Siren Island: Shipwrecked (An Erotic Adventure Series) by Virginia Wade Page B
Authors: Virginia Wade
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trapped on an island with the one man no woman should be alone with. He was the last person on earth I could trust with my money, my bible, or my virtue…and he knew it, the smug bastard.
He grinned as if he’d read my mind. “Please. I’m not all that bad. Let me escort you to the others.” I glanced at the wine bottle, feeling hopelessly parched. “Have some. It’s not a bad Bordeaux.”
I was utterly tempted, eyeing the bottle. “No. I shouldn’t.”
“Take it.”
It was before me, the maroon color glinting, the colors deepening to rich red from the light of the sun. “Um…well…” Throwing caution to the wind, I grasped the bottle, and, while Pricilla hissed for me to stop, I had a long, unladylike pull.
“My dear, no!”
Being dehydrated and nearly dizzy with thirst, the wine felt marvelous pouring down my throat, warming my belly. “Won’t you have some, Miss Mayfair?”
“I shall not, nor shall you. Put it down!” She glared at Jack. “How dare you offer a lady wine straight from the bottle, Mr. Carlyle.”
“Didn’t see any glasses, Miss Mayfair. We’re not exactly in the drawing room at Oaks Plantation, now are we?”
“A woman must never forget her manners, Mr. Carlyle, no matter where she is.” Having regained her strength and senses, she threw back her shoulders and marched ahead of me, her feet sinking in the sand. “Let’s find the others. Come now, Miss Wordsworth. The Reverend Hancock will know what to do. He’s a man of God. He will save us.”
Jack drawled, “I wouldn’t put my money on it.”
Chapter Two
We were reunited with passengers of The Lady Jane; among them were several crewmembers, two men, the reverend, Jack, and several women. We were a sorry lot, damp, tired, and thirsty. An industrious passenger cracked open several coconuts, and we drank the sweet nectar and ate the contents.
At the earliest opportunity, I wandered into the palm trees, giving myself the privacy I needed to remove my corset. I was able to untie it without having to take my dress off. The relief I felt was immediate. A branch snapped behind me, and I spun around.
“Oh, my!” It was Jack. He eyed my corset, which I had left on the ground.
“That’s not proper now is it, Miss Wordsworth?”
“Um…it’s impolite to sneak up on people, Mr. Carlyle.” The intense way he looked at me sent little shivers down my spine.
“I’ve been meaning to have a word with you.” The front part of his trousers had grown, the brown material stretching over his unmentionables.
“I’m sure whatever you wish to discuss can be saved for the beach. Excuse me.” I went to pass him, but he grabbed me. “What are you doing?”
“I think we should talk.”
He pressed me to a tree. “Stop it!”
“I’ve been having lustful thoughts about you, Lucy. Since the first day I saw you standing there with your bonnet and parasol, I’ve been wonderin’ what you look like under all those clothes.”
I gasped, “Oh! You should be ashamed of your—”
“I’m not acquainted with that emotion.” His voice was low and husky. “You and I are gonna get to know one another better. A lot better.”
“I know more than I want to, Sir.”
He shook his head, something dark and carnal glinting in his eyes. “I don’t think you do.” His lips descended to mine, but I pushed against him, fleeing, only to be caught in a steely embrace. He picked me up off the ground, my feet kicking. “I like a lively woman,” he chuckled. “I know you won’t disappoint.”
“Stop!”
I was taken to my knees, my hands grasping the trunk of a palm tree while rough hands found their way under my dress. I’d foolishly taken off my stockings and underthings, giving this heathen easy access to my womanly parts. Intrusive fingers slid to my pussy, where he touched me in such a way, I gasped with indignation.
“Help! Somebody help me!”
His hand covered my mouth, while his lips found my neck, kissing hotly,
He grinned as if he’d read my mind. “Please. I’m not all that bad. Let me escort you to the others.” I glanced at the wine bottle, feeling hopelessly parched. “Have some. It’s not a bad Bordeaux.”
I was utterly tempted, eyeing the bottle. “No. I shouldn’t.”
“Take it.”
It was before me, the maroon color glinting, the colors deepening to rich red from the light of the sun. “Um…well…” Throwing caution to the wind, I grasped the bottle, and, while Pricilla hissed for me to stop, I had a long, unladylike pull.
“My dear, no!”
Being dehydrated and nearly dizzy with thirst, the wine felt marvelous pouring down my throat, warming my belly. “Won’t you have some, Miss Mayfair?”
“I shall not, nor shall you. Put it down!” She glared at Jack. “How dare you offer a lady wine straight from the bottle, Mr. Carlyle.”
“Didn’t see any glasses, Miss Mayfair. We’re not exactly in the drawing room at Oaks Plantation, now are we?”
“A woman must never forget her manners, Mr. Carlyle, no matter where she is.” Having regained her strength and senses, she threw back her shoulders and marched ahead of me, her feet sinking in the sand. “Let’s find the others. Come now, Miss Wordsworth. The Reverend Hancock will know what to do. He’s a man of God. He will save us.”
Jack drawled, “I wouldn’t put my money on it.”
Chapter Two
We were reunited with passengers of The Lady Jane; among them were several crewmembers, two men, the reverend, Jack, and several women. We were a sorry lot, damp, tired, and thirsty. An industrious passenger cracked open several coconuts, and we drank the sweet nectar and ate the contents.
At the earliest opportunity, I wandered into the palm trees, giving myself the privacy I needed to remove my corset. I was able to untie it without having to take my dress off. The relief I felt was immediate. A branch snapped behind me, and I spun around.
“Oh, my!” It was Jack. He eyed my corset, which I had left on the ground.
“That’s not proper now is it, Miss Wordsworth?”
“Um…it’s impolite to sneak up on people, Mr. Carlyle.” The intense way he looked at me sent little shivers down my spine.
“I’ve been meaning to have a word with you.” The front part of his trousers had grown, the brown material stretching over his unmentionables.
“I’m sure whatever you wish to discuss can be saved for the beach. Excuse me.” I went to pass him, but he grabbed me. “What are you doing?”
“I think we should talk.”
He pressed me to a tree. “Stop it!”
“I’ve been having lustful thoughts about you, Lucy. Since the first day I saw you standing there with your bonnet and parasol, I’ve been wonderin’ what you look like under all those clothes.”
I gasped, “Oh! You should be ashamed of your—”
“I’m not acquainted with that emotion.” His voice was low and husky. “You and I are gonna get to know one another better. A lot better.”
“I know more than I want to, Sir.”
He shook his head, something dark and carnal glinting in his eyes. “I don’t think you do.” His lips descended to mine, but I pushed against him, fleeing, only to be caught in a steely embrace. He picked me up off the ground, my feet kicking. “I like a lively woman,” he chuckled. “I know you won’t disappoint.”
“Stop!”
I was taken to my knees, my hands grasping the trunk of a palm tree while rough hands found their way under my dress. I’d foolishly taken off my stockings and underthings, giving this heathen easy access to my womanly parts. Intrusive fingers slid to my pussy, where he touched me in such a way, I gasped with indignation.
“Help! Somebody help me!”
His hand covered my mouth, while his lips found my neck, kissing hotly,
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