Struggling in her captor's arms, Tempest could hear the gruff pants and curses from the man beneath her as darkness engulfed them. Chaos and shouts followed them as she was tossed into big Johns's arms and carefully hoisted over the wall to the other side.

The moment they scattered and left in the night to escape, she was then handed over to Will as they made their way towards a carriage.

There they stood listening to Justin's orders to meet him on the ship. He turned then as they all left. She shivered with the brisk cool air, brushing her skin as Will placed her on her feet before Justin, Bellamy, and Quinn.

"Siren," he tipped his hat to her and left.

With no words, Bellamy and Quinn turned away as well and disappeared into the carriage leaving her alone with Justin.

"Get in," he ordered gruffly.

Frozen to the spot she could not move. Sadness overwhelmed her with his coldness.

"I said... get in," he repeated harshly.

Lowering her head, she climbed in. Before she could call out to him, the door was shut and the carriage jolted forward.

Quietly in the confines of the carriage, she finally let her tears fall as she sat across from two pairs of sad eyes.

The long ride took them well past the town towards the port where they discarded the carriage and boarded the ship. There she was pulled along by the unforgiving hands of Justin over the planks and onto the deck.

"Lift the anchor and set the sails immediately," he shouted barely stopping as he dragged her past the watchful sad eyes of his crew.

She took double the footsteps to his large anxious strides as they clamored down the steps only to stop midway and he roughly pull her into his arms and carry her the rest of the way.

She felt helpless and at a loss with what was happening. He knew? He knew of her marriage to Haines. That explained his anger.

He kicked open the door and stepped into the cabin kicking the door shut. She was placed on shaky legs as he stepped away from her as if she burned him.

The silence between them was thick. As he turned his back on her.

His mind swirled with what to do. What to say.

"Justin?" Her voice trembled.

He whirled around to face her and stepped close backing her up to the cabin wall.

"Not a word," he pointed at her heatedly. His whisper, harsh and unforgiving.

He trembled with fury not trusting his self to touch her. Large aqua green eyes full with tears held his.

"Justin, please..." she pleaded.

Swallowing an oath he turned away from her once more. He refused to fall for those tears.

"Let me explain..."

"There is nothing to explain," he turned to face her. "How do you explain betrayal?" Emotion thickened his voice.

"How do you expect to explain to me that the love of my life went and married another man?" He yelled.

"It wasn't like that," she sobbed.

"What was it like? Tell me," The words were ground out between his clenched teeth. That tell-tale muscle was throbbing warningly in his jaw. His body was tense with anger, his face dark with it. He looked as if he could easily hurt her.

"I had no choice," she sobbed.

Her response seemed to anger him more. His hands came up and grabbed her hurtfully over her slender shoulders. Tempest could barely stand her ground, forcing herself to look up into his savage eyes. His long fingers bit deeply into her soft flesh. He shook her, letting her feel the strength in his hands.

"You had a choice. Instead, you took me for a fool."

"No!" She shook her head.

"I wasn't good enough for you so you married him." He seethed wrapping his finger around her throat.

He refused to hear her plea's. Refused to fall for those deceiving eyes that were tugging at his heart.

"You are just like your mother." He pressed his forehead to hers. He trembled terribly in front of her; from the rage, the anger....the love he still felt for her but most of all...the unbearable pain of what she did.

"I am nothing like her," she cried out breathlessly trying to free herself from his unforgiving hold. The cruel treatment.

"There is no excuse for what you did," he tore away from her, yanking her away from the wall and roughly pulling her close. He tightened his eyes and fought down the urge to caress her and kiss away her tears. She trembled like a leaf before him. The fear she held for him was genuine and heartbreaking, but he would not back down.

"Justin please," she cried. "I'm ..," she began, but he did not want to hear it.

His mind reeled with all the possible lies that could spill from her mouth. His voice angrily overrode her attempts at speaking.

He released Tempest as violently as he had grabbed her. It wasn't until he saw her stumble back that he braced himself and pulled himself out of the darkening abyss his fury was creating. He had no intentions of physically harming her.

For a single heartbeat, the intensity of his emotions slightly eased from his expression. It was late and exhaustion outweighed his better judgment. One he could not trust.

"It's late. Take off your gown and get to bed," he demanded harshly.

An eerie silence followed with that order.

Beneath his heated gaze, she obeyed. His ears burned with her sniffles. His heart dropped watching her lift her shaking hands to the buttons of her bodice.

She slipped a button through its first loop, then the next. Under his watchful gaze, she stripped every last bit of garment that she had until she was only in her silk chemise.

With every garment that fell he was moving toward her like a spellbound man, beguiled by the dusky pout of her nipples against the silk, the delicate shading between her thighs. Justin felt weak with the sight of her.

"Come here," he breathed even as he reached for her. She flinched stepping back from his touch.

His expression darkened.

"What...is my pirate's hand too tainted for you?" he grimaced stepping closer.

"Or...Perhaps you prefer Haines touch more than mine," he asked ruthlessly.

Her voice failed her along with her desperate attempt at making him understand reason. His words were cruel, unmerciful, and filled with contempt. They were intended to wound her the worst way possible and they made their mark.

The nightmarish situation was getting worse and worse, and she could think of nothing to abate his fury. Her ears burned with his taunting words. Her gaze lowered to the tin cup on the table at her side. A slight moment of her sanity was lost when she picked it up and flung at him.

Her composure broke.

"I'm pregnant!" She hurled out in a breathless angry sob.

Ducking and standing to face her their gazes clashed.

"I was forced to marry him to save your sorry arse from swinging from the gallows," She cried out with equal rage.

He was standing very still. Poised and alert in shock as he listened to her angry tirade. Her own testy temper aroused with his unfair accusations; hurtled back the same hurtful words until she had no more to give.

Emotionally spent and wracked with guilt there was a coiled spring of hope and energy that came to life within him. He had yet to approach her as she stood heaving and staring at him like a gorgeous avenging valkyrie.

"Pregnant?" His voice choked.

"With my child?" He whispered hoarsely stepping closer until she stood before him.

Watery pools of turbulent blue and green held his as he gently cupped her nape and pulled her to him...

His leg shook that he braced himself with his other arm against the wall.

He wanted to weep as well. He wanted to fall to his knees at her feet and worship her. He wanted to beg her forgiveness.

"Did he-?" he forced the seething rage growing within him at the thought of Haines touching her.

He gazed at her dreading the answer for a long moment. "No," She shook her head with a sob, her eyes red.

"I can not bear for him to touch me."

A silent curse slipped his lips in relief along with thankful prayer. He pressed his forehead to hers.

"I would rather die before I let him lay a hand on me," her fierce admission set his heart aflame. The possessive need of her slammed into him tenfold.

He caved, baring her back against the wall with a guttural moan. Like a starving man needing his last meal, he devoured her with his mouth. There were no delays in her response as she savagely drove her fingers through his hair, pulled him tight, and took what he offered. She was shaking, trembling with the same fever that possessed him. He shoved up her chemise, just enough to see the dusting of curls of her sex. He tore open his shirt and freed his straining arousal from his breeches, desperate to feel every inch of her skin against his own. He cupped one arm around her buttocks, lifting her, opening her.

When he had thought the worst, of never seeing her again—when in his fit of rage, he failed to remember what this beautiful creature meant to him. The long hours they had spent in his bed professing their love for one another should have been enough to see that she would never betray him. He was a fool to ever think that she would.

They sprawled against the wall whispering their apologies in a tangle of hair, limbs, and a fierce, past-due outpouring of passion. He buried his face in her hair and pressed himself into her.

He strained for control. Cradled between her thighs, seated to the hilt in her tight, wet heat, she let out a sweet moan that had his mind turning to mush.

When he could hold on no longer, he began to slowly move taking her with long, deep strokes, cradling her to him possessively. She clung to him like the sea clings to the earth, arms and legs wrapping him in a cocoon of melting delight.

He groaned, sliding dangerously close to a place where only his own selfish pleasure existed. Bracing her weight with his own, deliciously enjoying her clawing nails digging into his shoulder, he reached between them and gently touched her, marveling anew at the familiar delicacy of her moist heat he yearned to feel.

Her shuddering response came fast and hard. He felt it to the very core of his soul and felt his own release too quickly chasing hers.

Tempest tightened her legs at the small of his back and softly wept his name. It was like touching a dark cloud ripe with rain. A rolling thunder of pleasure and heat shot through his loins and poured into her.

He lowered his face to her throat, biting back tears, knowing he would have to let her go for the sake of their child. She wasn't safe at sea in her condition. Now everything has changed. Now it was no longer just her. But their unborn child.

His heir.

A primitive sensation flourished in his heart with that knowledge. She could not stay with him. He understood what he needed to do now. It was that much clearer in his mind as he cradled her to him and he placed her on the bunk beneath his sheets.

She would hate him for it. Probably drive his own cutlass through his heart for it. But the safety of his unborn child and hers mattered more. He needed to play his cards right, there can be no error in what he was about to do. He just needed to do it.

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