*****
He left the shutters open that night, which perhaps saved his life.
She came for him in the dark. Deep in a dreamless sleep, he was suddenly aware of a body on top of his. A rough hand was between his legs, rubbing urgently.
Startled, he woke, jerking violently as he was roused to wakefulness. The moonlight shining through the unshuttered hatch showed him Bonny Anne’s pockmarked face.
He drew in a breath, but before he could release it in a shout, she lifted a dagger, cold moonlight playing over its curved edge in an evil silver smile.
“Don’t even think about calling for help, my lord,” she sneered. She set the knife at his throat and straddled him. Helpless, full of disgust, he could feel his body responding mindlessly to her ungentle touch. Hardening, his c**k rose, and Bonny
