"Killian! I am going and it's final!" Emma yelled.
"As I said before, it is not an appropriate place for a princess to be and you'll stay here while I get the information from Dashwood," Killian ordered in a firm voice.
"Don't tell me what is appropriate and what is not," Emma fumed. She thought it was completely ridiculous that he wouldn't allow her to go with him to Sir Dashwood's bacchanals.
They had arrived the day before at Wycombe and after renting a room at an inn where Killian and Emma would stay together, they immediately set out to find where Sir Dashwood was holding his private parties. Killian sent Mr. Smee and the rest of his men to locate his residence in town. Most likely his parties were in another area. Dashwood liked maintaining an outwardly respectable demeanor while hiding his libidinous behavior.
Within a few hours, Killian received information from a contact where the next party was going to be held. He had let the contact know that Captain Jones of the Jolly Roger was interested in attending some unique entertainment. Since he was a pirate, it was generally assumed that his taste would lean to the more licentious areas of life and a soiree such as this would be right up his alley. He had received an invitation and he could bring a guest if he so wished it along with directions to the party. It was under a stone manor where there was a labyrinth of caves.
Emma saw the invitation and wanted to attend as his guest. Killian was adamant against Emma being in such a den of iniquity. She was a bloody princess. Emma was meant to be around people who were as noble and good as she was. She was certainly too good for a pirate such as him. But she was with him, making love with him, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh together. He was a selfish pirate and the thought of Emma being with someone else, a noble prince or brave knight, brought out a roar of jealousy from him. Even now, the memory of her kissing that knight on the beach was one that tore at his heart. She was beautiful enough that she had men in droves after her. In his mind, she was his and he wouldn't let any knight of the realm take her away. He would never let her go and would find a way for them to be together if she so wished it.
Killian hoped that she wished it. They hadn't really talked about what would happen with them once Emma got her magic back and defeated Regina once and for all. It was best to focus on one problem at a time. Killian still had a pang of worry that she would part with him once this was all over. He noticed the herbs that she took with her tea were to prevent pregnancy so that there would be no lasting consequence of their shared passions. He was afraid that she would see her time with him as a one-time dalliance and tell him it was good while it lasted. He didn't want that.
"Regina could be attacking my parents, my people, as we speak," Emma said in a strained voice. "I can't just sit here and do nothing. I need to be actively doing my part to try to end this feud with Regina."
Emma glanced down at the gold cuff that symbolized her helplessness. It imprisoned her magic and made Emma feel useless. She needed to do something to combat that feeling.
"And end it you will, Emma. But leave Dashwood to me."
"If you don't take me, I'll go on my own and figure out a way to sneak into the party myself," Emma announced with her chin raised.
He pondered on how serious he should take her. The answer was most obviously to take her seriously. The lass had a penchant for trouble and living up to what she said she was going to do. After staring at her with a shrewd look, he let out a weary sigh.
"Fine. But as long as you promise to stay by my side the entire time."
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," Emma smiled in victory and gave him a peck on the lips. "I promise."
Emma wouldn't want to leave Killian's side especially when he told her these parties were very risqué. She figured there were some beautiful women in attendance who might want to tempt her devilishly handsome pirate into a short term liaison. She would be damned if she would let that happen.
"You can wear your red and gold silk dress," Killian referred to the dress the slave traders put her in. "I think it is most appropriate. Then I'll get some masks."
"Masks?"
"Yes, the respectable gentry wouldn't want anyone to know who they are, even though everyone rightly guesses," Killian wondered what was the point to hide it was when it would be revealed eventually. It was part of the game, he supposed. Regardless, he was looking forward to seeing her in that dress again. She could stir a man's blood until he was insane with need.
He left her in the rented room while he went to find some masks and a costume for himself. He was rather amused when he found and bought a red and gold waistcoat that matched Emma's dress. He paired it with a white shirt, black evening coat and black trousers. He found some intricate gold masks that completely covered their faces. When he walked back to the tavern where he left Emma, he walked into the room and gave Emma an appreciative glance at the figure she cut in that revealing dress. It was too bad they couldn't stay in, he thought.
"It feels good to wear panties under this," Emma informed him. She lifted her skirt and showed him a pair of yellow gold silk and lace panties that went well with the dress.
"I can't wait to take them off you later, love," Killian said with dancing eyes and a husky tone. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to him. He was going to be hard-pressed to keep his hands off her for the rest of the night.
"Turn around, darling," Killian asked. "I want to give you something."
Emma turned around expecting him to do something sinfully pleasurable when she felt him clasping a necklace around her neck. She looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful gold and diamond necklace adorning her.
"It's beautiful, Killian," Emma caressed the piece. "Confiscated goods?"
Killian clucked his tongue and said chidingly, "The treasures I obtain aren't always ill-gotten, love. I earned this one by serving as protection for other merchant ships who fear being attacked by pirates. When other pirates see my ship, they automatically assume I staked a claim first and sail away."
"That's rather clever."
"Aye," Killian said admiring the piece on her. "This necklace was payment for a voyage and now I give it to you." He said with a kiss against her cheek.
"You didn't have to."
"But I want to," Killian whispered in her ear that sent a thrill through her. "I love seeing you in the things I give you."
"Thank you, Killian."
"The pleasure is mine, Emma. I brought you a cloak so you won't scandalize the public with your alluring ensemble," Killian moved to bring the cloak around her shoulders and fastened it in front of her.
"There!" Killian announced. "You're all covered up. Shall we go?"
"We shall," Emma answered and hooked her arm through his elbow.
He escorted her into the awaiting carriage he hired for the night. Emma tugged the black velvet of her cloak closer around her while huddled once more in the plush carriage. Her pirate looked dashing in black and she did notice that his waistcoat matched her dress. Though the vehicle's interior was dim as they rattled down the road in the dark night to their destination, Killian's eyes seemed to glitter at her. They passed the cold, imposing stone manor on their way to the caves. Torches were lit to guide their way to where they would be let off. They reached an entrance to one of the caves where the path to the festivities would begin.
"I almost forgot," Killian took out the masks they would wear and tied Emma's on before the carriage door opened by one of the footman. Killian finished tying his own on and alighted from the carriage reaching a hand to help Emma out.
Emma observed two footmen in gleaming silver livery direct them along with other guests that had just arrived to their destination. One of the footmen offered to take Emma's cloak. Killian hesitated for a moment, unwilling to let any man see Emma in her suggestive attire but common sense won out. He took Emma's coat off her shoulder and handed her cloak to the footman. He noticed the footmen's eyes sliding over Emma's form and he couldn't help but glare at them while tightening his hold on Emma's waist.
Emma noticed how possessive Killian was and how is jaw clenched when he noticed the footmen's slow perusal over her body. She rubbed his back to assure and calm him.
The footmen bowed. "Captain Jones, my lady, please enjoy your evening," one of them intoned and indicated with his arm the direction they would take towards the festivities.
Emma and Killian walked through a maze of caves that were lighted with torches to show them the way. They could hear the distant sound of voices, laughter, and music get increasingly louder as they made their way until they got to a large cavernous opening where many people stood awaiting the start of the entertainment. Emma looked around at the many people in attendance as she tried to absorb her surroundings.
Emma was shocked that the servers mingling through the crowd with refreshments were almost completely nude. Both male and female carried trays of drinks clad in loin cloths with gold bands encircling their ankles, wrists, and necks that had chain links attached to them. The female servers breasts were completely on display and the male servers were bare-chested.
The guests were also in scandalous states of attire. Some women wore lavish ball gowns or see-through dresses with nothing underneath them or corsets that exposed most of the breasts and some of the nipple. Some men wore togas that showed off their bare legs and arms or they were completely dressed but had some suggestive codpieces on. Most of the attendees wore masks, some with simple dominos and some wearing elaborate masks with beads and feathers. Emma's dress was modest by comparison.
Tinkling laughter and mindless chatter floated around the spacious cave that had a warm, unusual feel to it. Candelabras were set up everywhere with lighted candles dripping with candle wax. There were carpets, pillows and gauzy curtains set up on the sides in groups of small intimate settings.
Killian was not happy to see the men eyeing Emma up and down. He shot glares at the men that looked at Emma. In turn the men felt his cold, menacing gaze through his mask and they turned away. Killian was satisfied with their response. He continued with Emma practically attached to his hip with his hand firmly on her waist as they made their way through the crowd.
A scantily clad brunette approached Killian and ran her hands down over his chest despite the fact that Emma was standing there, witness to it and clutched tightly to Killian's side.
"And who are you stranger?" the brunette asked. "I'd like to get to know you."
"Someone you should take your hands off of," Emma answered practically growling and ready to rip the woman's hands off.
The brunette turned to Emma, looked her over and smiled, "Oh, don't feel left out, you lovely thing. I wouldn't mind getting to know both of you."
Her hand slipped underneath Emma's dress and rubbed Emma's upper thigh. Emma was outraged and moved her leg out of the way of her grasp. Court life never prepared her for a woman to proposition both a woman and a man at the same time. Emma then got an eyeful of the woman's nipples peeking out over her tightly laced peach corset. She was so overcome with shock at the apparent display that she was rendered speechless.
Killian cleared his throat and took both the brunette's hands off them, "If you would be a dear and assist us, we are looking for Sir Dashwood. I'd like to pay my respects to him for inviting us to this unique gathering."
"He'll come along to announce the entertainment," the brunette said with a pout at the loss of contact. "If you both change your mind, I'll be around."
With a sultry look, she left their presence and went back into the crowd. Emma was wide-eyed again with surprise when she saw the woman's skirt was see-through and she wasn't wearing any undergarments. Both cheeks were on display. She was thankful she wasn't able to see her front side exposed.
Killian could see behind her mask Emma's eyes widened with incredulity which amused Killian. He was also absolutely delighted in her display of jealousy.
He whispered in her ear with a small grin, "I did mention it was a rather scandalous place for a princess to be."
Emma looked at Killian seeing by his smile that he was clearly entertained at the short interaction with Miss Peek A Boo.
"I said, pirate, I can handle it," Emma gritted. "Despite the nipples popping out at me."
Killian grabbed two drinks from a semi-nude waiter passing by.
"Here," handing a drink to Emma. "To fortify us for the rest of the evening."
Emma clinked her glass with his in a silent toast and sipped her champagne which was rather good. The bubbles tickled her nose.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen" a portly man dressed in gold robes said while standing on a raised dais in front of a curtain. "It is an honor to have all of you come join us in the festivities. The Society of the Dillentantes brings you this evening's entertainment. I, Sir Dashwood, introduce you to tonight's performance, The Sacrifice."
A curtain drew back slowly to reveal the raised dais functioned as a stage. In the center of the stage was a gold embossed chair that looked like a throne. Intricate carvings embellished the chair. Emma and Killian watched a large, imposing male dressed in white robes arranged in a toga, wearing a crown of laurel wreaths which usually depicted a god of ancient stories, entered the room. The music started as he stepped on the stage. He made his way to sit on the throne then he waved his hands and women dressed in long flowing practically transparent gowns started dancing on stage. They weren't wearing any undergarments so the rosy-hued tips of their breasts and curling hair of nether regions were visible.
"Great," Emma rolled her eyes. "More nipples."
Emma came to the conclusion they were watching some play for entertainment. The graceful, lithe movements of the female dancers as they circled their god were quite interesting to watch if you could ignore their barely-there clothing. The man playing a god would sometimes reach out and stroke one of the dancers as they circled around him.
Then two men came into the room each gripping an arm of a blonde woman that was dressed in long flowing white robes that covered her body parts adequately. Emma knew from ancient stories that this woman is most likely playing the part of the sacrifice to the gods. The dancers then floated towards the back of the scene, their movements slower.
The two men made the woman stand in front of the god. The god gave a signal to the guards and the guards slowly stripped the woman of her robes. Memories of the slave auction assailed Emma. She gripped her champagne glass as she remembered the humiliating scene where other females had their robes forcibly taken off them and when she was stripped in front of a man with a black mask who thankfully was Killian.
"Relax, love," Killian whispered soothing words in her ear when he saw how visibly upset she was. He assumed she was thinking back to that awful slave auction. He took their empty glasses and placed them on a passing server's tray. "It's just a show."
Emma tried to relax but she was on edge. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until she needed to exhale.
The god gestured toward his men and they turned the woman towards the audience. Everyone got an eyeful of her naked form and the men's hands roughly stimulated the woman's erogenous zones.
It was rather shocking for Emma to witness the scene so publicly even though Killian had in private moments done the same thing to her albeit more gently and skillfully. The music started to slowly swell as if following the increasing lust that started in the blonde woman as well as the audience.
Leering openly, the man playing the god started to stroke himself under his toga as the blonde woman struggled against her captors. The god signaled to his men to bring the woman to him.
They brought the woman before the god and he pointed to the floor. The blonde seemed to want to refuse him so the men on either side of her forced her to her knees.
Emma could see the flush coloring the woman's pale skin as she was on her knees in front of the god.
The god crooked his finger at the blonde as he smiled and exposed himself. The woman was tentative as she took him in her mouth. Emma had to look away and hid her face in Killian's shoulders. Killian's arm hand been around her all evening and now he pulled her in closer. He looked at the rapt audience that got aroused at the scene. This was what he had been trying to prevent her from seeing. Now she got a taste of what the sordid side of life was like and it was his fault.
After a few moments, Emma turned back to the sight and couldn't tear her eyes away. The god groaned in ecstasy which was the first sound any of the actors made. She felt a tingling sensation in her nether regions as she observed the blonde sacrifice bobbing her head on the god's lap. It was something about the dominant men surrounding the submissive woman that intrigued and aroused her.
The god took his cock out of her mouth and he gestured to his men. The guards pulled her roughly to standing and lifted her astride the god's lap. The blonde woman lifted her hips and accepted the God's shaft inside her. Her long deep moan showed how much she was affected by his penetration. Her hands were then tied behind her back with rope that made her moans even louder.
Emma was panting when she watched the scene of the god and the sacrifice. Now she knew what it looked like when she rode Killian into the heights of pleasure.
The audience stirred and a sense of excitement rippled through the crowd.
Another signal from the god and the two men lifted the woman up and turned her toward the crowd where the king sheathed himself between her thighs once more and her breasts bounced repeatedly as he thrust into her. The audience saw every part of her, specifically her getting entered.
If Emma couldn't get shocked anymore, she did when one of the guards moved his robes out of the way and pushed his member into the blonde woman's mouth. Emma never conceived of the idea of two men at once.
Emma writhed against the hardness of Killian's body and eyed him with ravenous yearning. Killian chanced to glance down at Emma and looking past the mask she wore he could see the pupils of her eyes blown wide. She was aroused and that knowledge shot lust through his entire being.
All through the night he had been worried about Emma's reaction, completely unaffected by the performance. He had assumed her reaction would be disgust but he was most surprised when he saw her inflamed with desire.
Her body was strung so tight. She wanted Killian to be thrusting into her like the men on the stage were thrusting into the blonde woman. She turned to him. Her arms of their own volition slid around his neck to pull him down for a deep kiss. She pressed her open mouth against his, desperate for his tongue. He willingly indulged her as his lips slanted over hers. His hands roamed her hot body as he plundered her mouth.
Her inhibitions were completely lost as she dragged him away from the performance and the cave into the series of tunnels. Killian was overtaken with lust as much as she was so he was hot on her heels. He decided to take the lead and took her to a side tunnel which was dark and private enough for them.
He pushed her against the wall, removed both their masks and licked and bit his way down her chest, pulling her dress down, cupping her breasts together and feasting on her nipples, drawing the tips into his mouth for a long suckle.
Emma was breathless as she tunneled her hands into his thick hair, pressing him closer to her breasts. Hot licking flames of desire swept through her as his warm mouth caressed the soft crest of her breast. Lifting one leg and hooking it around Killian's hips to bring them closer to her.
"Are you sure you want to do this my love?" Killian asked as he came up for air. The desire for her flowed over him, threatening to drown him with lust.
"Definitely," she said with a trembling sigh.
"Good, then turn around and brace your hands on the wall. I'll get your gown up around your waist so that it doesn't get mussed."
She turned and spread her legs. The pulsing heat throbbed in her loins and spread like wildfire through her veins. Her breast felt the coolness of the air where Killian's saliva coated her and her hands found a spot on the wall that felt comfortable. She felt Killian's hand on her back applying gentle pressure.
"Bend down, sweetheart." Killian pushed on Emma's back until she was bent at an angle. Then Emma felt her dress being slowly lifted from the floor and draped over her back. Emma knew that her flared hips would offer a delectable sight to any man. A rush of cool air kissed the skin on her legs and ass. Her anticipation soared in a wild, giddy flight that left her panting.
Killian saw that her perfect legs were straddled to help keep her balance and her firm buttocks were barely covered by a pair of sexy gold panties which were stretched by the position that she was bent in. His excitement was palpable and he marveled at what an unexpected delight she was in every way. Killian felt his thick cock begin to bulge against his trousers. Emma's smooth, creamy skin contrasted wonderfully against the silky gold underwear and dress.
Killian's fingers found the waistband on Emma's panties and began to work them down the soft skin of Emma's hips and thighs. When they became bunched around Emma's ankles, she lifted each foot up and took the panties completely off. Killian pocketed the silky underwear not wanting anyone to find it later in case they forgot.
As his left hand kept pressure on the small of her back, his right hand moved between Emma's legs.
"Spread your legs a little more, sweetheart," Killian said to Emma. There was a barely audible whimper from Emma, but her feet moved a bit further apart. Her adventurous spirit fed his desire like a potent aphrodisiac.
Killian felt the mons venus of his princess and bent down to place a kiss on each of the soft curves of her rump reverently. He felt her sex drench his fingers and she was ready.
Emma could imagine her pussy must have looked like a ripe peach. Emma turned back to see what was happening behind her and Killian was unlacing the front of his pants. She was so hungry for him. Sure enough it wasn't long before she felt the larger hands of Killian on her hips.
Killian rubbed himself up and down her slit to make sure he had enough of Emma's moisture to make it slick enough to enter her. Killian began to press his stiffness against her, the feel of her threatened to overcome his sanity. Emma pushed back as Killian entered her.
Killian watched as he gradually disappeared into her and he let out a moan.
"This feels so good darling," Killian groaned. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
The last thing Killian would want to do was hurt his precious Emma.
"Hmmmm," Emma answered. She was too lost in the sensation of having him inside her.
He held his cock completely still within her for several seconds. He battled with himself to not completely lose control and become a frenzy of thrusting so he could give her time to adjust to his size. Emma's head was thrown back and her eyes were shut. He pulled out a mere couple of inches of his thickness and pushed it slowly back in, repeating this several times. Her mouth completely open and her brow slightly furrowed as he started moving inside.
Bent at the waist, her lovely rear up in the air being served to a man she adored, she wanted him to pound into her.
"Faster, my love," Emma urged Killian to a faster pace which he so willingly obliged.
Killian's hips pumped with a relentless hunger and continued to fill her repeatedly. He reached for her breasts and started to massage them, lust coursing through his blood. She was so beautiful, so perfect, her curves and softness overwhelmed him.
Her breasts were always sensitive to his touch. Emma began to feel the early signs of ecstasy coming over her. The maddening feeling between her legs was demanding for release. Without thinking, Emma pushed her open legs back against Killian's thrusting thighs and felt his muscular quads up against her smooth backside. Then, just as she realized that her own climax was only seconds away, she reached between her legs and felt for Killian's balls and squeezed them gently. Killian immediately erupted with a shout, the sound echoing through the walls of the tunnel.
Killian's erratic movements lifted her ever higher to that blinding, pulsing moment of release. As Emma milked his seed from him, she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out when her own climax washed over her until she gasped and caught her breath with the ecstasy of it.
It took Killian a while to recover as one arm held her waist and the other braced against the wall. He was still breathing hard as he gently removed himself from her while Emma whimpered at the loss of him. Killian tucked himself back into his breeches and straightened the laces and his shirt. He helped Emma stand upright and gently kissed her before fixing her dress.
"My naughty, wanton minx," Killian whispered to her as he held her in his arms and kissed her cheek. She didn't have the strength to stand up on her own but then again neither did he, so they just leaned against each other.
"Aren't you glad that I am?" Emma asked with a satisfied smile.
"Aye! I'm a lucky man," Killian grinned. He waited until their faces were not so flushed with excitement anymore. He did not want any man to see Emma's face post-orgasm so he was happy to tie on her mask for her.
As they walked back to the cave of debauchery, Killian pulled her close to his side once again.
The performance was over and apparently some of the audience had the same idea that Killian and Emma did. Some of them were entwined in various states of undress in areas where fur rugs and pillow were strewn about, while others looked on at them fornicating. It was a mix of exhibitionism and voyeurism.
He realized he forgot to put Emma's panties back on and they were still in his pocket. He would have to watch out for any roving hands on her.
Shockingly, however, she smiled when she felt his warmth beginning to seep out of her slit and down between her soft, creamy thighs as she looked for Sir Dashwood.
"There he is, Killian," Emma spotted the man that made the announcement.
"Let me talk to him, Emma," Killian said. "Try to hide yourself behind me."
"Fine," Emma grumbled.
They approached the man with the toga. Sir Dashwood turned around and despite Emma trying to hide behind Killian, he caught a glimpse of her and wanted to see more.
"Sir Dashwood, I am Captain Killian Jones of the Jolly Roger," Killian turned slightly to nod to Emma but quickly turned back, still wanting to keep her behind him. "This is my lady, Miss Swan. We'd like to thank you for the invite to this distinctive party. We quite enjoyed it."
Killian said the last sentence with a sly smile.
"It was an excellent show," Sir Dashwood's eyes gleamed when he craned his neck to get a better look at Emma. "Let's take a closer look at your lovely lady companion."
Sir Dashwood snatched Emma's hand to bring her forward before Killian could make up an excuse to stop it. His gaze was slow and pointedly bold as he perused her attractive figure.
Killian clenched his jaw as he fought to hold himself in check. The urge to pull Emma back was great.
"Of course, a pirate captain such as you would have the most exquisite lady by his side," Sir Dashwood's eyes didn't leave her chest as he spoke to Killian. "I commend your taste in females, Captain Jones."
Dashwood placed a kiss on Emma's hand. Emma could have sworn he stuck out his tongue to give her fingers a lick as he kissed it. He invited them to sit on some pillows as he pulled Emma toward an empty seating area to have a chat and get to know one each other more. He ordered more champagne to be served from a passing semi-nude wait staff.
"I have heard around town that you have been asking about me, Captain Jones. I am not a man to dance around a subject. There must be a reason that a man like you would seek me out. What do you want of me, Captain Jones?" Sir Dashwood asked as he ran his finger up and down Emma's arm.
"Your reputation precedes you, Sir Dashwood. I was intrigued by what I have heard of your gatherings and merely wanted to attend," Killian offered.
"And I'm so glad you did," Dashwood offered as he perused Emma's form. "I would never have met this splendid creature otherwise."
"She is a splendid lady," Killian was getting angrier by the second at Dashwood's interest in Emma so he made sure to stake his claim and brought his arm around Emma's shoulders. "And the lady's mine."
Dashwood smiled and tried to lighten the Captain's mood. "My apologies if you think I'm overstepping my boundaries. I'll admire from afar then."
Killian nodded his head to show he accepted his apology. They continued to make some pleasant conversation getting to know one another and take in each other's measure. Dashwood kept his hands to himself as they conversed.
"I've heard that your other interests include finding magical ways to increase your life span. How is that endeavor coming along?" Killian asked nonchalantly.
Dashwood's eyes narrowed. "It's been a rather elusive undertaking."
"Have you heard of an island called Neverland where one can live forever?" Killian asked.
"I have but spending my time on an island full of young boys is not my idea of living," Dashwood answered. "Young boys have never held any fascination for me."
Dashwood mentioning young boys made Emma shiver.
Killian went through a list of magical items and potions that were rumored to increase the years of life and Dashwood shot them down in turn until Killian mentioned the feather of the phoenix.
"I still haven't figured out how to harness the powers of the phoenix feather," Dashwood volunteered.
"My lady here has some special gifts," Killian let slip. "Perhaps she could have a look at it."
Dashwood grew interested. "I wouldn't mind seeing some of her…abilities," he said suggestively.
His eyes floated down to her gold bracelet. A suspicion was born in his head.
"You seem rather eager to volunteer her aide, Captain Jones," Dashwood observed. "The phoenix feather is my most prized possession. I have a feeling I'd be helping you rather than you helping me."
Killian forced a smile on his lips. "It's always worthwhile to be of service to a powerful man like you."
"Yes, holding markers on certain men is worthwhile. Why don't you send the lovely Miss Swan to my mansion tomorrow night and I can explore her …talents?"
Killian made no mistake as to the suggestiveness in Dashwood's tone which filled his gut with sickening fury.
"I won't send the lady by herself," Killian said in an icy tone that brooked no argument.
"I'd be glad to offer you my services, Sir Dashwood," Emma spoke suddenly.
Oh shit, Killian thought.
"I'd be delighted to explore your …skills, Miss Swan, alone," Dashwood said smugly.
Bloody everlasting hell!