Now she needed to discover a way to keep him.
Chapter Three
Sebastian waited for Olivia at the bottom of the gangplank with deplorable impatience. He hadn't seen her in a sennight, and that was a sennight too long in his estimation. Before moving to the Seawitch, he'd ordered Will to secure lodgings for her at the local inn when they docked, certain she would relish the opportunity to sleep in a bed after spending three nights in his hammock. She had probably been exhausted. He knew he was. Her cabin on the Seawitch had been hell on earth, a decadent room showcasing a massive, velvet-draped four-poster bed.
The nights had been torturous, the silk sheets infused with her scent, a lingering redolence that burned through his blood. He'd dreamed of her nak*d and spread beneath him, his aching c*ck thrust deep inside her body, a ripe nipple trapped between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
The overwhelming need to f**k had forced him into town to find a lusty wench.
He'd found several, fondled a few, kissed a couple, and left them all. Not even the most skilled whore could kiss like Olivia, who kissed him as if she would die if she couldn't have him.
He was quite simply mad for her, thoroughly besotted.
Sebastian rolled his shoulders, attempting to ease the tension there. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked toward the inn, immediately grateful for the cane he affected. It supported his buckling knees when his wife came into view.
The entire town seemed to freeze, the bustling noises fading into obscurity until only the cry of seagulls remained. The crowd parted, revealing Olivia's golden beauty as she strolled toward him. Her rich tresses were piled atop her head—
careless, artless curls tumbling in studious disarray. Her taupe-colored gown was of the finest silk, shimmering in the island sun like light on rippling water. It showcased her full br**sts, tiny waist, and creamy skin to perfection. She wore a broad, feathered hat at a jaunty angle that shielded most of her face from his view, but revealed the full red mouth that had ruined him for any other. He was speechless, breathless, agonizingly aroused at the mere sight of her. Olivia was a diamond of the first water. And for the moment, she was his diamond.
For the first time in his life, Sebastian was grateful to his father.
During the last several sleepless nights, unable to keep her from his thoughts, he'd contemplated their present circumstances. Olivia wanted to maintain their marriage, if he could prove his identity. He collected that the benefits of such a union would be numerous for both of them. She deserved better than him, of course. He'd tried to tell her. If she insisted on having him, what fool would he be to cast her aside? He was not a foolish man. Reckless and selfish perhaps, but certainly not foolish.
The vision that was his wife stopped before him, and to his amazement, she dropped into a curtsy so low her forehead would have touched the dirt if not for the brim of her hat. Sebastian scowled. What in hell was she doing?
"My lord," she murmured in deference.
The town immediately resumed its frenzied activity.
Reaching down, he yanked Olivia to her feet. She shielded her eyes from him with her hat, a meek gesture that was not in keeping with her fiery nature. He wanted, with a soul-deep need, to see her lovely eyes and look upon her Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!
beautiful face. Annoyed with her behavior, Sebastian spoke harshly. "What is the matter with you?"
It wasn't possible, and yet her head dropped even lower, until all he could see was the top of her blasted hat.
"I apologize if I have displeased you again, my lord. I meant no offense."
Again? What the devil was she talking about?
Sebastian gripped her elbow and dragged her up the gangplank, not stopping until they reached her cabin, where he thrust her in first and slammed the door shut behind them. Frustrated by her hat, he removed the offending article and tossed it aside. Her lovely visage was revealed to him, as well as her tears.
Immediately, he felt contrite. He was a cad.
"What ails you?" he queried, drawing her into his embrace. Olivia stood stiffly for a heartbeat before melting into him.
"You're angry with me."
"No," he denied, his hands stroking the curve of her spine. "I'm confused."
She buried her face in his chest and sobbed. "You think I'm a wanton."
His confusion remained, but his mouth curved against her hair. "Perhaps a little."
She sobbed louder.
"But I like it," he amended hastily.
"You don't!" she argued in a muffled voice. "You left me so I wouldn't throw myself at you again. And I won't. Never again, I vow."
Ah! Sebastian grinned like an idiot.
He kept his voice low and soothing. "I'd have ravished you further, Olivia, if the ocean hadn't been between us. You were distraught. Your ship was attacked, you were abused, and your husband was revealed to be a criminal. It would have Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!
been dishonorable of me to take your body under those conditions. Bad enough I took the liberties I did."
She struggled away from him, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"You are not an honorable man! You said so yourself. You refused to marry a woman you compromised, and yet the woman to whom you are married is left a virgin." She stomped a slippered foot. "I am not a fool! Admit the truth."
"The truth?" He arched a brow. "As you wish, sweeting. The truth is, I want you desperately. I want to take your lush body, spread it beneath me, and ride you until you can't move. I want to breech your precious maidenhead and ruin you for any other man. I want to hear you moan my name while you come around my cock. I want to fill you with my seed over and over again, until you think of nothing but me and how well I can pleasure you."
Eyes wide, her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. "Good heavens."
"Heaven," he purred. "Yes, I suspect it will be."
"It is your right to… to do those things… if you truly want to. I am your wife."
Sebastian crossed his arms. "Certain of that, are you?" He bit back a smile. He'd hoped she'd be curious.
Her chin lifted. "Yes, I am certain of it."
"You went through my things."
She nodded.
"And what do you think of this development?"
Olivia clasped her hands, dislodging her lush br**sts until they threatened to escape her low bodice. His mouth went dry as the desert, lust and appreciation flaring hot and heavy in his loins. Perhaps when his ardor faded, he would regret claiming his bride, but he couldn't think of that now. He couldn't think at all.
"I think 'tis a good thing you like my wantonness, because I am about to become decidedly more wanton." She took a deep breath. "I want you to seduce me now.
Make me your wife in truth, so when we return to England you won't cast me aside."
His heart stopped beating. Or rather it dropped between his legs and throbbed violently. "Why?" he asked, wanting her to admit that she wanted him badly enough to compromise herself. "Are you that determined to please your father?
By all accounts you are his pride and joy. You can do no wrong in his eyes."
"I have never done wrong!" she snapped. "In his eyes or otherwise."
Sebastian held his tongue, startled at her vehemence.
Her knuckles were white with tension when she spoke. "My mother died giving birth to me. How could I refuse my father anything, when he lost everything that mattered to him forme?"
"I see."
It shouldn't matter why Olivia wanted to remain married to him. He hadn't wanted a wife to begin with and had no life to offer one in any case. But his stomach clenched into knots, and cold sweat dotted his brow. "So you follow his every dictate, including marriage to a stranger, to keep him happy."
Her gaze burned into his. "Yes, I married you because my father asked, but that is no longer the reason I wish to be wed to you. Now I care only for myself and what I wish to have."
Sebastian stood frozen, aching, feeling the weight of her silken net entrapping him and yet unable to fight the pleasure it gave him. The decision was made without thought, only feeling.
Olivia offered him everything a man could want—a family, someone to care for him and miss him while he was away, a home to return to, a passionate body to Sylvia Day - Bad Boys Ahoy!
sink into, a beauty to appreciate, and a strength of spirit to admire. For years he'd disparaged such comforts, swearing he needed only his wits and will to survive.
He'd never allowed himself to wish for things that were not meant to be his.
Then Olivia had come into his life with the promise of happiness he didn't deserve. Selfish and self-centered as he was, Sebastian couldn't refuse.
"And what do you wish to have?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh!" She tossed up her hands and stalked to the window, her spine rigid. "Go away, Merrick. I have embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime."
Sebastian shrugged out of his coat and waistcoat, and yanked his shirt over his head.
"Leave, my lord," she said curtly, her back to him.
"No." He sat on the edge of her bed and pulled off his boots. As the first one hit the floor with a thump, she turned to face him.
"W-what are you d-doing?" she sputtered.
"Disrobing," he replied. "Garments are a hindrance to lovemaking." Sebastian dropped the other boot and removed his stockings. He stood up and shucked his breeches, his painfully aroused c*ck springing free of its confinement.