Ride with the tide

Ride with the tide

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Waves crashed against the side of the ship, the men we all off doing there chores. None of them wanted to get on their captains bad side especially today of all days. And there she stood their dear captain , there she stood looking out at the sea as a single tear trickled down her face.It was gone before anyone could notice no one had seen her cry since that dreadful day 12 years ago.She wasn't supposed to cry she was a fierce, determined and quite stubborn girl,she wasn't week and crying was she reminded herself. For she was the fearless Amelia Taylor Captain of her ship The Black Rose and even more fearless pirate, but deep inside she is still a little... broken.
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My gown hiked up my thighs, brushing the edge of my hips. Fuck. All I had underneath were thin panties - and he knew it. "What are you doing?" I whispered, breath catching in my throat. "Look at me." "I don't want to." My eyes locked on the front door behind him like it was my last escape route. "Daphne," he said, voice razor-sharp, low, commanding. "Look. At. Me." Reluctantly... slowly... my gaze shifted. First, the grey eye. Stormy. Intense. Then the hazel. Warm. Piercing. Then both. And I drowned. "Ask," he whispered. "I know you have questions." I licked my lips. Softly. Absentmindedly. And his eyes dropped.." They stayed there - on my lips - far too long. He didn't even try to look away. My heart hammered. "The tattoos..." I breathed, gaze flicking to the ink sprawled across his chest. "When did you get them?" "When I was eighteen," he said, voice quiet. "Some hole-in-the-wall shop in Paris." I leaned in, just slightly. "What do they mean?" His eyes darkened. "A bunch of bad words. Bad things." ...Can I touch it?" His mouth curled. Slow. Wicked. "Go for it." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily,

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