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The cabin hatch closed behind the pirate captain. Justin stopped testing the strength of the ropes securing him and glared at the tall, masked figure leaning one padded shoulder against the hatch. The pirate's red cravat was looking wilted, the black satin shirt and coat torn and darkened by blood.
Justin noted the damage with satisfaction. It would be the first of many penalties the cur would pay for what he'd done. Even so, a frisson of fear ran down his spine. He couldn't ignore what he'd seen abovedecks and the lewd comments from the men who'd bound him to the bunk, but he knew better than to reveal his anxiety.
"Lay one hand on me, sodomite, and there won't be a hole deep enough for you to hide in!" he snarled.
The captain's eyes crinkled at the corners. The blackguard was smiling behind the mask!
Captain Daniels's slow glance raked the earl's lean body, bound hand and foot to the bunk. The gaze lingered on Justin's broad shoulders, sliding down his flat belly to his firmly muscled thighs. The pirate's eyes rose back to meet the earl's and didn't look away as a slender gloved hand unwrapped the red silk scarf.
Justin gasped. "You!"
Captain Daniels smiled, a smile that wasn't reflected in the gleaming brown eyes.
"Spare me your dramatics, my lord. The only thing I want from you is a divorce."