Devil May Care by Amelia Wilde
What is a pirate without his ship? Without the sea?
I sacrificed everything to save Ashley. Now we’re hiding out while I build a new ship, a new life for myself. It’s paradise here on the island. Sparkling water and lush greenery. A beautiful woman by my side. But the threat of danger grows closer. The net tightens. We’re at risk every second we stay here, but there’s nowhere to run. Even the ocean won’t save us now.
Devil May Care is the third book in the Devil trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Amelia Wilde. The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea and A Deal with the Devil must be read first.
Excerpt Devil May Care by Amelia Wilde
Ashley bites her lip to try and stifle a whimper. My teeth click together under the pressure of my jaw. “You should be embarrassed,” I hiss at her. “Riding my fingers while you cry about your daddy.”
Tears run silent down her face, and she whimpers again. It’s half-moan now, but Ashley swallows hard and lifts her chin. “I can miss him,” she manages, “and want you.”
“Don’t,” I growl into her face, thrusting my fingers with more force, unable to stop. “Don’t pretend it’s me you want. Don’t lie to yourself.”
I press a thumb to her clit and Ashley shudders.
“I’m the only one who’s being honest.” Her breath hitches with every word. “You’re the liar. You say you’re an evil villain, and you’re not. You say you’re only keeping me here because you want—you want—” I’m coaxing a mean orgasm out of her and it’s working. Ashley isn’t doing a fucking thing to stop me. She’s only getting hotter and wetter. “Because you want money, and you want to see me cry. But it’s not true.”
“It’s all true. And you get off on it. Princesses like you always do. You’re filthy little things who leave before sunrise at the next port.”
Hurt flashes in her eyes and echoes through me, but I’m too far gone to take it back, to tell her the truth—that in all the ports I’ve visited around the world, there’s been no one like her. That I give Nicholas such unholy shit for his girl back home because I don’t have one. It’s been years since I brought a woman on board with me. There was no one before Ashley. And after she’s gone—
“You don’t know anything about women like me.” Ashely sets her jaw and tilts her hips to get more pressure on her clit.
She’s wrong. I don’t know anything about anything. Right now I’m a hurricane that’s about to make landfall. I’m a twisting spiral of wind and rain and screaming steel. “I don’t care about women like you.”
Her chin lifts, and I’ve never seen anything so hot in my whole fucking life. Defiance, while her hips work and her pussy clenches around my fingers. “I want this.”
“No, you don’t. You’re taking what’s available—”
With a frustrated groan she arches in my grip, getting just enough leverage to find more points of contact. Ashley’s lips meet mine in a bite hard enough to break skin. “You said to decide after this is over,” she says, tightening around my fingers. “It’s never—it’s never going to be over.” She can hardly breathe for how she’s panting. The poor little rich girl does like it rough. “I don’t care what you say. I don’t care how mean you are. I’m not changing my mind.”