The sound of a key in the lock jarred her out of her reverie and she remembered that things hadn't gone so well after all. Fearfully she stood and turned to face Diablo as he entered the room. "I can see that you have taken me at my word and decided not to provoke me any further." He purred softly, a tray of cocoa in his hands and a gentle smirk on his face. "It was for my own comfort, not fear of your reprisals," she retorted , pulling the robe around her and forgetting her previous decision to try and get along with the man in the interest of her own safety. Standing just inside the door for a long moment, he answered that with a soft purr that held all the sweetness of a raging lion. "You might be well advised to change that way of thinking, my dear. I have been known for extracting reprisals that weren't very pleasant for the recipient. "
"J-jean L-lafitte? "She stammered, unable to keep the quaver of fear out of her voice. "I see that you have heard of Mon Ami Lafitte. "He returned, and this time she was sure there was a note of laughter in his voice. "And just what have you heard about him? "He'd heard some of the tales himself and it was a constant joke between him and the infamous pirate. "That he's a pirate. And that he has an island full of women that he's taken from the ships he's plundered. "She returned in a ghost of a whisper. "And all of those stories are true. "He whispered in a staged whisper, close to her ear. "But not to worry, My Pet. , you belong to me, not him. And not many cargo ships, which are what he plunders, carry women passengers." "Why is it I don't feel real comforted by the fact that I belong to you? "She cried out in anguish, turning directly into his arms in her agitation. Holding her in a tight embrace, molding her body to his, he searched her face in a manner that left her breathless and even more certain than she had been before that he was Diablo in the flesh. He no longer wore the mask but it didn't make her think any differently of him. He was handsome, and he was used to having his own way. She saw the imperceptible movement of his head and thought wildly that he was going to kiss her. A sense of dejection filled her when he didn't move any closer for the space of a minute as he continued to search her face, his hands never moving to violate her the was Don Carlos had. "You may be right about that Senorita, but it no longer makes any difference, for you are mine to do with as I see fit. And you still haven't told me your name. "He said sensuously, his hot breath on her face. "I told you all you need to know. "She said breathlessly, feeling her breath mingle with his. "It's none of your business what my name is. " The words had barely left her when his mouth claimed hers, not in a kiss such as Don Carlos had delivered, but a gently searching kiss that left her wanting to respond, wanting to curl her arms around his neck and pull him even closer. The kind of kiss a young woman dreams of. Raising his head only slightly, he left her feeling bereft as he asked again. "Your name, Senorita. " "Nada. "She whispered in stubborn breathlessness, her voice catching as she tried to turn her head away only to have it brought back by a steady pull on her now free hair. She tried to resist the pressure regardless of the pain for she knew that to be kissed like that again would be her undoing. "Your name or your honor, Angelique, which is it to be? "He threatened, his lips moving over her face 8in small kisses that did little to cool the ardor she was beginning to feel. Fighting down her own emotions, she shook her head stubbornly only to reap the next assault on her mouth. This kiss was a little less gentle, a little more passionately delivered, and she felt her senses swim as her body gave in to the temptation to swoon against him. "What difference would it make? My honor obviously isn't safe with you anyway. " "Ah, but Senorita, you can't be sure of that, can you? You must learn not to question fate if you're to live in this new world that you were so obviously fleeing to. "He murmured against her throat.
About Karon Gould
Karon Gould is a mother of four children, fifteen grandchildren and four great grandchildren.She started writing stories in book form shortly after moving to North Idaho thirty one years ago. As can be seen by her books, she enjoys the outdoors, family and her flowers. The Pirate and the Nun will be followed shortly by a sequel to this work.
The sound of a key in the lock jarred her out of her reverie and she remembered that things hadn't gone so well after all. Fearfully she stood and turned to face Diablo as he entered the room. "I can see that you have taken me at my word and decided not to provoke me any further." He purred softly, a tray of cocoa in his hands and a gentle smirk on his face. "It was for my own comfort, not fear of your reprisals," she retorted , pulling the robe around her and forgetting her previous decision to try and get along with the man in the interest of her own safety. Standing just inside the door for a long moment, he answered that with a soft purr that held all the sweetness of a raging lion. "You might be well advised to change that way of thinking, my dear. I have been known for extracting reprisals that weren't very pleasant for the recipient. "
Karon Gould is a mother of four children, fifteen grandchildren and four great grandchildren.She started writing stories in book form shortly after moving to North Idaho thirty one years ago. As can be seen by her books, she enjoys the outdoors, family and her flowers. The Pirate and the Nun will be followed shortly by a sequel to this work.