Carried Away Chapter 4

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CHAPTER 4

As quickly as she could Mary lifted her hands. That is she attempted to. She didn’t get very far what with him holding on to her so tightly. Surely that had been done by design to stop her from fighting back. Well she would show him. Lifting her right leg back she swung it forwards with all the might that she could muster. She wasn’t even all that sure what on earth she was aiming for. Any part of him that her foot or leg connected with was a bonus. If she could see what she was doing then things would be different. Then she would have much more of a fair hand dealt her.

Feeling the sharpness of her knee connecting solidly with his leg Kevin jerked back sharply to let out a roar of pain. But he didn’t let go of her. He couldn’t even say that thought had gone through his head. Instead he kept a firm grip on her upper arms and just glared right down at her. She didn’t look in the slightest bit surprised. Hell he could even see that she appeared to be pleased at what she had done. Was this girl ... woman ... right in the head? She had no clue who he was or what he was capable of but yet she attempted to injure him. With one of her bony knees no less.

He shook her and was pleased when that made the slight smile that she was wearing fall off her face. “Just giving you fair warning right now not to test me girl.” He said to her and his voice came out on nothing more than a rough growl. He was sure that he could hear something and lifting his head he saw Shawn a few feet away obviously trying this best to stifle a laugh. He smirked himself as he turned his attention back to the problem at hand. “I can assure you that you would like this even less if I had to bind you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mary spat out not knowing where she was finding the courage to speak let alone to speak with such venom in her voice. “You mean that you would...”

He arched a brow. “Tie you up?” He asked neatly finishing off the question that he was sure she had been about to ask him. “Well of course I would.” He added and was sure that he saw more than just a hint of panic go through her eyes. Oh this was fun at times. He forgot that he could be damn intimidating when he wanted to be. Usually he didn’t want to be though. Not that he didn’t like other people to automatically think that he was. That was the beauty of being gifted with his kind of height and build. “I am after all one of the most hated and most villainous of all that frequent these high seas.” He added and this time his smile was very genuine. He had heard some people talking about him in those kinds of hushed tones once in a pub and repeating them from time to time gave him nothing short of extreme amusement.

“You are one who seems to find enjoyment from the bullying of those weaker than he!” Mary almost yelled and then wanted to just cover her mouth with her hand. Oh what was the point in trying not to raise his ire now? After she had already kicked him then surely he wanted to be rid of her just as quickly as possible. After he was done using her he would no doubt see to it that she was tipped over the side of the ship never to be seen of or heard from again. Her poor father. He would truly be left on his own then ... the only saving grace being that he would never know what had happened to her.

But instead of being deathly offended by her words Nash only thought them through and nodded his head a few times. “It has been said about me more than once in the past.” He acknowledged.

“But never by one as loudmouthed as this one I’ll wager.” Shawn stated casually as he leaned back against the table to watch what was going on in front of him. The sound of his amusement was such that no one could miss it.

Again Nash nodded. “You would be right there Shawn.” He replied but didn’t look at his first mate. Instead he kept his eyes on the woman that he was still holding onto. It hadn’t escaped his notice that she was no longer fighting him. Well her mouth seemed to have been unhinged but her legs were no longer swinging in an attempt to get him to release her. Setting her back from him just enough to give him another chance to look her up and down once more he smiled. Lifting one of his hands from where it had been on her upper arm he didn’t look at the slightly reddened marks that his grip had left there. Instead he placed that hand just below her waist ... almost on her hip ... and tugged at the pants that she was wearing. “Seeing what you had on under your top almost makes me wonder what you’re wearing under here.” He laughed. “Any more surprises?”

Before she could stop herself she lifted her left hand and could almost feel the flesh of her palm tingling already, so eager was she to slap that smug look off his face. “That’s something that you’ll never know!” She spat at him but was then surprised when her hand didn’t make its move to connect with her chosen target.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Shawn said again in the same casual tone that he had used from the moment that he had taken her from her own ship. “You really are pushing things too far as it is...” His words trailed off and he laughed if only for his own benefit as something occurred to him. “I have just realised that we’ve been awfully remiss in not finding out your name.”

Looking at his friend over the woman’s shoulder and the way that he just stood there holding onto her wrist to stop her hand or fist from flying anywhere Nash arched his brow. “Name?” He asked and let out a short burst of laughter. “You’re worried about her name? Perhaps you need to straighten out your priorities Shawn.”

“I just think that things may go a whole lot smoother if we have all of the formalities out of the way.” Shawn said with a small smile curving up the corners of his lips. “I mean ... where are your manners Nash?”

Letting out another snort but this time of a sound that was nothing short of bad tempered Nash nodded. “Fine.” He said through suddenly tight lips as he tugged at the ties in the front of her pants undoing them with economic movements. “What’s your name girl?” He asked.

As if she would ever tell him that. She hitched her chin up even higher in an almost haughty way. That was what came from having her kind of upbringing. There were many sides to her character and she could latch onto any one of them in a moment’s notice. She knew how to conduct herself. But no other situation had been anything like this one before. This situation could only lead to her humiliation and eventually her untimely death. What did she have to lose?

The fear swamped her once more but she bit at her lip. It was obvious to her now that he meant to have her but that was one part of her that he would never get. She wouldn’t give him her emotions. She wouldn’t give him her tears.

Hearing no sound forthcoming from her Nash couldn’t say that he was surprised. This one seemed to delight in making things difficult for herself. Oh well, if that was how she wanted things to go then that was fine by him. He kneeled down in front of her resisting the urge had just overcome him to groan in pain. His knees weren’t all that great at the best of times and since one of them had just been kicked by this wild animal then they were even more desperate to make it all known to him. He looked up at her and again wasn’t surprised to find that she wasn’t watching him. She probably thought that she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction or something. And now that he thought about it this was really quite an odd position to put himself in.

Here he was supposed to be the one in control yet he was kneeling in front of her. To the untrained eye it may appear that he was acquiescing to her ... that he was the one with no power in this situation when in reality nothing could be further from the truth. “I asked you what your name was girl.” He stated this time with much more power running through his words. Once more he received no answer and if his eyes didn’t deceive him then her chin might just have gone up another haughty notch. “Well if that’s how you want to do things.” He stated and could see Shawn just looking at her from where he was standing. “My name is Nash and my friend ... well introduce yourself.” He said with a forced laugh.

“I’m Shawn.” Shawn said in nothing more than a mutter practically right into her ear. He could feel her shudder and that in itself made him smile. He didn’t want to analyse that thought. He wondered why it was so important to him to know her name. That was something that he didn’t understand. Not that he was ever in this kind of situation. But you played the hand that you were dealt with ... or so he had always been told.

Mary bit at her tongue once more when she wanted to tell them both just what she thought of their little introduction. At the same time she wanted nothing more than to just step back heavily on this man Shawn’s feet. And in that instant something else caught her attention. She could feel Nash’s hands moving back to the hips of the britches that she was wearing. She knew just what was going to come next and closed her eyes tightly.

Crushing the excess material in his hands, and he was just noticing how much there was of the stuff, whoever she had borrowed these clothes from was obviously a great deal larger than she was, Nash tugged. Almost instantly the material began to slide over her skin. At the same time he couldn’t deny the tingle of excitement that went through him at his own actions. He continued to tug on the material unmercilessly uncaring of the how the rough material might chafe at her. As more and more of her became visible to him he had to swallow audibly for fear of actually swallowing his own tongue.

It still seemed so strange to him. Not unpleasant but strange. Maybe he was seeing things. But he could see from the look on his friend’s face that what he could see was not just some erotic daydream that his mind had whipped up for him. She was definitely wearing nothing underneath that scratchy material. How on earth had that come about? Letting the britches fall around her ankles he lifted his hand and stroked it down her thigh. He felt the completely unsubtle tightening of the muscles there and wasn’t sure how he felt about that. “See what I mean. You’re just full of surprises aren’t you…” This time it was his turn to be at a loss for words. He suddenly realised what Shawn had meant about knowing her name. “Are you still determined not to give me your name?” He asked as he moved closer to her and stood up to his full height once more letting every part of him drag over every part of her as he did so. “I have to have something to call you ... some name for you to answer to.”

“Jane.” Shawn said suddenly and then shrugged.

“Why Jane?” Nash asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“Why not Jane?” Shawn batted back. “It’s a name isn’t it?”

“That it is.” Nash agreed with a nod of his head. “So ... Jane it is ... for now.” He added before turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had a woman Jane?”

Letting out a short burst of laughter Shawn tried to look apologetic but was sure that he was failing. “About fourteen hours.” He stated and then shrugged. “Sorry ... but you did ask and you were feeling very happy just before we left port.”

“No matter.” Nash replied shooting a harsh look at his friend. “It has still been fourteen hours too long.” He said shooting a wolfish look at the young woman that he still held onto. Then in one swift movement she was in his arms.