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Chapter 10

He was gone two weeks now. She didn't know where he was. She didn't even know if he would come back. The castle was buzzing with excitement, every single hand occupied with arranging everything for the wedding in two months, a wedding she still didn't entirely feel comfortable about.

She could have told her parents that she didn't want to marry him. She was certain if she talked to them they would cancel the wedding immediately. But she hadn't said a word, playing the dutiful daughter in public, knowing that a part of her had jubilated when Killian had come back and her parents had told her that they needed to marry.

They hadn't told him about the baby. She hadn't told him. But seeing him again just made one thing perfectly clear again.

She loved him, she couldn't deny that any longer.

She loved him despite his harsh comments, his rudeness, despite his obvious reluctance to this forced marriage. She loved his smile, his face, his body. She loved the tender side she had seen glimpses of. She loved the pirate Captain Hook and she loved Killian Jones. She loved each and every facade of him.

Her hand reached down to her stomach, her voice soft as she whispered. "No matter what happens, little one. You should know that I already love you and that I love your father and I know he will love you too, even though he might not be able to show it."

She knew it might be an empty promise because she had no idea how Killian might react to the news and if he truly could love their child, but she couldn't quench the flames of hope situated deep in her mind.

Because maybe they would find their happy end together.

-/-

She was searching for her parents, wanted to talk over some wedding arrangements as she heard them talking inside the library again and she didn't mean to eavesdrop but she couldn't help it, and like the last time she leaned against the wall beside the door.

"I still think it was a horrible idea to bring him here and force them into marriage. We could have made up a story about the father of her child dying at sea." Her father's voice wafted out of the library. "Our daughter shouldn't marry out of a sense of obligation. She should marry for love."

"Have you really watched them?" Her mother asked.

"Am I missing something here?"

"I wanted them to meet again and there was no other way. I needed to see them together."

"Why?"

"To see if I'm right."

"Right about what?"

"They love each other, David." Emma jolted in surprise upon hearing her mother's words. "It's written all over their faces when they think no one is looking."

"So you spied on them?" Her father questioned and Emma could hear the amusement in his voice.

"And do you really think the infamous Captain Hook would let himself get forced to marry Emma?" Her mother asked, completely ignoring her father's inquiry. "Not to mention that our daughter would have fought us with tooth and nail. But they both didn't show much resistance. What is that telling you?"

"That they want to get married?"

"Exactly. They both might not see it right now but they are in love, and they want to spend the rest of their lives with each other. They just need a little push in the right direction."

"Well, I wouldn't call forcing them to marry a little push, Snow."

"Some people need a good hard shove."

"I hope you are right. Otherwise we will ruin our daughter's life."

"She loves him, David. And he loves her. I just hope they will be able to admit it to each other one day."

Emma was pushing away from the door as she heard her parents approaching, rushing into the next room and closing the door hastily so to not be seen, her heart racing in her chest as she walked over to the large windows.

Was her mother right? Was she not the only one in love? Was Killian reciprocating her feelings?

-/-

He would have preferred to be able to fight against the Dark One immediately, to end it, once and for all. But he had agreed reluctantly, after talking with the source King David provided, that they needed to have a plan. A plan that involved stealing a dagger from the Evil Queen, apparently the only weapon that could harm the Dark One, and Killian knew breaking into her castle wasn't easy.

So he was waiting in a tavern until the plan could be set into motion, enjoying drink and women. Fastening his grip around the wench sitting on his lap, he licked his lips as his gaze dropped to the cleavage in front of his eyes, his cock hardening inside his pants as she wiggled atop of him.

"Need a hand with this?" She drawled, slipping her fingers between their bodies to press against his arousal.

"Splendid idea." He growled and he pushed her off his lap, grabbing her hand and yanking her towards the stairs to get to his room upstairs.

He smashed her against the wall the moment they were inside, his hand shoving her dress down so that her breasts popped out, his fingers twirling one nipple around roughly while he bent down and latched onto the other one, biting down hard, enjoying her whimpers as he sucked hard, shoving his hand under her skirts and reaching between her legs, slamming two fingers into her, ignoring that she wasn't really ready for him.

"Make yourself wet for me, wench." He pushed away from her, reaching for the laces of his pants. "I want to bury my cock inside of you, so you better get ready for me."

He licked his lips as he pulled his cock out and watched her as she rubbed her fingers over her clit, one of her hands kneading her breasts as she stared down at his arousal, watching him pumping it while she was fucking herself with her fingers.

"Come here and suck me a little."

She slid her fingers out of her wet pussy and stepped towards him, kneeling down on the ground, closing her mouth around him, and he grabbed her hair, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth.

But something wasn't right. As she swallowed him as deep as she could, sucking and licking at him, pictures of Emma popped up in his head. His fingers closing around blonde curls and not dark ones, the breasts that swung back and forth were too big, his mind conjuring up images of her perky breasts and he cursed loudly, shoving the wench back, angry about his mind betraying him.

"How about I call for my cook and let him fuck you while I'm watching." He pumped his cock, slick with her saliva while she was still kneeling in front of him. "I don't want to catch anything from your dirty cunt."

He let go of his cock and pulled two chunks of gold out of the pocket of his pants. Her eyes turned greedy as she saw the shimmering metal and she stumbled to her feet, grasping the gold before he could take it back and he stepped to the door and yanked it open, bellowing down the stairs. "Rollins, get up here. I have a wench for you to fuck."

His cook stumbled up the stairs almost immediately, jumping on the opportunity to have a good fuck without paying for it. He went instantly for the wench, pulling her into his arms and kissing her sloppily, her hands reaching for his crotch, rubbing over his length.

Killian leaned back against the wall as his cook shoved the wench towards the table and swirled her around, his hands groping her breasts before he pushed her down and swept her skirts up over her ass, fumbling with his pants until he could pull his cock out, his grunt echoing through the room as he plunged into her and started to fuck her hard.

Their groans and grunts filled the room, the wench clearly enjoying the long and thick cock of Rollins fucking her pussy relentlessly and Killian tightened his hand around his arousal, pumping fast as he watched the two fucking, Rollin's hips slamming into the wench's ass over and over until he pulled out with a growl, spurting his seed over the back of her dress and Killian closed his eyes, imagining a lithe body pressing against him, envisioned her wet cunt glistening with her arousal, ready for him to enter, and he gripped his cock even harder, pumping it a few times until his release spurted out of him in hard bursts, splashing down on the dirt covered floor.

He didn't even bother to pull his pants up again, growling at the pair still standing at the table. "Get out."

He yanked the door open and shoved Rollins out, waiting for the wench to follow before he slammed the door shut and leaned his head against the wood.

He had wanted to forget her, thought he could go back to his old pirate ways. Drinking and fucking. But he couldn't. She owned his body and soul, and for a second he allowed himself to admit that she owned his heart too.