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A thrill of warning raced through her body as Flynne approached her. His dark eyes moved slowly over her body as she lowered the bottle she held to her side. At least she had that to use as a weapon. Maren stepped back as he moved closer, her heart pounding. She was running out of time. Her fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle.
"You're in a bad situation, Maren." Flynne stopped when her back met the wall and she could go no further. "If your husband comes to fight for you and he wins, you return to life with him. Considering that you are running away from him, that doesn't sound like a good fate for you."
That was an understatement.
"But if he loses…."
Shanks wanted her alive until her husband arrived. A lot of things could happen or be done to her while she remained alive, and that thought alone was terrifying. And when the pirates didn't need her anymore….
Maren shook her head. It was hopeless. "I'm dead either way."
"Not dead." His deep voice dropped in the quiet of the room. "You have a choice. A choice I'll give you."
"What choice?" Maren swallowed hard, afraid to hope.
The light from lantern behind him lit up half of his face while the other half was concealed in shadow. The desire shining in his eyes was unmistakable as they moved over her face.
"Give yourself to me." Flynne's dark gaze moved down from her face, and her body went up in flames of awareness under his intense scrutiny.
Maren didn't miss his meaning. But she didn't understand why.
"You can do whatever you want to me at any time," she pointed out, hating the way her voice shook.
"Aye, I could. But you're a lady and I'll give you a chance to be treated as such. You're not like the wenches I'm accustomed to." Lifting a hand to her shoulder, he tugged her ripped bodice off her shoulder, smoothed her long hair behind it. The pads of his fingers were rough on her skin as they traced lazy lines back and forth the sensitive flesh of her shoulder. "I've never had a lady before. I mean to have you either way, Maren, but I'd prefer you willing. Give yourself to me freely and you'll make it through this unharmed and untouched by any other man."
If he read the shock she felt in her face, he didn't appear to care. A rough finger skimmed along the edge of her bodice to the indent between her breasts.
Maren's gaze met his heated one. "You want me to share your bed, willingly, and in exchange you'll protect me from the other men?"
"And your husband."
His finger dipped into the front of her dress, searching until it found the delicate peak at the center of her left breast and it beaded hard under his knowing touch. She would have shrugged away from him, but she was afraid to. He could fall on her and take her like a wild beast at any moment. Even so, his gentle grazing of her nipple sent ripples of sensation racing through her body.