So for those of you who aren't aware some of the girls on tumblr have decided to make August CS Kink Month. This story is my contribution. There will be approximately four parts to it (maybe five). It's gonna be kinda dark, pretty emotional, and pretty darn smutty. It will most definitely earn its M rating!

WARNING (for the love of God please heed the warning)—This is gonna get a tad murky and a little dark Hook is really going to push Emma to her limits—they're both dealing with their inner demons and I mean come on this is Kink Month so please note the M rating! :) If you don't like gray(ish) fics please don't read. This is not rainbows and sunshine...but if you stick with me you might be surprised with the direction this goes.

P.S.-Posting this now because you are an impatient bunch ;) will further edit it when I get home later, please excuse any mistakes!

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.

Her feet quickly carried her across the wooden planks of the ship, her soft steps sounding like cannon fire in her ears. Her destination in mind, her purpose clear, she moved swiftly throughout the darkened corridor, refusing to allow the many panicked voices in her head to come to surface.

Release.

She just needed release.

Since finding Henry the night before, defeating the shadow and its young and lost minions, she thought that maybe the tension in her gut, the heaviness in her chest would go away. But it had remained, rooting itself deep in her body, everything inside of her continuing to stay tightly wound. She felt ready to snap, ready to bend and break—but no matter how many times she assured herself that Henry was safe and they were headed home, she was unable to find relief.

Coming to a stop in front of the heavy wood door that loomed ahead of her, she took a deep breath, and without another thought, not allowing herself a chance to second-guess her actions, she moved forward, not bothering to knock as she walked straight into the Captain's quarters.

Without hesitation her eyes immediately fell on him.

He was standing at his desk, peering down into a small glass tumbler that held a dark amber liquid, the surprise on his face as he turned towards her was unmistakable, the wariness that crossed his features shortly after more than obvious.

"Swan."

"Don't talk."

And closing the door behind her, she moved further into his room…

Sitting in the empty and dark sheriff's station, Emma sighed and rubbed her temples with the tips of her fingers as she tried to block images from her last night in Neverland out of her mind completely. It had been a one-time thing. Physical release. Nothing more. She had taken what she had needed from him, using his body to ease her of the growing and unyielding tension she had been unable to rid herself of on her own—images of her rising over him, the sound of his broken grunts and her breathy gasps ringing tauntingly in her ears as she closed her eyes, gripping her desk tight with a swift shake of her head, mentally demanding that she forget.

They had been back in Storybrooke for two weeks now.

It had been two weeks since she had last seen him, avoiding him purposefully and keeping him at bay.

And for two weeks she had struggled to keep some kind of routine, immediately stepping back into her role as sheriff as she carefully tried to maintain the delicate balance of the fabled town around her. But it was hard, everyone was looking to her for guidance, the residents of Storybrooke treating her with an awe and reverence she was unaccustomed to as they began to once again view her not only as their sheriff but as their long-lost princess as well. Add her royal parents, a fallen evil queen, and a somewhat murky and powerful wizard to the mix, all of who didn't know exactly what their place was outside of the Enchanted Forest, and she was ready to drown herself in a bottle of Jameson—her desire to drink herself into a booze induced sleep and not wake up until the crazy had blown over, stronger than she'd care to admit to.

Neal being alive and well certainly didn't make matters any easier.

She had been shocked at first, ecstatic shortly after, and confused as hell later. Visions of desperate confessions at a swirling portal cruelly replayed in her head as images of her stolen night with Hook collided with them unmercifully. Completely at a loss, she hadn't known how to act, annoyed and hurt that both Neal and Henry had assumed she would so easily step into the motherly role of the happy little family the both of them so obviously desired. So instead of doing what her son wanted, her former lover expected and her parent's encouraged, she had closed herself off. Reinforcing her walls, she continued to avoid Neal's soft and gentle advances, curious by how little they affected her, worried by how often her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

"I can't help but wonder, darling, what it is you're thinking about that has brought both a blush to your cheeks and a frown to your lips."

Groaning softly at the sound of the deep and lilting voice, she gritted her teeth together tightly, her eyes flitting up towards him as her heart began to beat rapidly against her chest and her throat went uncomfortably tight and dry.

"Hook."

He was leisurely leaning against the doorway outside of her office, dressed in his signature black and leather, his dark hair was mussed slightly from the wind, his eyes intense and blue stared at her unblinkingly, seemingly devouring her whole. And it jarred her, the way the sight of him sent a flash of heat rushing through her veins as her thighs clenched together unconsciously beneath her desk. The fact that he had so easily snuck up on her was both surprising and unnerving her…her body's reaction unwelcome.

Rising quickly, unwilling to be at any kind of disadvantage around him, she straightened herself fast, angrily pushing away the images that rapidly flew past her eyes—the way her body had moved over his, the feel of his skin hot against hers.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice came out firm and flat, and she couldn't help but feel relieved by the steadiness of her tone.

"I'm tired sweetheart."

Narrowing her eyes, she placed her hands on her hips, noting with some dismay that her gun was tucked securely in her desk, out of sight and out of reach. She was unarmed and defenseless. And almost immediately she frowned at the thought, the observation seeming out of place. This was Hook for crying out loud, the man who had taken her to Neverland, who had helped her find her son, who she had spent one night fucking senseless. She knew without a doubt, that for some reason when it came to her, he was harmless.

She was fine.

Still, she couldn't shake the inexplicable feeling of fear that danced across her skin, the danger-laced tension that lingered in the air between them.

"So go back to your ship and go to bed."

His smile was slow and calculated, the gleam of hunger in his eyes undeniable as he stared at her hard. "Is that an invitation love?"

Rolling her eyes, she leveled him with a glare, her spine going rigid as he continued to glower at her with blatant and unapologetic lust. "You drunk Hook?"

The smile grew into a full-out grin, the way it spread across his lips sending a burst of something hot and entirely unwanted straight to her belly before settling low and spreading slowly.

"Funny, the last time we were alone together I believe you called me something different…my given name among other things."

The night she had gone to him, she had slipped only once, his name, Killian, had tumbled past her lips just as she was on the verge of the climax she had so greedily craved. And the sound of her own voice whispering it had shocked her so completely that she had, without hesitation, closed herself off again, unwilling to permit a second mishap.

Refusing to allow herself to consider the night any further, disregarding the way her entire body seemed to want to draw closer to him, she shook her head and pursed her lips. Control. She needed to maintain control. That was what she truly wanted and desperately desired.

"I'm not in the mood for games Hook…leave."

Thinking back on it later she'd realize her mistake.

Taking her eyes off him, even for a second, as she had glanced down at her desk to pick up her keys, intent of leaving and showing him out in the process, had been stupid.

He moved fast, faster than she'd anticipated, faster than she would have ever given him credit for. Before she could blink, snap at him, push him away; he had her shoved up against the nearest wall. Forcing her back against it, she winced as her head rapped back almost painfully. His hook at her throat, his good hand snatched both of her flailing arms and captured them at her wrists, pinning them high above her head before her body had the chance to truly react and fight back like her brain was screaming for her to do.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her voice came out breathier than she would have liked, her eyes widening as the sharp tip of steel dug into the her sensitive skin.

"As I said darling, I'm tired." His words spoken low, whispered across her skin, and shifting his body, so that she could feel all of him pressed against her, she saw the white glint of teeth as he flashed her a somewhat cruel smile. "I'm tired of walking around this bloody town unnoticed as you sit on your high and pretty horse, ordering those beneath you around, ignoring others when you see fit." With the words, he moved against her again, this time grinding his hips into her ever so slightly, the shuddering breath the action drew from her causing her to curse internally as lust and fear brutally warred inside of her. "I don't like being ignored Emma."

He was crazy.

The son of a bitch had lost it.

And so she had to stay composed, calm…in control.

Staring up at him, trying to convince herself that the goosebumps that popped up across her skin had nothing to do with the position they were in and everything to do with the anger she felt towards him at the moment, she tilted her head up defiantly, leveling him with a livid and unwavering glare. "If I had known you couldn't handle a one-night stand Hook, I never would have come to you." Smiling at him, the callousness of her grin matching the ruthlessness of his own, she leaned towards him slightly, disregarding the way it forced his hook even further into her skin. "I could have easily waited until we got back to Storybrooke, gone to someone, anyone else."

Lie.

It was one big fat lie. But he was currently spinning her world into a chaotic frenzy, his actions not something she had predicted, wanted, or appreciated. Control. She needed to regain her control. It was all she had, all she could really count on. If throwing blatant untruths in his face could help her maintain some kind of even ground then she'd continue to do it.

She couldn't risk the consequences of allowing herself to fall, crash and burn.

It was too scary to even think about.

As soon as the safety of her son had been guaranteed she had felt herself begin to fray and crumble around the edges. The realization that she had a long-lost family, a destiny, a path, finally sinking in after months of steadily ignoring it while focusing on whatever new obstacle had been thrown her way. Now that things were eerily quiet, she found herself no longer able to run from everything, powerless to hide from what was in front of her. With so much out of her grasp, beyond her reach, control particularly self-control was something that she very much-needed in her life, and she'd be damned if she'd let some infuriating and horny pirate take it away from her because she had allowed him one night of mindless fucking.

Lie.

"Oh this is going to be fun."

Snapping her attention back to him, she noticed with slight dismay how close his lips were to hers, his head bent down slightly as he murmured the words softly.

"Wh-what are you talking about? What's going to be fun?" she couldn't force her eyes away from his mouth, her lips barely moving as she spoke. He was too close, she felt dizzy, unstable.

"Breaking you."

Her eyes flashed to his at the statement and she felt a sick feeling of fear shoot inside of her, cold and prickly, as she swallowed thickly around the sudden lump that had lodged itself in her throat. "What?"

"Oh yes princess," his fingers tightened around her wrists almost painfully, his hook moving up her throat to rest under her chin. "I'm going to enjoy bending you, breaking you, ruining you...forcing you to succumb to my will."

"Jesus Christ…you're insane." She pushed against him, trying to loosen his grip on her wrists only to have him growl low under his breath. His eyes glinting dangerously, he wedged a leg between her thighs, the feel of his knee brushing against her making her hot with both terror and lust.

And she hated herself for the latter.

"You're on the verge of breaking darling, you're practically begging for it. The night you came into my cabin I let you take what you wanted from me thinking that it might help to ease some of your turmoil. But quite the opposite happened didn't it?" He bent his head lower, his lips a mere breadth away from hers. "You closed yourself off again, you crept back inside yourself, you pushed me away. And now, now you're struggling to hang onto some semblance of control because you fear you're about to crumble and collapse. Pity really."

She wasn't sure what scared her more, the fact that she was in a very compromising position with a clearly deranged pirate or the fact that he could read her so well. Regardless, every survival instinct inside of her was suddenly kicking into overdrive, pushing her to fight. "Let go of me now or so help me God I will have your ass arrested faster than you can—"

"No darling." He chuckled low and deep, cutting her off harshly, the sound settling itself enticingly around her. "Let's not make idle threats shall we? Because you see, I can read you. I can see you. You actually want someone to take control, you're practically begging for someone else to take the reigns. Maybe not out and about in your precious little town, but somewhere else perhaps… someplace darker. " He brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth, the hint of a touch sending a jolt right through her body as she flinched once again against his steely grip. "There's a passionate and fiery woman beneath that cold exterior you've so tediously and carefully put into place, a creature much warmer than the callous savior who came to me for a quick and thoughtless fuck."

At his words Emma sucked in a deep and shaky breath and lifting her head quickly, she stared into his vibrant eyes, the intensity and accusation blazing there nearly burning her alive.

"Did I offend you sweetheart? Are my words too crass and dark for your blue and noble blood?" he raised a black brow with the inquiry, his knee pushing against her suddenly throbbing core almost mockingly.

And desperate she tried to convince herself that the ache that was spreading between her legs was merely a physical reaction and nothing else…she really didn't want this. She couldn't want this. He was disgusting and dangerous and she should have never allowed him to fucking touch her.

"Or maybe you like being reminded about our night together."

"Go to hell." She spat out the words between numb lips, her eyes widening as he shifted backwards slightly and began to trail his hook downwards slowly—dragging it over her neck, across her chest, over her stomach and lower still.

"Do you think about it often? How you came to me? The way I felt buried inside of you?" His hook continued to move further down her body at an almost leisurely pace, coming to rest just above the waistband of her pants he ran it over the rim lightly. "Do you imagine it when you're alone? How you rode my cock, how you wrapped yourself around me, used me to make you shudder and moan and come?"

"Please..." She whispered softly, her arms going numb in his grip as her head bowed slightly, the burning feeling of a blush warming her entire body.

"Do you touch yourself thinking about it darling? Do you use your fingers to make yourself come, wishing it was me instead?" He moved his hook from the waistband of her pants, trailing it lower, until it came to rest at the apex of her thighs. Pressing the curve of the heavy metal against her, he nodded once, rubbing her crotch slowly. "I want you to think about it Emma. Think about what you could have had that night, what I could have done to you." Pausing, he pressed into her heavily, meaningfully. "You see princess, you left before I had the chance to properly and thoroughly fuck you and now…now I'm going to make you beg for it. I'm going to watch you break. I intend to drive you to the point of near madness. You will give me everything. You will yield to me completely." His lips found their way to her ear, and she shuddered at the feeling of his breath hot and wicked against her skin. "And you'll fight it and you'll love it." Nuzzling her gently, his beard scraping her softly, she couldn't help but think his actions were somewhat odd when coupled with his brusque words. "You're going to realize just how badly you need me and only then when you come to me, pleading for me to take you, will I fuck you like you crave it, like you desire it." Rocking his hips into her, he moved purposefully. "Wild." He licked the shell of her ear. "Passionate." Giving her another jerk of his hips, followed by another slow and deliberate lick, she could hear the dark smile in his voice. "And unrestrained."

Heat, there was way too much heat.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't stand it.

"You're…you're out of your mind." She muttered, her eyes going big when she realized that somehow her hips had started to move in rhythm with his teasing strokes, her jeans suddenly felt too tight—the air around them stifling and laced with the scent of sea and rum and sex.

"Am I?"

"Y-yes."

Hook smiled at that, the grin deadly and devastating. "I don't think so sweetheart…you want this…you want it more than you'd care to admit to. You're desperate for it. In fact even as we speak, even as you deny it, I'd wager my ship that you want nothing more than for me to bend you over that desk and take you hard and fast."

He was right.

But it was wrong.

And she hated him for it.

"Keep telling yourself that buddy…I'm sure most men who force themselves on women say something along those lines."

She underestimated him again.

Distracted, her focus was stupidly on his hook pressed against her core, and the gentle and deliberate movements of his hips, she wasn't paying proper attention to him.

So once again she didn't have the time nor the bearings to react as he spun her around shoving her forwards and making her fall against her desk, her hands shooting out in front of her to grip the edges so as not to face-plant into the surface. He was on her within seconds, pushing his body into her from behind and pinning her against the table hard. Frantic, scared, and terrifyingly and undeniably fucking horny, she swept her eyes across her desk for a weapon, cursing its tidiness while longingly staring at the stapler that sat on the opposite end.

"Keep your hands where I can see them darling, that's a good girl."

Using his hook as the threat of a weapon once again, he placed it on the back of her neck and wedged his knee between her thighs, forcing her legs apart just as he had done earlier.

Staring down at the desk her fingers curled into the wood as humiliation crept up on her fast. "You're an ass."

"And you love it." His hypnotizing voice sang with mockery, the velvet smoothness, lingering in the air. "Are you wet Emma? Have I properly teased you? Are you aching for me to tear your clothes off so that I can slide inside that tight body?" He leaned over so his breath tickled her neck and pushing his hips into her ass, he rubbed his leather clad length against her backside. "Would you moan if I did? Scream and beg for more?"

"No." she ground the word out between clenched teeth, her thighs tightening around his knee reflexively as he continued to rub it against her, his hips still thrusting into lightly her from behind.

"You're a bloody terrible liar."

She refused to respond to that, her hands still gripping the desk tightly, she breathed in deeply as voices collided in her head, part of her begging for her to do something to regain her control while another grayer, murkier part reveled in the fact that she had lost it completely.

"Tell me you're wet"

Oh God.

Remaining silent, refusing to speak, her nails dug into the desk as her vision became hazy.

"Tell me that you're dripping for me, that you want me to slam into you and fuck you over and over again using your body like you had used mine…until your raw, broken, and thoroughly satisfied."

No!

Yes.

Please.

"No." her voice came out cracked and she winced at the sound.

"Don't deny it Swan." His tone sounded light, almost reasonable, friendly even; his words, however, were anything but. "I'll make a deal with you, tell me that you want me and I'll let you go…it's easy darling…give in. Yield."

"No."

"Don't be stupid Emma, just say it."

"No."

With a muttered curse, he began to grind himself against her ass more viciously the edge of the desk jabbing her in the stomach as he continued to keep her trapped against it with the weight of his body and the sharp metal of his hook against the back of her throat. Wrapping his free hand around her waist, without hesitation he snaked it downwards and began to rub his fingers against her, the action drawing an infuriating whimper from her lips as pressure coiled tight inside of her, the sound causing him to chuckle triumphantly as he picked up the pace.

"I could make you come like this, bent over your desk, fully clothed. Is that what you want?" His voice was rough and gravelly, the sound sending a hot shiver down her spine as he rubbed her furiously. "Would you like that?"

Yes.

She would, she knew she would, even if a large part of her hated herself for it.

"Goddamn it," she faltered, trailing off, and she had to momentarily collect herself before she could continue. "Leave.." her voice barely carried over the buzzing in her ears, the brutal pounding of the blood in her veins.

Stilling his hips, his fingers continuing to cup her hotly, she heard him breathe in sharply, the feel of him exhaling stirring a few loose strands of hair against her skin. And for a moment she thought her words had struck a chord within him, her simple request stopping him from seeing his dark plan through.

She should have known better.

When had he ever done what she had expected?

Wrapping his good arm more firmly around her waist, caging her to him, he pulled her from her bending position, so that she was standing upright and leaning heavily against him, his hooked hand coming around the front of her body and resting at her cheek, the steel cool against her flushed skin. Placing light pressure on her jaw, he forced her to strain her neck and look back at him as he continued to hold her to his chest.

Their eyes met immediately.

The steely determination only shadowed by the raw desire she saw in his gaze caused the pressure that he had built up inside of her to nearly explode under his unflinching scrutiny—the need to have him push her over that tempting edge running through fast.

"Yield."

"No."

Smiling slowly, ruthlessly, he began to grind his hips into her again, the friction of her clothes nearly driving her crazy as he swept his fingers down to her aching center and began to rub her mercilessly through her jeans once more.

"I can make you come right here and now pet. I can make you feel ashamed and angry for allowing me to do so against your will. Yield to me Emma. Tell me how you're wet, say you want me to fuck you and I'll stop…I'll leave you…for now."

Shaking her head, feeling the burning sting of tears at her eyes even as her body responded hotly to his words, she stared up at the ceiling confused—refusing to think about what her unintentional reaction meant about her, them…this.

And as she considered the cool metal at her cheek, the strength of his arms, the way his fingers moved knowingly over her jeans, and the feel of his heavy arousal pressed against her ass, she knew, without a doubt, that she was going to lose, she didn't have the strength to fight. She wanted him to make her come; she wanted the release. Which was why she had to get him to stop…she needed to regain her control, even if that meant giving in to him in the process.

"Alright." She whispered in a hoarse and nearly quivering voice, "I want you to fuck me. I think about it every goddamned day. I can't help it, I can't stop it. And I hate myself for it. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to imagine it…but I do. I'm horny and wet and turned on and…" her voice broke, as his fingers stopped suddenly, his hips halting in their thrusts. "And I hate you."

Lie.

The silence that lingered at her softly and desperately spoken words was near deafening, the way his body tensed against hers undeniable.

Finally she had shocked him.

The slight thrill didn't last long though, taking her by surprise once again, his lips found hers, turning the tables on her once more.

He kissed her rough and harsh, his teeth biting her lightly and demanding entrance as he turned her in his arms, his tongue pushing into her mouth without hesitation, devouring her whole and barely allowing her the chance to think, to even breathe. She fought him at first, red warning flags waving in front of her eyes, she tensed in his arms, and shoved at him hard. But he refused to give way, pushing her back against the desk so that she was forced into a nearly sitting position. And as she continued to struggle, refusing to respond, he smirked against her mouth, grunting a bit as he pulled her closer, claiming her lips again and again until she found herself surrendering, kissing him back hotly and sweeping her tongue into his mouth hungrily as the world tilted and spun around her.

She was fighting a losing battle.

Moaning softly, as he pushed his hips into hers, she froze, horrified by the sound, and once again tried to pull back—one last surge of resistance shooting through her fast. The effort, however, proved useless, and he growled deep and threatening, dragging her up against him and asserting his dominance as he continued to kiss her thoroughly, drinking her in and leaving her breathless as she was helpless to do anything but allow him to have his fill.

When finally, finally, he was finished with her, he pulled back, nipping at her lips once, twice, before moving away from her completely, leaving her to gasp for breath as he backed away fast—his eyes somewhat wild, his chest heaving nearly as heavily as hers.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, she was still struggling with the shame and confusion that were swimming inside of her, shocked by the wetness between her thighs, and reveling at the stinging of her lips. And he seemed content with just silently studying her, his eyes vibrant and blue never leaving her as he watched her quietly.

Anger.

It flashed through her abruptly, hot and frightening, a rage building up inside of her fast as his words and actions caught up to her. No one had ever treated her that way and had gotten away with it. She had made a promise to herself long ago, when she'd been a mere kid stuck in the system, that no one would ever take her control away from her. And she blocked out the small and frustrating voice in her head that quietly asked if it counted when she had liked it, when she had felt something inside of her bending while something else, something foreign and terrifying had started to break free. Feeling livid and slightly crazed her hand moved of its own accord, opening the desk drawer she was leaning against and delving inside, searching blindly for the weapon she kept hidden there.

"Looking for this sweetheart?"

Her eyes shot up at the sound of his soft inquiry, a hint of heat laced through the quiet words. Dread and dismay weighing her down, Emma saw with a hitch in her breath that he was holding her gun out in front of him, a smirk dusting his lips even as his eyes gleamed with an unreadable emotion.

"Pirate." He said quietly, answering her unspoken question.

When she said nothing at that, her body stiff as she waited for his next move, he nodded slowly, the gun waving tauntingly before him.

"I believe I've made my point for tonight darling."

Clearing her throat, her eyes never leaving the weapon, she attempted to find her voice, "And that would be?"

She could hear the smile in his voice, the way her question both surprised and amused him, "Isn't it quite obvious love…" trailing off, he waited patiently, his words hanging between them as she slowly lifted her eyes from the gun to his stare. "I'm not done with you yet."

Fear.

Relief.

Thrill.

And without another word, he bowed, mockingly, before straightening fully, and giving her a full and thorough once over, he met her eyes once again—the storm there still raging violently—as he held her stare for another moment or two. And refusing to look away, not sure she could if she tried, she held her breath, part of her relieved that he was leaving, while another part of her was unable to believe that he was simply going to just walk away—that the build up, the harsh words, the burning touches had led to…

Nothing.

"Until next time darling." Raking his eyes up and down her more than likely disheveled figure once more, he grinned slowly, his gaze not quite meeting hers as he made to move. "I'm very much looking forward to it."

Turning from her, he left with smooth and graceful steps; an air of confidence surrounding him and her gun still in his hand, he never looked back as he made his exit. Watching him go, feeling the lump in her throat grow larger as her pulse started to race and her whole body began to shake, she leaned against her desk blowing out a shuddering breath as her hazy brain tried to make sense of what the hell had just happened, and even more terrifying…

What was still to come.

And pushing aside the quiet slightly accusing voice in her head that questioned her lack of fight, asking her why she had allowed him to gain the upper hand so easily while angrily informing her that she should have fought against him more than she had attempted to, she closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply, wishing everything would just go away for a little while, desperate for the voices in her head to quiet, she tuned out the world for a few brief seconds.

But she could still taste him on her lips, feel his branding touch on her body.

Bend her.

Break her.

Ruin her.

When finally she felt as if she could function without collapsing to the ground in a confused and trembling mess, she straightened herself, smoothed her rumpled shirt down, and began to right her appearance with shaky and unsteady fingers. Once she was finally satisfied with the state of her clothing and her hair was properly tucked back into place, she pushed herself away from the desk, quickly gathered her keys and began to walk in the direction that Hook had left, ignoring the raw ache that still lingered between her thighs as she left the station fast, needing to get away from it—wanting the security of her home, her bed, her family.

As the cool night air hit her cheeks, her eyes swept the dark street; her legs still feeling slightly wobbly, and her mind still somewhat fuzzy she shook her head, forcing herself to pull it together. She was stronger than him...than this. And slowly walking towards her car, she tried to block out the haunting and teasing sound of his voice as it rang in her head, his words bringing a chill to her body, her brain protesting the threats he'd made even as a deeper, more potent thrill slid through her seductively, awakening something inside of her, something dark and wicked, something that she'd been trying so hard to keep hidden, suppressed and buried.

Something she had refused to let herself feel until she'd come face to face with a blue-eyed, quick witted, smooth-tongued pirate.

Something wild, dangerous, and unrestrained.

Raw, unbridled passion.

And coming to a stop in front of her car, she scanned the area around her, a prickling feeling of awareness skirting across her skin as she realized with some alarm that she was most likely being watched. He was undoubtedly lurking in the shadows.

It should have sickened her.

But as she opened the door, giving her black surroundings one last look, her eyes seeking something she knew she wouldn't be able to find…not yet…she let herself into her car. Sliding into the driver's seat, she took a moment to breathe, in and out, slow and steady, before grabbing the wheel tightly, her knuckles going white with her grip. And feeling the last of her stubbornness begin to drain away, she turned the key in the ignition and stared straight ahead, her eyes unblinking her heartbeat surprisingly even as something inside of her shifted and clicked into place.

Acceptance.

His dark promises lingering in her ears, Emma silently and hesitantly acknowledged her fraying control, dimly aware she wasn't ready to give it all up yet but realizing that she was too far gone to fight it much longer. And with the thought resonating in her head gently she pulled away into the dark night, leaving him behind.

For now.

The beginning of each chapter will have a flashback to their night together in Neverland. Just an FYI. Next chapter has a little more action than this one, a tad more murkiness, and a lot more dirty talk.

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