Elena had booked the themed pirate cruise for fun, she never expected the role to become so dangerously real.
Dressed in a low-cut peasant blouse and short skirt that barely covered her ass, she was “captured” during the evening raid reenactment. The roguish captain, tall, sun-bronzed, with a wicked scar across his cheek and piercing blue eyes, threw her over his shoulder as the crew cheered.
“Ye be my prize now, lass,” Captain Thorne growled in a perfect pirate accent, carrying her below deck to his lavish captain’s quarters.
The door slammed shut. The cruise ship’s gentle rocking felt like a real galleon on the waves. Thorne set her down, locking the door. His white shirt hung open, revealing a muscular chest, and his tight breeches did nothing to hide the growing bulge.
“Ye got fire
