Enduring the Storm

Chapter 17 Locked In

Brooke's POV

I watch Owen angrily stand straight, looking frustrated with me and our fight which is quite cute honestly.. but as I look at the men standing around him, I see the worry in everyone else's eyes staring not at me but behind me, with me as the Captain's breath bringing me back to situation I need to get out of. "This was a very entertaining way to start your time here beautiful. But just a friendly tip, maybe messing with my second in command, isn't the best idea.. he is an assh*le." he says this in an even more playful tone that sings in my ear.

I keep staring at Owen as he now stands tall, showing a confidence now having someone back him up in his abilities.. But I never shut up when I probably should. I automatically scoff without hesitation trying to make sure everyone here knows there is only going to be fight coming from me in the future until I get out of this place. "Then when I asked him to put me down, he should have listened.. and better yet, he should stay out of my way if he doesn't want more interactions like that." I pretend to have a confidence in myself or my abilities as if I have a plethora of weapons and talent at my disposal, but we all know I don't.

The captain laughs as my eyes stay connected with the second in command, Owen. "You're fun." He hums into my ear as I feel his lips touching my ear lobe, so I look away, taking my ear away from him because I think I know where this is going. "No, I'm really not fun." I spat trying to show how difficult it will be to get close to me like he may want. He now grabs my face with one hand leaving his knife still scathing across my throat.

"Now, now.. let's not sass... what is your name?" He asks as I shake my head, not wanting to answer him. But that just causes his knife to actually pierce my skin this time. "What shall we call you?" I whimper out hating this, but I reply anyways. "Brooke." He lets go of my face. "Ok.. Brooke.. I am Captain William at your abode, and welcome aboard the Black Santaria.. you're a guest on my ship until I say otherwise and will get treated as such. You will come to my quarters, to change out of whatever this is, before you have dinner with me." He says this like it's a question but we all know it's a demand.

"What if it don't want to." I snap out as his hand latches onto my hair that is hanging down as he laughs, wrapping his fingertips within my hair before he quickly pulls my head to the side forcefully, exposing my neck to him. I feel his nose suck in my scent as he says almost breathlessly. "You don't have a choice." I swallow the lump in my throat as he pulls me by my hair back and right behind us as he opens the door to this cabin area on the ship, before shoving me into the room. I stumble forward, almost falling on my face, but I was able to catch myself on the wooden desk in the middle of the room.

I quickly turn around, watching the Captain slam the door behind him, leaving me in here alone. I run to the door to see if I can get it open. I pull at the door trying to twist and shake the handle but it is not working. I tug and tug but it is not budging. I can hear the Captain's voice on the other side. It is muffled but sounding as if he is giving commands as I try to get it open but before I can even pull the door for another time, it swings open to expose the second in command, Owen. He bolts into the room as if he is on a mission, so I back up just as quickly as my feet will let me without falling back.

I keep backing up, keeping my distance no matter how close he makes me want to get to him. I back all the way up until I feel my butt hitting the desk that I was just using to hold myself up. My hands plant down on the desk as I stand there, not scared of him, just waiting to see what will happen. He keeps coming towards me and before I know it he steps close, hovering over me. His musk fills my senses as I try to not breath it in but it seems to cover me like a blanket. My breath wavers as it leaves my lips, he makes me so nervous igniting something within me. I can't help but to stare from his eyes to his lips, trying to not get turned on by him, but man he is too sexy to ignore. But that is not an option, at all.

His eyes are doing the same, bouncing from my eyes to my lips. There is a tension building in here, but it doesn't feel bad like an angry tension.. something else. I can see his chest heaving as he breathes heavily while he continues to hover over me, stepping closer to me and I let him for some dumb reason. His fingertip flicks the bottom of my chin, tilting it up as he now stares deep into my eyes. "Stop messing around with the doors, you're not getting out unless you jump ship.. And don't think there will be another fight.. I was being nice and you got lucky before.. it won't happen again so don't even try it.. I don't want to have to hurt you, but don't mistake my kindness for weakness." He snaps as if he expects me to snap right back, but I don't want to.

I bite my bottom lips before softly responding, "Ok.. Owen.. I won't mistake that." I say this without any hesitation, letting him take the breath from my lungs as he steps closer gripping my face into one huge hand, pulling me only inches from him. His beautiful eyes bounce from me, then away and then right back to me as if they were always meant to be on me. He looks angry but not at me, like he is mad at himself. His mind looks as if it is running a million miles a minute. He lets my face go but doesn't move away from me, so I don't either.

His throat clears as he softly says to me, "Good.. and a small piece of advice.. Brooke.. don't resist what the Captain commands.. he is not a very nice man when he is being challenged with every move you make against him.. It will be less painful to just give him what he wants." he warns me with an anger and concern for me in his tone that says he is telling me the truth and might know what is going to come my way as the Captain's 'guest'.

I need to stop being attracted to this man. I let out a deep breath, trying to calm my body, but I can't help the heat building within me that I just want to flirt with him all day. I use my pointer finger to tap on his chest, feeling the flexed and tensed muscle underneath it. "I don't just give in or roll over, that's not who I am.. and for your information Owen, I didn't get lucky before, you just weren't paying attention, that's not my fault, so I took advantage.. Besides, How do you know that this sparring won't happen again, if we don't try it again? Maybe I would let you win this time if no one teams up and helps you out." he scoffs loudly at my comment. Letting a small smirk appear for just a split second, that if I hadn't seen it the first time, then I wouldn't have believed he did it.

His head shakes as he says, "I was paying attention, I was just trying to be gentle since your fragile and all, but if you're going to be like this, then maybe you just need to watch your back." I know this is supposed to be a threat but I am more turned on than I ever should be. "I wasn't the one that needed help to win." He scoffs as he states, "I didn't need help to win." I let out a wavering breath as I try to change the mood to help me calm down. "Sure you didn't.. Maybe you should watch your back.. and besides, I don't have to listen to any of you.. You can take your advice and shove it up your *ss, because I'm not a nice person either and especially not your pet to command." this comment gets his eyes rolling before he grabs my chin and cheeks into his one hand, he squeezes it as he pulls me in.

My hands land in his chest, trying to give me some room so I can calm down, but it is not working. I'm not fighting as hard as I know that I should be and I am not sure if he knows it or not. I watch as his eyes bounce around my features. "You're right Miss Brooke.. You're not me or any of the crew's pet, but you're the captain's pet now." I shake my head to object but before I can say anything he leans in. "You have to realize that you're his b*tch now." he spats in a soft tone making it sound as if it is supposed to be a threat again but it doesn't feel like it. It feels like a warning to me out of protectiveness.

I can feel the anger building at that thought as I snap back with hesitation. "I am no one's bitch.. I am my own person that can make my own decisions and I don't want him.. and I won't be forced to do that." I shove him away but he latches his hands onto my wrists that are still on his chest, holding them there as he keeps getting closer. He looks taken back by my comment, I think by the fight in me that he must not have expected more of.

Owen's eyes stare deep into mine as if he can read my mind. It's making me nervous not knowing why he is making me feel this way when I know exactly how I should be feeling, angry and appalled at him and this whole situation. But It's something completely different, something enticing.. enthralling enough to bring me in no matter how much I am pushing back. Why? What is special about him that he is having this effect? Nothing that I can see.

"Oooh Brooke, I think Owen likes you.. which is saying something because there arent many on his list of people he can tolerate.. ha.. that's amusing, you seem to have just as much fight in you as he does within himself. We will change that." The captain states to us, scaring the both of us, because I don't think either one of us knew he was there. I don't tear my eyes from Owen as we just continue to stare. Owen clears his throat before I can feel his grip loosens as he gently lets me go. I take my hands off of his chest as I lean back onto the desk behind me.

"Thanks for helping me keep her tamed in here Owen.. but I need you to give us a minute alone." the Captain demands, as he nods but takes a second to think before he leaves us in here. Once the door slams shut behind him leaving me with the Captain, I glance over at him to see he is smiling. "Get undressed." The Captain demands as I shake my head, turning away from him, not wanting to acknowledge this conversation at all. I don't like anything about him and won't give in unless I have to.