It was true that had Anne's ship been taken by any other pirate, things might not have gone nearly as well as they had. Either she would have been simply shut away and ransomed off to Henry, or the captain and crew would have had their way with her and her ladies, then thrown the bodies overboard. Instead, Charles had seen potential and had not wasted it, and they had both profited greatly so far.

As he worked at her, the fingers inside of her core rubbing and stroking against a small patch of flesh within Anne that he'd seen undo every woman he'd ever given the treatment. Charles watched the woman's face twist into a mask of overwhelming pleasure and smiled arrogantly. He knew damn well what he could do with a woman's body, and today Anne was getting a taste of one of his most potent tricks.

"Oh no, your highness. No stopping. No stopping until you can't take it anymore and you beg me to."