Red Is The Color Of Desire

Chapter 3

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"You can't do this! You can't! I'll hate you for it! I'll hate you!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as he moved down a set of stairs and into the only door on the right side. He turned the knob, pushing the door open.

As the door clicked shut behind them her heart fell. She had always pictured her first night of lovemaking to be with a man she loved. A man who loved her as much as her father loved her mother. Not with some stranger who had basically abducted her!

He pulled her down from his shoulder dropped her onto his bed. The bed wasn't very big but it was large enough for two. Her cheeks flared pink. She looked up at him, butterflies dancing in the pit of her stomach. He looked down at her, watching her intensely.

"It's been a while since I've had a women in my bed. Forgive me if I'm not as gentle as I should be, angel." He began to unbutton his ruffled white shirt, letting it drop from his body.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, thinking this all a bad dream, willing herself to wake up.

She felt the bed dip and her eyes shot open, she moved back, tucking herself into the corner of the bed, gripping her red dress tightly in her balled fist.

He reached for her and she slapped his hands away. "Don't touch me," she spat.

"I'll fight you! I won't be giving my virtue up so easily!"

He sighed before standing up, "I'll give you time to think it over. I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that he walked out of the room, his short sandy brown hair pushed back with his fingers.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Jewel broke down. She cried, pulling her knees up against her. She was a fool. She should have just listened to her father, to her brother. She missed the warm embrace of her mother's arms. She missed the arrogant chuckles of her twins humor. She mixed soft kisses on her forehead her father gave her whenever he returned from a day at his office. She even missed the mischievous way her younger brothers would stick their tongues out at her.

She ran her hands through her unruly, frizzy, curly mass. What was she going to do? He was a stranger! A perfect stranger!

She sighed before climbing off the bed and standing in the middle of the cabin. Her fists were balled, her face was red, her jaw was rigid. It was a fight he was going to get.

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Emile stood outside the door. A smirk on his handsome. He could picture it now, she was probably already lying in his bed. He could imagine her plump breasts in his hands, her long black curly mane of hair about her head like the angel he saw her as. The anticipation was slowly killing him. He hadn't lied when he said it had been a while since his last sexual tryst. He had been much to busy keeping his crew on order and trying to hang on to the trail of Jacques de la Crues. He had been so close to getting his hands around that old murderers neck...

He shook off the thought, anger filling his body to the core. He sighed, his mind going back to the beautiful, almond skinned woman in his bedchamber. He needed this, he thought, he needed to let off some steam. And what better way to do that than making love?

"I heard a woman was brought aboard...if she really as pretty as everyone is describing?"

Emile smiled at his long time best friend and first mate, "Pretty? Je ne peux pas décrire sa beauté."