Endless Passion

Her heart hammered as she walked quickly through her father’s home. It would be the last time she would walk these halls. How could he do this to her? Atlantis was her home. Sending her to their countries enemy, Greece, would destroy her. She did not even know what her betrothed looked like. For all she knew he could be some ugly man twice her age.

Cinna stopped just before her father’s study. He would be displeased with her, she knew that. But maybe, just maybe, he would listen to her and let her remain here. She didn’t want to leave. The large window to her right that looked out at the glorious sea made her already feel home sick. She could see the cliffs her family’s home sat on that dropped off into that endless blue.

Knocking once, Cinna was admitted with a grunt from her father. He sat like a king behind his large desk, his dark eyes narrowing on a letter before him. He waved her forward into the room and Cinna took a deep breath to steady herself.

“Father,” Cinna began but he held up a hand for silence. She rang her hands together nervously as she glanced around. If her father didn’t listen to her, this would be the last time she stood within this room. She wanted to remember all the good memories she had had here. She could remember playing with her brothers and sisters when she was much younger. That was now a distant memory that was fading with time.

“What is it, Cinna? I’m a busy man.” He sounded irritated, which was a bad thing. She brushed a black curl of hair that had escaped its braid behind her ear before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t want to marry him, father.” She watched his face contort with anger and was suddenly glad that large desk of his separated them.

“It is not for you to decide.”

“I do not love him. I don’t even know him!”

Cinna wondered if he had been standing near her he would have slapped her. His face was growing steadily redder by the minute. She knew this was an argument she would not win, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“How can you send me away from Atlantis? Atlantis has been my home my entire life! Greece is our enemy!” Her father stood up and slammed his hands down on the desk. The noise echoed through the room and silenced Cinna.

“This is not up for discussion. This is for your own good, just trust me.”

She didn’t. Sending her to a foreign country could not possibly be for her own good. She belonged here. But she could see her father was not going to change his mind. She stormed from the room, her long dress flaring up around her lithe body. She ran through the endless halls of her home until she found herself outside standing along the edge of the cliff.

The wind was strong and her hair was flying behind her, her braid long since destroyed by the force of the wind. She could feel hot tears sting her cerulean eyes. She wondered if they looked like the sea right now. Endless waves of water shimmering blue. She hugged her body as she looked down at the water. It was all too tempting to step a foot in front of her and plummet to her death. Dying in Atlantis seemed a better fate than living in Greece.

A ship caught her eye and she knew it to be the one that would take her away from here. It had foreign sails and looked strange. She didn’t want to go. It was all too tempting to run to her brother’s home a few miles away and hide there. But he would surely side with their father and send her back. She didn’t want to think of the punishment that would await her then.

Cinna reluctantly turned away from the sea and returned to her home one last time.


Warren stared at the ship before them hungrily. He hated those Greeks. They were inferior to Atlantians and would all surely parish one day. He had been praying to the Gods for such a thing to occur, he just hoped he was being listened to.

This ship bore the Greek symbol. How dare it enter Atlantian water. He ordered his crew to attack the boat, a broad smile forming on his lips. His dark eyes watched them glide through the water with ease and then attack and seize the ship. It was almost laughingly pathetic how easy it was to take the ship. They boarded, not even having to kill a single one for they all surrendered. Apparently they had heard of him. Bloody Warren the Terrible.

“Caring any valuables today?” Warren asked easily as he stepped around the captured crew slowly. They all were kneeling before him, their eyes firmly looking downward.

“We are not a merchant or warship, sir. We came here in peace.” One of the crew spoke. Warren snapped his heels together and turned to face the man. He was a fat tubby man with a kind, but terrified face. He was clearly fearing death. Warren did not. He did not fear anything. Fearing anything was a sign of weakness. Warren had no weaknesses.

“Peace? Peace? Do you Greek dogs know the meaning of the word?” Warren spat. The man paled and Warren could see on the man’s face that he regretted speaking.

“We were sent here to pick up a maiden to bring back to our lord,” another sailor spoke. Warren looked at the lad who was at least five years younger than himself. He did not look afraid. Kind of reminded himself at that age, although he was not comparing himself to a Greek. Absolutely not.

“A maiden you say? Bring her.” Warren watched the man run off. He was a smart boy. Obeying him would keep him alive. Maybe he should add the boy to his men. He may have Greek blood running through his veins, but that can always be beaten out of him. Bleed enough and you can dilute their filthy blood.

Warren’s stream of thoughts were interrupted when the boy returned with the maiden. He had never seen such a beautiful girl in all his life. She had ebony hair that curled around her heart shaped face that looked like an angel’s. She had dark blue eyes that were watching him warily. Her lips were a rosy red and parted slightly to reveal a pink tongue dart out and moisten them. It made him hard instantly.

“What’s your name girl.”

“Who are you?” Cinna demanded without answering the barbarians question. Her heart was beating hard against her and she wondered if she would faint. They had barely left her home an hour ago and the boat had been boarded by pirates.

“Warren the Terrible.” He gave her a crooked smile that flashed a pair of pearly whites at her. He was very handsome, Cinna had to admit. With his jet black hair that seemed darker than her own if that were possible and chiseled body, she found herself feeling things she had never before. Maybe he would be her way of escaping this future husband of hers.

“Cinna.” No need to mention her father’s name, she decided. If he heard it he would ransom her and then she would be back to where she started.

“Cinna, you’re coming with me. So are you boy.” Warren snapped his fingers and two large pirates came at her and the boy who had fetched her before. She let out a small scream as they took hold of her body and literally picked her up and moved her onto the ship floating alongside this one.

The boy behind her was struggling, but the two large pirates that were holding him were proving to be immovable. The poor boy was no match. The ship she now resided on proved to be much quicker than the Greek’s and they had sailed off into the sea with such speed she wondered how such things were possible. The Greek’s ship was out of sight and would clearly not be able to catch up and rescue her. And as the minutes ticked by Cinna decided she didn’t want to be rescued. This pirate was an Atlantian. True he was a ruffian and a pirate, but he would bring her back to Atlantis. Her father may eventually get her back and be so relieved that he will keep her close to home.

“So Cinna, what is such a beautiful girl sailing off to Greece for? No one suitable in Atlantis?” Warren sneered at her. He was rested against the wooden side of the boat, an aloof look on his gorgeous face.

“They paid for me, something my family desperately needed,” Cinna lied easily. If he believed there was no money for her he would not search out her family.

“Think they will demand their money back now?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Do you care?”

Cinna had to remind herself and carefree banter with this man was not safe. She could easily say something that could give her away and then she would be in trouble. Although that heated look on his face said she may be in a lot of trouble for completely different reasons. She had never been with a man before, her father had always kept a close eye on her. It was rather infuriating. Cinna didn’t like be chaste.

“Will I see my family again?” Cinna questioned.

“Possibly.”

“What do you plan to do with me?”

Warren smiled a predator’s smile. He could envision them tangled in the sheets of his bed doing glorious things. But he didn’t believe this Cinna. She was too well dressed. Too well groomed. Too well spoken. She was not some poor man’s daughter. There was money behind her, he knew it. And if she was being sent to a fiancé across seas then there would be plenty of it to go around. He was sure if she remained intact her father and fiancé would pay a great deal for her. And he knew she was intact. He could see the innocence on her face even though she was looking at him with an equally hungry expression.

“First I plan to return to the northern tip of Atlantis. My crew has not seen their families in a long time. I need to train my newest member,” Warren nodded at the Greek boy who was fighting with one of the Atlantian pirates. “We will be there in three days time.”

Three days? What would happen on this ship in that time? Cinna wondered where she would sleep, although she doubted she would rest peacefully. There were too many bloodthirsty men around her. She had never been alone with a man before. Now she was alone with potentially dangerous ones and there was no hope of a rescue. And a part of her did not want a rescue. At least not from this Warren.

“What am I supposed to do until then?” Cinna demanded. She had but the one dress on her body and did not like the idea that she would have to be around them for three days.

“You are free to roam around the ship at your leisure. I must warn you that some of my men cannot resist the female flesh, so exploring below deck is not advisable. You will sleep in my cabin.”

“Your cabin? Absolutely not.”

“Oh, my dear Cinna. You are not at liberty at giving orders. Although you seem accustomed to it. Not something common for a poor girl.” Warren watched her reaction. Her face paled slightly as if she were caught in a lie and then she smoothed it into a calm serenity.

“Sorry, I forgot my place. I am not accustomed to pirates. I have always been told I have an unruly tongue.”

Warren wondered what other wonders she could do with that tongue.

“Well the hour is getting late. I’ll take you to my cabin, where you can bathe and then I will have dinner brought in.”

Cinna did not have much choice but to follow him. The ship was huge, Cinna noticed once they went below deck. She wondered if it was a silly thought to wonder if she could get lost. She was relieved to reach his cabin and get away from all the prying eyes of his crew. Cinna was left alone for a short while as Warren went and retrieved a bath for her.

A large tub that was made from pure gold was carried in by a few of his men and set down in the center of the cabin. Then more of them walked in caring steaming hot water. They filled the tub silently, although they glanced at her with knowing smiles. Cinna stood back with her arms crossed over her chest as she watched them. When they left she noticed that Warren did not leave with them.

“Am I expected to bathe with you here?” Cinna asked incredulously.

“It is after all my cabin,” Warren said simply. “If you do not wish to bathe I am not going to let this wonderful fresh water go to waste.” He began to until his shirt. Cinna was momentarily frozen as he pulled it over his head to reveal his golden body that was entirely muscle. She felt a weird feeling in the lower part of her stomach that she could not explain.

“No!” Cinna wanted to bathe. She felt dirty from just stepping on that boat with the Greeks. Their ship had not been clean like this one and she had wondered if they would have provided her with a bath.

Cinna slowly undid her dress, feeling her cheeks redden with embarrassment. No man had ever seen her naked before.

Warren watched her undress slowly, removing layer by layer. When she finally had all items of cloth removed his mouth was watering. Her breasts were perfect, with rosy pink nipples that had hardened from the cold air around them. She had a perfectly slim body that was nicely curved in the right places. He had another vision of them in his bed, him sliding into her slick tight body.

“Are you going to stare at me the entire time?” Cinna demanded.

“How about I help you wash?” Warren asked huskily. He could see her eyes widen in shock, but she didn’t protest. He figured that was a good sign.

Warren picked up the bar of soap and lathered his hands with the water. He then gentle ran his callused hands over her shoulders, massaging her gently as he went. He rubbed her tense muscles until she finally leaned into his hands with a soft moan. He then grazed her breast with on hand covered in soap. He felt the hard nipple and resisted playing with it. She probably wouldn’t take lightly to that. He moved onto the other one and knew she was close to moaning again. He could see her biting her lips with her teeth and he smiled.

His hand dipped down into the water and worked his way down her stomach and then her legs. She had long slender legs that he wanted wrapped around his body. He watched her half closed eyes as his hands grazed her thighs. She tenses slightly, but said nothing. Her breathing had become labored and he knew she wanted him to touch her just as badly as he wanted to.

“Cinna,” Warren breathed into her ear. She looked up at him the moment he slipped a finger inside her. Her lips formed an o as her eyes widened in shock. He could feel her maiden head and hated it. He wished she wasn’t a virgin. If she wasn’t he would pick her up right now and take her in the bed. But he didn’t do anything but move his finger slowly in and out of her. She was biting her lip again, her deep blue eyes staring into his dark eyes with such intensity he almost looked away. But he wanted to be looking at her when she finally came.

He could feel her body accepting his single finger and knew she was close. Her breathing was coming in short gasps and she was gripping the sides of the tub. When she did climax she could not hold back a moan of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered half close as she slide deeper into the water. Her body completely at ease.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m a pirate, I do as I please.”

Cinna didn’t say anything else. She was watching him, but he had returned to washing her body and wasn’t making eye contact with her any more. She knew this was going to be an interesting adventure for sure.

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