Enslaved by the Ocean
Page 48

“Go below deck, don’t let anyone up here.”
Drake nods, and walks off, giving me a quick gentle smile before disappearing. I turn my gaze back to Hendrix, and he slowly begins walking toward me.
“Don’t do this,” I whisper. “Just let me go, Hendrix.”
“I can’t do that, inocencia,” he says in a careful tone.
“Just let me go. I will find a way off, I won’t let you hold me here.”
He stops in front of me and reaches out, but I shove at him and duck past him. Rushing to the side of the ship.
“There is no way off. You know that.”
I spin around, shaking with emotion. “I hate you! I fucking hate you. Just let me go, don’t make me become someone’s sex slave. I don’t deserve this.”
My entire body begins to tremble, and tears rush down my cheeks. He seems shocked by my crying, and he tilts his head to the side, studying me.
“Inocencia,” he begins.
“Fuck you!” I scream, rushing toward the door. He catches me before I can get to it, and he wraps his big arms around my body and squeezes me close.
“Let me go,” I hiss. “Just let me go.”
“Listen to me,” he orders.
“Fuck you, pirate!”
“Indigo…”
“No,” I scream, shoving him so hard he takes two steps back. “I won’t listen to you. All you’re going to do is make me feel incomplete. Do you know that you can do that? Make someone feel so utterly worthless? You touched me like I mattered, and yet you look at me like I’m a sale. I won’t do it. I don’t deserve it. I don’t…”
He’s moving toward me before I can finish, and before I know what’s happening he grips my shoulder and jerks me forward, crushing his lips down on mine.
My world stops.
My legs give way.
Hendrix wraps his arms around my waist, holding me up before parting my shocked frozen lips with his tongue. It only takes a moment for me to respond. My entire body is tingling with warmth, my heart is thumping, and my stomach is full of butterflies. I open my mouth to him, and I let him slide his tongue inside. I connect my tongue with his, and finally, I get to taste him. It’s been worth the wait. His lips, his tongue, his mouth: it’s like heaven. The feeling of his stubble on my cheeks is exactly as I imagined.
He makes a throaty sound, and pushes my body up against the side of the ship, and the frenzy takes over both of us. I grip the back of his neck, urging him closer, and he leans down, gripping my pants and shoving them down.
I don’t stop kissing him, I can’t. I whimper into his mouth, and a warm gush of salty air causes my hair to flick around. He lifts one hand, grabbing the thick locks and tugging my head back. His mouth slides from mine, and I groan in disapproval.  He chuckles huskily and continues moving my pants. Then his lips are on mine again, hard, desperate, hungry.
He grips his jeans, jerking them down, and then he lifts my leg over his hip before shoving my panties aside. Hard and fast. Oh, yes. He grips my ass, his fingers bite into my flesh, and then he impales me in one swift movement. I cry out, letting his lips go to throw my head back. His other hand grips the back of my head, keeping it tilted so he can find my neck with his lips. Then he pulls out and drives into me again.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Hendrix.”
“So fuckin’ wet,” he growls against my neck, thrusting again.
The one leg that is still on the ground begins to buckle, and I grip the side of the ship for balance. Hendrix releases my hair, places his hand on the railing and begins to thrust harder, faster. I scream, my sex clenches, and my body tingles with need. His hand is still on my ass, using it to drive each thrust, making sure my hips are tilted on that perfect angle. I feel my pussy clench and those bolts of pleasure start coming in closer and closer together until I explode.
“Oh, God!” I scream.
“Aw, fuck,” Hendrix roars.
Together we come, as if our bodies are in sync. I can feel every jerk of his cock, and I have no doubt he can feel every clench of my pussy. He slowly releases my ass, and my leg slides down. He wraps his arm around my waist, but keeps me pressed against the side of the ship. I drop my head into his chest, and breathe him in.
“I changed my mind,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m not selling you, Indigo.”
I lift my head, and meet his gaze. “But why?”
He looks out to the ocean for a moment before turning back to me. “Because you do something to me, right here,” he says, thumping his chest, right over his heart. “And one thing I’ve learned in my life, is that when something affects your heart, you don’t let it go. There are only so many times in life something can have that affect on a person.”
I feel my entire body swell with…is that love?
Am I in love with Hendrix?
“The minute I saw you running I knew I had made a fucking mistake. It burned watching you swim away from me, and it was in that moment that I knew you had gotten deeper than I thought. You’re something to me, inocencia, I’m not quite sure what that something is yet, but I’m not lettin’ you go.”
“Why do you call me that?” I whisper.
“Because it’s what you are, Indigo,” he murmurs, stroking a stray piece of hair from my forehead. “You are innocence.”
Innocence.
I’m not innocence anymore.
“Sit,” Hendrix says, and I stare around at the room of pirates.