Chapter one
She stood there gazing at the waters. The sea calm the waves rich and the beauty of it mesmerizing. Sabrina hunter was a rare beauty, jet black long wavy hair, wide grey eyes, lips made for kissing and a body to make men weep.
Hey eyes filled with tears as she remembered the events of the past 24 hrs. For the day before her father, had passed away leaving her alone. She had no relatives, no friends just her devoted servants. For her father had brought her to this remote island when she was a mere 16 yr old girl and for the past 5 yrs she had been living here. Tutored by her father, in all arts and studies. He had seen her as a son and a daughter.
Thoughts running through her mind, should she leave this island and go into the society which she has long been deprived of, or her must yearning desire to sail the seas. Only a dream which she wished for. For no one would take a lady sailing. No one.
Lucas Kingston. Known as Lucifer the seas most feared pirate stood proudly upon the deck of the black devil watching his fellow pirates work the deck. The sea was clam today and the men were cheering and singing happily. For he knew their reason to cheer was that they had learned of an island, whose inhabitants were a few folks and the owner had much wealth. They intended to raid it!
Lucifer only raided the rich, they had much wealth to spare and he rarely took lives unless it was a matter of life and death.
He was not born a pirate he knew, but a bastard son of a noblewoman. She had sent him away with a pirate upon birth, for he was shame to her family. He was raised on the decks and docks of many ships and countries. At the age of 32 Lucifer reigned the sea it was his. He never wed and never brought a lass onboard. He was famous with the ladies and he was taught well and instructed by many females on the act of love making. He was extremely handsome, dark skin and dark brown long hair, blue eyes the color of the sea and stood tall, he was indeed a majestic specimen of the male race.
Chapter two
Dinner was served in such silence it tugged at Sabrina's heart. Clutching a sword in her hand a tear slipped down her cheek, she missed him so much, he was all she had, and she could barely eat or think.
"Father." she whispered, bowing her head.
Maggie the maid stood in the corner watching her mistress in pain and sorrow, wishing she could help her but knew nothing could be done. What was to become of her beautiful mistress was she to live the rest of her life here in solitude not knowing the world or love?
Silently Sabrina rose; "I'm not hungry Maggie, I shall retire to my bedchamber for the night. You may take your leave."
Once inside her bedchamber Sabrina undressed and stood naked before her mirror, eyeing her beautiful form, a temptress body indeed she had. Yet the soul of a lad. She wished she was a boy; at least she could sail and leave.
Turning her back on that dream she slipped into a white sheer nightgown and slipped into her bed. Closing her eyes, wishing sleep would overcome her.
It was before dawn, the fade light beyond the horizon shone dimly in the distant. She could not sleep. Knowing no one would be awake, she clutched her father's sword and left her chamber, a walk by the shore would do her well she thought.
The slight morning air was a little chilly yet not cold enough to send her back to the house, she stood there watching the sea, the waves, the beauty, memories began to take over her mind and she drifted into them.
Chapter three
They had docked the ship in an unnoticed clove by the islands side, and walked to their destination. Waiting in the bushes, his men asleep waiting the rise of dawn to shine so they could see their way on the island. But Lucifer could not sleep he sat on a cliff overlooking the vast shore. Then he saw a figure, a lady with long hair wearing white as if a goddess had descended from the heavens and was walking on the shore. He noticed something glitter in her hand, and wondered what could it be, then she stood by the shore the breeze flowing through her hair her body still as a statue gazing at the sea.
Slowly he snuck down wanting to get a closer look at this lady, who was she? What was she doing here? He hid behind a nearby rock and noticed what she held seemed to be a sword. Slowly he approached her from the back not making a sound. He left his hand covering her mouth to diminish any scream she might have set.
She felt a sudden impact, a gag dragged from her thoughts she was gagged a hand about her she could not scream. Her eyes widened in shock and her body shook like a leaf. As she collected her wits, she struggled against the hands. Then she heard a whisper in her ear.
"Be still wench I do not wish to harm u. I shall only have you, tis has been months since I had me a fine wench."
Her heart thumping with fear, her only reaction was to bite down on the hand that gagged her mouth. Her shoulder hitting back until it rammed into his ribs, she was free, she turned to face him armed with her sword.
The bite and jolt were unexpected; he winced in pain and readied himself for her to run. But she turned hey eyes wide and grey her face beautiful as a goddess a vixen an angel. A fierce courageous wench clutching a sword in her hand as if her life depended on it.
Then she spoke, "Who are you? What brings you to this island? speak man or I shall kill you."
He laughed.
The nerve of her he thought, then he said, "dear wench I am not here for you but for the wealth of the owner of this island. You my sweetness shall be my desert after I feast."
Without thinking she lurched forward, the sword striking metal for he was fast and had drawn his sword. She would not relent, this was her island and no one was going to intrude better yet steal her father's wealth.
She fought well he thought if he had not been careful for she would have killed him her draw was slow, but yet not as good as her skill she was indeed good.
"Kill me wench? No my dear wench I shall kill you from the pleasures I shall inflict upon your delicious body after you have stopped this childlike fight."
"Never!" she hissed, and attacked again, this time her nightgown caught between her thighs sending her off balance, before she could regain her stand he had managed to hit the sword out of the hand by striking her wrist with his hand, grabbing her body with his sending her onto the sand below him and he covered her with his body.
Chapter three
She tried to fight with her free fist yet he caught her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while with the other he held her face. His legs imprisoning hers avoiding any damage she may cause.
"Dear lord she was soft!" He thought, he rose a little looking down at her nightgown her skin visible beneath, the pink tips of her breasts heaving beneath it. He felt his loins begin to tense, his arousal getting harder. He was intoxicated.
"Seize your fighting wench! You cannot get free. Let me have you and I shall spare you the obligation of tending to my men too."
She felt it. Pressing against her lower belly was his hard arousal; her father had explained these things to her. This man really wanted to take her.
"No!: She yelled. "no! Leave me be you barbarian you scum."
"Hush." he said, "Hush!" Dropping his lips to hers he caught them lightly, but then a sharp sting.
She had bit him, the wench. He drew back in pain and winced.
"You shall pay dearly for that wench."
And with that he shouted, "Armand!"
"You deserve more that a mere bite you scum, you deserve death!" she spat back at him.
Armand one of his most devoted pirates of many many years came running from behind the cliffs.