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My heart hammered as they stared at each other for a timeless span. I couldn’t read either expression, which only heightened my panic.

“I want the truth.” Priest grabbed a fistful of black hair and wrenched Ashley’s head backward, glowering with a viciousness that scorched. “Do you love her?”

My pulse roared. My teeth sawed against the gag, and my hands wrung in the rope.

Ashley’s face remained empty, calm, fearless, making Priest wait before he contemptuously thrust his chin up then down, his gaze hardening with a challenging, resounding Yes.

Priest released him and stepped back, his carriage taut and rigid as he turned to his audience.

“You want to see what happens when someone wrongs me?” His hands went to his many belts, removing weapons. “Put them both on the bed.”

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After some shuffling—with Ashley and me fighting through every bruising shove—Madwulf’s scoundrels succeeded in putting us on the bed. There were too many hands, too many zealous touches, making my skin shudder. All the while, Priest stood off to the side, instructing them on how to position us.

“Depraved bastards,” he mused, casting the comment out as a compliment rather than an insult against anyone’s proclivities.

It was true. The pirates damn near trembled with anticipation to witness Priest dole out whatever vile, twisted revenge he had planned. They were so eager, in fact, they hadn’t questioned his demand to include Ashley in this sick game. A game that would unquestionably involve Priest’s cock and my unwilling body.

Madwulf himself didn’t argue when Priest repositioned our restraints to properly administer the torture.

Ashley lay face-up on the bed. I straddled his hips, with our hands shackled in front rather than at our backs. We weren’t tethered to anything, but it wasn’t necessary. Every brute in the room was armed with pistols and blades. The only way we were getting out of this was if half of them vacated the cottage.

That wouldn’t happen until everyone had a turn.

With Ashley still in his breeches and me in his shirt, we remained covered and gagged. Priest had removed his weapons, leaving them in a pile on the floor beside the bed. The compass still hung from his many belts. He hadn’t parted with it or his clothes, thank God.

Beneath me, Ashley’s eyes blazed with rage, his chest riding on labored breaths. Setting my bound hands against his heart, I absorbed the pounding source of his torment.

He didn’t deserve this. He’d only been doing his job. If I hadn’t entangled Priest in my rescue, Ashley would still have his ship. Madwulf would still be locked up, and Priest would be safe somewhere else.

I’m so damned sorry.