bed with Brad had been a nightmare. She’d been at first relieved when he couldn’t maintain his erection. At least her wounds would be confined to her face. But then he’d used his anger to become aroused. The more he hurt her, the more aroused he became. She’d never forget the fear that he’d never come, so that it could finally be over.
The look from the pirate had been the same. It wasn’t so much a physical need, as much as it was a look of total dominance and power. A cocky expression that said they would have their way in any form and fashion they wanted and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Even the thought that Drew was somewhere on the boat couldn’t alleviate that feeling of hopelessness and dread that she had felt. It wasn’t so much the fear of physical pain, even though that was in the forefront of her mind, it was more than a man’s slimy, dirty body part was going to violate her.
Thinking about what had nearly happened made her shudder again. Although the air
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