{Blog Tour} Cash Remington And The Rum Run


Cash Remington and the Rum Run
Sexy Dreadfuls #2


I plunder the sea, steal what I can, and never look back. It’s a pirate captain’s life for me. When my crew and I discover a destroyed ship floating on the endless waves, we scavenge it for every scrap of cloth and every morsel of food. Inside, I find a treasure—gold, gems, and a girl. I’ll ravage the girl, spend the gold, and use the gem to buy the ship of my dreams—the Gloomy Lotus. At least that’s the plan—until the Kraken, a whirlpool, and a six-headed beast attack my ship. Despite the danger, I still intend to have my way with the girl. Nothing can stop me. I’m Cash Remington, and I take what I want.

Content Warning: This swashbuckling standalone tale stars an alpha male who takes what he wants. It’s full of sex and violence. It’s an erotic adventure, not a romance, and is not “safe.” If you’re cool with these caveats, enjoy!

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She’s so small. I could easily pin her and take everything I want. But she’s no three-penny harlot. She’s something more. I see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice.

“Have you never been with a man before?” I ask and reach for the hem of her dress, the light yellow lace reminding me of a civilized past I’d given up years ago.

“N-no.” She shakes her head, and her lip trembles.

I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock, stroking it as I study the curves of her small breasts. She clenches her eyes shut.

“Open your eyes.”

“N-no, please.” Her voice shakes.

I ease my hand up and down my stiff length, and I want nothing more than to hold her down and fuck her raw. But her trembling form speaks to something in me beneath the layers of salt and the years of dirty deeds.

“I’ll make you a deal.” I keep stroking, imagining it’s her pussy around my cock instead of my hand.

Her eyes flutter open and she holds my gaze, never lowering it. “What deal?”

I stay my hand even though my balls are fizzing and demanding release. “I swear I won’t touch you.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Not so fast, my lovely. I’ll need something in return.” I smirk as her face falls.

She draws her knees up and wraps her arms around them. “What?”

“I won’t touch you, if you show me what’s beneath that dress. Take it all off for me, slowly.”  

About the author

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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