Captain's Orders (Every Curvy Inch Book 3)
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He gazes intensely into my eyes. “Victoria, I love you so fucking much,” he says in a deep voice.
“Tyler… I lo—”
Our moment is quickly interrupted by a bright flashing light a few feet away from us. I turn to see the silhouette of a large man running away from us. Judging from his frame, that looks like no one other than fucking Marc.
Tyler slips on his shorts and chases after the man, but by the time he’s dressed, the peeping Tom has disappeared into the distance.
He walks back to the picnic blanket. “I am going to fucking kill that man.”
I love how he stands up for me, that he will not let any man hurt me, but I started this with Marc and now I need to end it.
I’m going to show that fucker that even though I have a man that stands up for me, I am not a woman to be messed with, with or without a man having my back.
Chapter Six
Tyler
I took Victoria back to a hotel room and she spent the night with me. We didn’t continue with where we left off, despite how badly I wanted her, simply because I refused to let our first time be ruined with thoughts of me killing Marc.
When I make love to Victoria, I want it to be special, to be a night she remembers. After all, that is the night I plan on filling her with my baby.
We’re back on the ship after a blissful evening in Haiti, and we’re now heading back to Toronto.
After a long chat with Marty, telling him about Victoria and the man I’m going to murder, I spent an extra half an hour in the gym this morning to blow off some steam and prepare for Victoria’s confrontation with Marc later today.
I hate that he’s getting so much unnecessary attention, trying to fuck things up between Victoria and me. I’ve been so isolated with my heart, even settling for the idea that I may die single, but now that I have been reminded of how fulfilled she makes me feel, there is nothing that will stand in the way of me claiming what is mine.
I don’t know what the fuck that man’s problem is, or if his entitled ass is so used to getting what he wants that he cannot understand that no means fucking no. But Victoria made me swear on her life that I wouldn’t do anything to that dickhead, and that she would put him in his place. I hate accepting no for an answer, but I agreed to let her sort it out on condition that she confronts him in an open, public space. If he dares to try and lay a hand on her, he will not live to tell the tale—that I’ll make sure of.
Since I moved out of home, and with my step-dad molesting me, I’ve struggled to trust men. I believe that most guys are guilty of being assholes until proven otherwise, and that Marc clown has not started on a good foot to prove me wrong.
I’d like to think I’ve come a long way since my high school days. While I will probably never have a close relationship with my mother, I have forgiven her. But one of the things that came up during my countless therapy sessions is that I hate authority, which is perhaps why I love being the captain of a major cruise liner. Out in the ocean, I am the highest in the chain of authority. But I’m careful not to allow my need to be in control turn me into a dickhead.
I may be the boss on the ocean, but I still need to report to the cruise company’s home office every second day and those calls freak me the fuck out.
“I see her approaching him in the cabana café,” Marty tells me.
I almost strain my neck turning around to get a look at the security cameras. “I need you to zoom in on her, Marty.”
Victoria told me she will sort Marc out, but I need to keep an eye on him and make sure no harm comes to my woman. I hate that I cannot get involved, that I cannot save her this time, but at least I can watch over her and if I even suspect the man is being shady, I will run down and sort him the fuck out.
Marty tries speaking to me, but his voice is barely coherent. All I can focus on is the feisty woman standing with her hands on her hips, addressing Marc.
I’ve seen that look in her eyes before, and take comfort in knowing she’s about to set him straight, once and for all.
Victoria
Marc is trying to ruin my fucking life, and I will not stand for that. I’ve been far too nice with his ass, and today he will discover that I’m not a bitch to be played with.
I spend the next thirty minutes walking around from café to café in search of this prick.
Most people consider me the feisty bitch of the pack. I’m really a sweetheart, but do not step on my toes and do not disrespect people in front of me because I will go from zero to crazy bitch in seconds.
I get my feistiness from the one person I’ve looked up to the most in my life, my gran.
I get my feistiness and my love for fashion from my gran. I still recall her telling me that if I cannot find the dress I so badly want to wear in the shops, that I should learn to make it myself.
Not only did she teach me how to make something myself if I really wanted it, my granny is the epitome of a fierce and powerful woman. She was a strong and independent woman that never allowed her personality to get lost in her relationship with my grandfather and was never afraid to make her voice heard.
People always had bad shit to say about our family, but it was her advice that carried me through it all.
People only say bad things about you because it’s their sad way of making them feel better about their life.
Whenever I feel down about people speaking shit about me, or judging the way I dress, I remind myself of that little fact.
When my gran passed away, I was crushed. It felt like the only person I have ever truly cared about was ripped out of my life. But I know she’s looking down on me, watching my every move and that’s what drives me to realize my dream of becoming a world-renowned designer, that is why I stand up for myself and that is why I refuse to live with regrets.
But that is also why I won’t ever let a man disrespect me.
I hover over Marc and fight back the ache to slap him straight across his arrogant face.
“I knew you’d come to your senses.” Marc leans back in his chair, his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Victoria, I must admit I was starting to like the chase, but you’re really making me work. Especially considering that you hit me up first.”
My nostrils flare and I feel my temples pounding. “Marc, cut out the shit, dickhead, and tell me why the fuck you were taking pictures of us last night?”
“Darling, you know I’m a professional guy and I hate seeing someone in charge act so unprofessionally.” He pauses, as if taking a moment to bask in his victory.
A grin creeps up my lips as I allow him his moment of happiness, knowing I will cut it short. I find a seat next to him, fold my legs in front of him and look back at him with pouted lips. “Sweetie, I don’t think you will be doing anything to Tyler.”
Marc grunts. “Oh, yes I am. I plan on sending this pic out to everyone involved in this cruise ship. By the time I’m through with him, that motherfucker will be fired.”
I whip out my phone with his nude filling the screen and hold it out in front of him. His eyes grow large and he gasps, grabbing hold of my phone so that no one else sees it.
“If you so much as dare to speak to either me or Tyler again, I will make sure your tiny little dick goes viral.”
He swallows hard. For the first time since I walked into this café, he drops that cocky grin.
“You will stay the fuck out of our lives. Oh, and you may delete that from my phone, because I have made copies.” I lean in on him, my lips still pouted. “I hope I make myself crystal clear?”
I can tell he wants to begin apologizing, but I’m not interested in hearing him out. Before I give him a chance to speak, I stand and add an extra sway to my hips, knowing he will never be a problem again. Now I can focus on Tyler without any fucking distractions.
Chapter Seven
Tyler
“I’m coming, damnit,” I grumble, fitting on a pair of shorts and a undershirt when the incessant knocking on my cabin door continues.
I’m hoping there’s nothing wrong. Marty always phones me, and only knocks on my door when something’s serious.
I open the door and my face immediate relaxes. My lips curl into a grin at the sight of Victoria fighting off Marty. “Let me go, you clown!” she barks, punching him in the arm.
“Marty, let her go,” I snap, not overly excited at the idea of him having his hands on my woman.
“Sir, I told this woman that this area is strictly off-limits. But, um… she’s stronger than she looks.” Marty sinks his head in shame. I can’t help but smile, because I know just how feisty Victoria can be when someone tries denying her something.
“It’s fine. From here on, Victoria is the only passenger allowed in here. Thanks, Marty. You may leave us.”
Victoria smooths down her hair and gives Marty one last dirty glare before allowing herself into my cabin. “He’s lucky I didn’t slap him across the face.”
“He’s just doing his job.” I laugh and shut the door behind her. I turn to Victoria and my cock swells at the sight of the angel standing in front of me. “A visit to my private cabin? To what do I owe the honor?”
Victoria steps forward, lips pouted, and grabs me by my undershirt. “In case you forgot, big boy,” she says, pulling me towards the bed, “we have some unfinished business and a girl has needs.”
Victoria throws me against his soft mattress. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I’ve craved this cock,” she says, grabbing my stiffening prick. She strokes my erection through my pants and my entire body begins to quiver with relentless desire, starting from my waist and driving down to leave my toes curling.
I lay back with my woman sitting on top of me and in a fit of passion, I lift her top over her head. She flings it to one side and presses my hands to the side, taking full control. “No, big boy. Today, I make all the rules.”
She climbs down me, pulling my shorts and briefs with her. Her lips tremble at the sight of my cock and I ache for them to be wrapped around my head.
My cock throbs, with white precum beads at my tip trickling down the head. She wraps her petite little hands around my shaft and my veins pulsate against her fingers as she strokes me up and down. God, this feels so fucking good. I could get used to waking up every morning with her hands working my aching cock.
“You like that cock?” I breathe.
“Aha.”
“You want to take that thick cock in your pretty little mouth?”
She doesn’t need to be asked twice. Her fingers tease over my shaft as her lips wrap around the swollen head. She plants gentle kisses on my cock head before opening and welcoming my cock inside her. She lets her tongue swirl against my head, taking in every last drop of my precum. Her lips open slightly as she rolls them down my cock.
Fuck, my entire body is on fire. She handles my cock like a fucking expert, slowly stroking my cock deeper and deeper with her lips.
“Jesus, Vic. That feels so fucking good.” I groan, my hands gliding through her silky black hair.
Her hand slides down her leg and under her panties as she strokes her sweet pussy.
“Fuck, baby, stop,” I growl. If Victoria keeps rolling those full lips up and down my shaft, I’m going to shoot my seed deep inside her mouth. Which I don’t mind, but right now, I can think of a better place to store my cum.
Victoria lifts her head from me, licking her lips and staring at me with a look of utmost desire.
“You ready, Daddy?” She grins, lifting her bra-strap so that her perfect, full tits bounce on full display.
“Fuck, baby. I want you on top of me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Victoria whimpers.
She climbs on top of me and straddles me, throwing her legs on either side of my hips. She grabs my throbbing cock in her hand, giving me one final squeeze as she positions her entrance. She hovers above my cock, no doubt waiting for me to beg for that pussy, when she finally drops, sliding down my length. Her eyes roll back and she begins panting heavily as she takes me.
“Damn, baby, this pussy is even tighter than I remember.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, “I think it’s because you’re even bigger than I remember.” She lets out a sigh of pleasure once she takes the full length of my shaft.
She begins grinding her hips against me, and I reach out, giving her plump tits a good squeeze before flicking my fingers against her pert nipples.
Fuck, the way she pants is beyond fucking beautiful. I can tell she’s enjoying this moment as much as I am.
My cock slides in and out of her, searing against her walls. She bounces on my cock, when her hands snake down and she begins touching herself.
“Harder, baby, ride that cock,” I growl. My skin burns and every part of me is fucking fire hot.
“Fuck!” Victoria screams as her orgasm ripples through her. Her bounces draw to an abrupt end, but if there’s one thing I know about my queen, it’s to not stop pounding her when she climaxes. Grabbing her by the hips, I thrust my cock deep in and out of her.
Stars burst in my vision, amplified by her sweet cries of pleasure, and my cock pulsates harder than ever against her flesh until I explode.
I feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest as Victoria crashes down on me and we’re both covered in each other’s slippery juices.
“Baby?” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
“I love you, you know that, right?”
I feel her smiling against my cheek. “Yeah.”
“I love you, and I’m never gonna let you go.”
Victoria lifts her head, her eyes large. “But… but, what if Marty comes for me again? Will you protect me?”
I grin, knowing she’s messing with me, and flip my legs over her body. “What did I tell you about talking about other men?”
“Just messing with you, handsome. I love you too… my romantic man.”
Victoria
I can’t even recall the last time I felt this complete. Having the man that I love pull me into him and tell me that he loves me makes my heart melt.
I’ve given up trying to tell myself that I don’t have feelings for Tyler. I am madly in love, and right now, I’ve put my heart on the line, hoping and praying he takes good care of it.
Tyler brushes the hair out of my face. “Baby, I want to help you.”
From the pulsating sensation that echoes deep inside me, Tyler has done so much more than help me.
“I want to help you get some exposure for your fashion show,” he continues. “Do you have any of your designs with you?”
I burst out laughing at the idea of the large man holding me wanting to help me my designs. “You’re not serious, are you?”
He furrows his brows. “I’m dead serious. Do you have any of your designs with you?”
“I do,” I say, deciding to entertain him. “I packed in a few dresses I planned on showing to Marc.” My head sinks slightly as the reality sinks in. “But I guess that’s not happening anymore.”
“Then I’m going to help,” Tyler echoes.
“Okay, if that’s what you want, you can help. Although I’m not sure how you plan on helping me.”
“Good. All I needed was your go-ahead. You don’t need to worry about how I get it done, but I’ve got something in mind.”
I grin, wondering what this man must be thinking. “Oh, before I forget, Marc shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”
“I watched you from our security cameras,” he confesses.
“You creep! You spying on me?”
“It’s not you I didn’t trust. It was that dickhead I could not trust.”
Tyler glances down at his wristwatch, checking out the time. “Babe, I need to get going.”
“Oh, come on. I just got here, I was thinking we could spend some time together.”
His head sinks and I can tell how hard it is for him to have to walk away from m
e. “I want nothing more than to bend you over and take you from behind, but one of my staff members asked to speak to me and it looked urgent.”
Begrudgingly, I agree to let him go, knowing that he hates not keeping to his word.
We get dressed and Tyler holds the door open for me, like the gentleman he is. I walk out of his cabin and he slaps my ass. God, I love it when he does that.
I love how hard I have fallen for Tyler and how he isn’t afraid to claim me as his own.
Tyler, I hope you can keep up with my craziness, because baby, my heart belongs to you.
Chapter Eight
Victoria
With only two days left of this cruise, I’m consumed by thoughts of ‘where-to’ from here?
Tyler is all I can think about, but what happens to us once this cruise is over? Will there even be an us or was this a once-off fling? We ended things the last time because I didn’t want to live a life without Tyler and with him out in the ocean half his life, I have no idea how our relationship would ever work out.
I slurp on my strawberry milkshake as I walk into our room. Emily’s hunched forward and her shoulders jerk back and forth as she cries violently. Sarah and Charlotte are on either side of her, consoling her.
“Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong?” I ask. She doesn’t respond; if anything, her sobs grow more violent. This is so unlike Emily, crying in front of us. I’ve always considered her to be far too closed-off and secretive.
“Aww, sweetie, at least you still look fabulous, even when you’re crying,” I say, trying to defuse the situation.
For the first time since I stepped into the room, Emily lifts her head and glares at me. “Fuck off, Victoria.”
I chuckle playfully. Something feels off today. I’m not sure if it’s the energy Emily gives off, or because my lactose intolerance is finally catching up with me.“You know I’m just messing with you, sweetie.”