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An Unbridled Lust (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 24,484
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Historical Romance, spanking, HEA]

Brinley Pageant lives a life of servitude to a bitterly cruel aunt. When her ambitious plan of escape washes away with the death of her brother, she looks to his employer, a wealthy merchant ship’s handsome captain, for a way out of her dire circumstances. However, she cannot take advantage of the man she’s in love with, nor can she foresee the obstacle in the way of them being together, especially when her wicked aunt sells her to a white slave trader.

Captain Lucas Pemberton has suffered a long voyage at sea lusting after the virtuous Brinley in erotic dreams. When she throws herself at him in her grief, he succumbs to her sweet innocence and takes her to his bed, not letting other commitments in his life stop him from enjoying one afternoon of making love to the breathtakingly beautiful virgin.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Caught up in her reveries, Brinley stared at Captain Pemberton on the wharf. He talked to several men, some of his ship hands, she assumed. She hesitated calling out to him. Poor, orphaned, and lacking a formal education, she knew in her heart he’d never consider her anything more than a sister to one of his crew members. Still, she didn’t let it stop her from imagining over his and her brother’s yearlong absence that things could be different.

She shook away the distracting daydreams and turned her focus once again toward the location of her brother. Everett’s whereabouts were more important than an unseemly shout she might make to say hello.

She continued skirting the crowd, moving closer to the ship. It didn’t make her overview of the men onboard any better. She looked at more sailors disembarking. As they trotted down the gangplank, their hats, coats, and beards hid their identities. For a fleeting moment, she worried she might not recognize Everett.

Nonsense. She laughed away the notion and kept looking at the men. Impatience got the better of her. She reconsidered her weak reasons for not asking the captain to help. After all, he was in charge. He’d know the comings and goings of his men. Maybe he had assigned a duty to her brother that had delayed him.

“Captain!” she shouted. “Captain Pemberton!”

He obviously heard her by the way he turned his head and looked around.

“Captain!” she yelled again, ignoring the other people that looked at her.

She waved while trying to hold her fur muff, her string-handled purse, and the enormous box of chocolates for her brother. She shook her hand in the air high enough to catch his attention. His searching gaze stopped on her. A small, niggling concern that he had completely forgotten who she was twisted her stomach into knots. Other parts of her body ached from the memories of her desires. Unable to comprehend how hard it suddenly was to breathe, she swallowed past the dryness in her throat. Her infatuation with the captain had turned into something more real than any fantasy. She found herself working words over in her head as to what she might say to remind him who she was. The awkward moment left her without a plan. Did she wave again? Was he really looking at her?

The captain’s arm went up, and he waved back. Her heart fluttered at the recognition he gave. Excitement bubbled inside her, yet apprehension clung to her every thought. She pushed through the crowd to reach him. He did the same, heading her direction in an equally hurried fashion.

The prospects of the captain being pleased to see her again thrilled her to the core. Her aunt would wallop her for her brazenness in going to the docks, let alone approaching any man. As she neared the captain, it worried her that her aunt would find out. But that wasn’t an important concern now.

Several times, she paused and looked around, hoping to find Everett on her own. Then she realized, with Everett home, she’d never have to fear her aunt’s wrath again.

Unable to see her brother anywhere in the large turnout of people, she continued toward Captain Pemberton. Each step she took, men, women, and children bumped into her. It hindered her progress. Like a fish going up stream, she walked against the current of people leaving the area.

She kept in mind her need to reach Everett. So many plans had weighed on her as she waited his return. He promised to take her away from their aunt’s house forever. Brinley’s efforts to please the woman were never satisfactory. With Everett’s wages, they had planned to buy a small cottage in the country. He would paint beautiful landscapes as he had always hoped, and she’d take in laundry and grow a garden to sell vegetables at the marketplace. Between the both of them, they’d make enough money to enjoy a life beyond the staunchness of their cruel aunt. Saddled with having the extra chores Everett had left behind, Brinley felt the burden lifting with each step she took.

“Miss Pageant.” The captain reached through the crowd, trying to get closer.

A shiver of delight ran through her. He said her name. Not her given name, but her name nonetheless. It meant he remembered her.

“Captain Pemberton.” Her heart beat faster.

With his scruffy face in need of a shave, it seemed impossible for him to be even more handsome than she recalled.

She reached for him between two men. His hand touched hers, and a tingling warmth of heat shot up her arm. She breathed a bit heavier and her face heated with a blush. A deluge of sexual fantasies she’d had of him entered her thoughts, and she stared at him, afraid he’d see in her eyes the intimacy she had imagined between them.

“Captain Pemberton, I don’t wish to be a bother, but have you seen my brother, Everett?” She squeezed through the men, closing the gap between her and the captain.

“Miss Pageant.” His hand slid along her arm and circled, taking hold of her elbow. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Someone bumped into her, pushing her forward. The muff and the box of chocolates prevented her from completely colliding with the captain.

“Is Everett still onboard the ship?” she asked, stepping back, looking into his dark green eyes.

A nudge of someone else shoved her tighter to him. She turned her head into his shoulder, feeling the strength of his arms protectively surrounding her. A deep breath, and she caught the scent of him beneath his winter wool coat. The hint of the salty sea clung to his clothes.

“Let’s move out of the way so we can talk,” he whispered hoarsely near her ear. “I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” She tipped her head back, looking up at him.

With her face still close to his, she felt the warmth of his breath. His lips parted to speak, and all she could think about was what it would be like to kiss him.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She placed her hand over his, spreading his fingers over her breast and squeezing.

Lucas looked up. Did he think her too bold?

“I’ve had dreams of you doing that.” She lowered her lashes, feeling silly for telling him.

“You’ve dreamed of me?” He continued to play with her breasts. “What else did you dream of me doing?”

She opened her eyes. With his mouth cocked up on one side, he appeared amused, aroused, certainly interested. She bit her bottom lip, unsure if she should say.

“Tell me, so that I can please you.” He rubbed his hand up and down, flexing her burning-hot nipple against his work-hewn palm.

“Naughty things,” she whispered, wanting to keep him attracted.

He circled her. “And just how would you know about such things?” He cupped both her breasts from behind.

“I found a book in my aunt’s dresser.”

“What kind of book?” His hands moved to her belly and around to her hips.

“A novel, anonymously written by someone very amorous and highly inventive.” She gasped at the sudden sweep of his touch over the front of her pantalets.

“Did you like what you read?” He circled and stopped in front of her.

“Yes.” She nodded.

He folded his hand around the side of her neck and pulled her forward. “Those kinds of books take sex beyond a normal level of involvement.” He grasped the back of her head, twisting his fingers into her hair.

“Yes, I know.” She felt his grip tighten.

“And it still excited you?”

Brinley breathed harder. “Very much,” she murmured, moving her hand to Lucas’s hip.

He steered her head away by the hair he grasped. He kissed her on the jaw. The tender, oscillating movement traveled from there to her cheek, and then under her chin. Tilting her head to the side, he nibbled her earlobe. The tingling pressure of his teeth left one area to another. He kissed and sucked her neck in several places. Soon, his wet kisses were rolling down to her chest.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, feeling a blaze of heat spiraling inward on her breast.

She arched against his claiming lips.

“More,” she requested, reliving her fantasy. “Bite them.”

As if he were a beast, he ravished one after the other. He bit them tenderly. He kissed them passionately. He devoured her ache with wild abandon. The aggression frightened her a little. Yet the exhilaration kept her silent about her concern that she had asked for too much.

He curled his tongue around one nipple. Then his powerful lips pulled on the taut nub. His hands stroked like flames licking her flesh. He opened his mouth wide and inhaled her flesh against his teeth. His suckling continued. He alternated between rubbing and sucking each of her sensitive breasts, making them feel heavy.

Since he no longer controlled her head, she watched him. His rough caressing stirred sensations through her. He pulled the tip of her breast with his teeth and let go. He twisted the other with his fingers. She didn’t recognize her body under his handling. He had made her erect nipples huge.

He rose, constantly kissing her in different places. “What else do you want?” His raspy voice heated her neck.

“I…I…I…” She didn’t have the energy to speak.

Lucas sucked and kissed her neck again, harder. She felt bruised from one side to the other. He jerked her chemise from her shoulders and kissed his way across the top. She dropped one arm and then the other, letting the undergarment slip off. A euphoric exhilaration spread through her.

“Get on the mattress.” He ushered her to the side of the bed.

She moved quickly, eager to please him, willing to do anything he asked.

“Lie down,” he directed.

Brinley lowered back, appreciating the commanding confidence in his tone. From her angle lying on the bed, she saw him from only the knees up. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, and taut abdomen made him beautiful. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she propped herself up on her elbows and stared at the length of his arched cock.

He leaned forward over her. His fingers raked up her thighs along the top of her pantalets. He grasped the drawstring and tugged. She felt the garment loosen.

Laying the back of her hand over her mouth, she bit the knuckle of her forefinger, stifling her moan when his fingertips fluttered across her skin. He caressed her belly and then turned his hand over. She felt the gentle stirring, the circling glide from hip to hip and down over the opening of her pantalets.

A whimper escaped her. It drew his attention, and their gazes locked. Spellbound, she barely noticed how he gripped the undergarment and yanked it from her hips and down her legs in one swift motion.

The smoldering darkness in his eyes gave her goose bumps. She grasped his wrist and pulled him down to her.

“In those books you mentioned, there are always punishments for small infractions of the rules,” he said.

She had pictured herself like one of those women, disobeying him just to get the tickle of a feather, or better yet, a spanking. She even pretended once that Lucas had tied her up. Using scarves on her ankles and one on her wrist, she had once bound herself to her bed.

“Open your legs,” he ordered.

Brinley shook her head, anxious to show a playful defiance. He gave her a questioning rise of his brow. Of course, they didn’t know each other in this way. Their encounters were too polite.

With enough of a smirk to inform him she was misbehaving just for the pleasure of his punishment, she saw relief register in his smile.

“You’re being naughty, I see.” He lifted her leg, bending it at the knee and pulling it across her other so that she rolled to her side.

“No, Captain, not I.” She laughed.

He surprised her with a well-placed smack on her bottom, and she let out a squeak. “Please, Captain, I’ll behave.”

“Will you?” Two firmer slaps burned her skin.

She took a deep breath and waited for a third sting.

 

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