COME BE MY BRIDE Blackbeard bent Anne backwards, ripping away the scarlet skirt from her lashing knees. Now he was fondling her bare flesh, taunting her with sharp, quick caresses that turned her frantic gasps into excited screams. Sudden revulsion brought Anne back to her senses and she wrenched away from him. Blackbeard fol- lowed, picking up a bottle as he went. "Have a drink," he said. "Heat your blood as well as your temper." He tried to pour wine into Anne's mouth, choking her. The wine gushed down her neck, coursing between her breasts. Then, his eyes bulging with lust, he dropped the bottle and backed her toward the bunk. Anne darted for the bottle, clutched it and brought it down solidly on Blackbeard's head. He bellowed once and pitched headfirst to the floor . . .
- Publication Date
- Jun 5, 2019
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- By (author): Walter B. Gibson, By (author): Douglas Brown