His Nasty Little Pussy

He continued without waiting for an answer. “The entire estate would pass to Swanton’s nephew Charles, who is still in England, and who is, I believe, only seven at the moment. He is the closest male heir to the Swanton land and money.”

Lucy listened in disbelief. “You’re speaking utter nonsense. How do you know all this? And what interest is it of yours?”

“I know this because I am the rightful heir to The Peaks, to the plantation Lord Swanton built. I am the heir because I am Swanton’s son.”

Robert’s eyes were blazing. Lucy watched as he paced back and forth, the room suddenly too small to contain his anger.

“Your Lord Swanton married my mother, sired me, and then promptly left with her money. She died, alone and penniless, leaving me with no choice but a life in the streets, fending for myself. My father never came to find me.” Robert took a deep breath. “The money he took he used to build The Peaks.”

“You were foisted upon him by his family. You’d been passed around from relative to relative, the illegitimate child of some indiscretion with a prostitute by a prominent, respectable Swanton gentleman. Lord Swanton was leaving England; it was easy enough to send you along. Out of sight, out of mind. You’d languish, and probably die, on an island somewhere and no one would need to deal with you.”

Robert stopped pacing, looking down at Lucy. “He was paid a great deal of money to take you away.” Lucy flinched at his words.

“We’ve both been abandoned by the Swanton family. He’d rather see The Peaks go fallow, or will it to a child, than let you have it. And he’d never acknowledge me as his legitimate son. But he needed a will and it would have been suspicious if he named no heir to the plantation. He cannot name you, as an unmarried woman and a ward, regardless of what he’s told you. ‘How improper!’ ” Robert snorted. ” ‘Improper’ should be the man’s middle name.”

Lucy was staring open-mouthed. “I don’t believe you. You’re mad,” she whispered. “None of this will work, even if what you say is true.”

“Oh, it’s true. But there’s no one left to speak for me. My mother is dead. The family bought Lord Swanton’s silence in your case.” He moved toward her, resting his hands on the bed, his eyes level with her.

“And I scuttled my father’s ship today. Lord Swanton is dead. He can tell no tales from the briny deep.”

Lucy cried out as if Robert had slapped her rather than spoken. She lunged off the bed, swinging at Robert, but her feet tangled in the blanket and she fell forward. Robert caught her, the blanket falling to the floor. He held her naked body against him, his fingers wrapped around her upper arms.

She glared up at him, breathing heavily. “Nothing you say is true! It’s all lies!” She struggled briefly, but his grip was like steel. She stopped fighting him, but he still held her.

Lucy looked up, into those blazing blue eyes. His dark hair had come loose from its tie, strands falling around his shoulders. She hated herself for noticing this, hated the feeling his hands on body her were creating, for inhaling his masculine scent and finding it intoxicating. Hated herself for wanting to run her hands over his chest, down his stomach…to touch the bulge in his pants.

He was breathing just as hard as she was, his lips parted, eyes dark. Suddenly he pulled her against his naked chest, her breasts crushed against him as he bent his head, catching her lips in a fierce kiss.

Lucy’s body betrayed her for a second time that day, and she kissed him back, opening her mouth as he thrust his tongue against her lips. She ran her hands up his chest, the smooth skin hot under her fingers. He let go of her arms, and she slid them up his neck, running her hands through his thick hair. She could hear herself moaning like a wanton whore, but she didn’t care.

Robert slid his hands down her back, cupping her ass, his fingers squeezing her, pushing her naked stomach against the hard bulge of his cock. She felt it move against her.

Lucy broke their kiss, reaching down with shaking fingers, pulling at the buttons on Robert’s breeches. Robert looked down, watching, as she undid his flies, pulling his breeches down, his hard cock springing free.

She stared for a moment, then looked up at him, lips parted, eyes wide. Robert smiled.

“Never seen one so big or so beautiful, have you?” She blushed fiercely, turning away, looking anywhere but at his cock. He put his finger under her chin, tipping her face to his, looking at her closely. His voice was soft.

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“You’ve led a sheltered life, Lucy Swanton.” He moved away from her, stepping gracefully out of his breeches, and kicking them aside. “Look at it now, Miss. It’s not going to bite you.”

Lucy turned back, looking down at Robert’s cock. It seemed huge to her, rising from the mass of curly dark hair where his thighs met, curving up the hard flat contours of his stomach. Robert reached out, taking her hand, his eyes never leaving her face. He wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft of his cock.

“Touch me, Miss. Run your hand up and down.” Robert guided her fingers for a moment, then took his hand away.

She felt his cock grow even harder, twitching in her grasp, as Robert thrust his hips forward slowly. He tipped his head back, lips parted, eyes closed as Lucy slowly stroked his cock.

Lucy looked down, mesmerized, watching her small hand sliding over the hot skin of his cock, amazed at how soft the skin was, but how hot and hard it was beneath. After a few moments, Robert reached down, stopping her movements. She was shocked and dismayed at herself; she’d enjoyed touching him, enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her hands, of the potential power she had, the ability to give him sexual pleasure. But this was wrong; he was the man, the common pirate, who had kidnapped her from her very home. She tried to pull away. Robert grabbed her hand.

“Woman, as hot as I am for you now, as much as I want to thrust my cock into you and make you mine, I’m not interested in hurting you. I’d rather you came to this arrangement with some semblance of willingness.” He held her hand, looking down at her.

“You don’t have to believe me now that I am the rightful heir to The Peaks. I have enough proof to make you believe. It won’t be enough to change the will though. But I don’t need to change the will; I only need you.” He smiled briefly.

Lucy looked up at Robert. “So I’m safe from your advances, sir? If I agree, once I see your proof, we could just marry and be done with it?”

Robert threw back his head, laughing. “Far from it. That part of my plan is still in play. I may not want to hurt you, much, but I am going to take your maidenhead.” He lowered his voice, his eyes growing dark. He pulled her close, his hot cock pressing incessantly into her flesh.

“This is the part of the plan I’ve done the most thinking about, Miss Swanton. I’ve seen you, know who you are, and I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.” He watched her closely. “Even without The Peaks at stake, I’d relish the chance to plunder this luscious body.” His eyes traveled down over her breasts, slowly moving back to her face.

“To take you, make you mine.” His voice was just above a whisper, deadly serious. Lucy felt her heart skip a beat, her face flush.

“And then I am going to show you things. I’m going to enjoy every minute of it, every minute of your attention to me. But I don’t trust anyone. And I don’t trust that you’ll keep your part of that bargain, without the guarantee that my taking you now provides.”

Lucy gasped. “You’d still force yourself on me?”

Robert took two quick steps forward, pushing Lucy back on the bed. “Yes, Miss Swanton. As you said, I’m nothing but a common pirate.” He crawled up on the bed, spreading her legs with his hands, kneeling between her thighs. Lucy tried to bring her legs together, but he easily overpowered her, holding her down now with the weight of his body.

“Unless you’re willingly going to give me what I want.” He looked down at her, his face close to hers. “Will you let me have what I want, Miss Swanton? Or do I need to take it?”

Lucy struggled beneath his body, twisting, trying to squirm away from his weight, from his masculine scent, from the huge cock she could feel pressed against her leg.

“So it’s like that then, is it? Your choice, Miss Swanton. I’ll try to make it as painless as possible, but I can guarantee it will not be quick.” Lucy felt him reach between their bodies, felt his body shift, and then she felt the hot head of his cock pressing against her, briefly brushing her clit. She shuddered involuntarily.

“Wait!” Lucy stopped struggling. Robert looked up at her and stopped pressing his cock against her. He nodded for her to continue.

“Why, if Lord Swanton is your father, is your last name Bellamy?”

Robert sighed. “I took my mother’s name. No one would believe me, that I was a Swanton. It saved time in the end, not having to explain my heritage and then be mocked for it.” Robert bent his head, nuzzling her neck, one hand squeezing her breast.

“Any more questions?” he murmured. He trailed a line of kisses down her neck, settling himself more firmly between her legs. She felt his cock pressing against her, this time with force. Its nearness, the feel of his lips on her skin, his kisses…they all set off a flurry of conflicting emotions and thoughts in Lucy. But an idea was starting to form, if she could find the courage to say the words.

“Wait!” Lucy tried to sit up. Robert lifted his head, frowning at Lucy.

“What now? You’re only serving to prolong the inevitable and anger me in the process. But go ahead, if you must.” He propped his head on one hand, motioning with the other for her to continue.