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skin.
    Kane yanked his hand and gritted his teeth. “Bloody hell.” 
    The lad scurried behind his chair.
    Kane snatched a cloth off the table and dabbed his hand. “How did you manage that, lad?”
    “ Manage what?”
    Kane nodded at the turned over pot. “You made the pot move by itself. Do you practice black magic? Or you in league with the demon Zuto?”
    “No, I don ’t practice black magic and I don’t pray to demons,” the lad whispered. “Please believe me.” 
    Kane laid the cloth down. Before the lad could bolt, Kane’s fingers bit into the lad’s shoulder and he cried out. The last time magic ventured onto his crew, the demon Zuto cursed them. Sweet Mother of God, he’d never put his crew in danger again.
    If the demon Zuto had a hold on the lad, he’d discover it. The lad would tell him. All mercy fled. 
    Kane stood , ignoring the pain in his hand and picked up the whip.
    The lad covered his mouth. “No, I’ll…”
    Kane gritted his teeth. Could he be a worse bastard? But the lad left him little choice, his crew’s life was at stake. He would not fail them again. He hardened his voice. “Be warned, I can make you talk. Savvy?”
    “I don ’t know what you want me to say,” the lad muttered.
    “The t ruth for one,” Kane growled.
    He had enough of the lad’s lies. He released the lad and shoved the dishes aside on the table. The lad raced for the door.
    “Leave me alone,” he cried. His hand reached the doorknob.
    Kane easily overtook him, seizing him by the shirt and dragging him back to the table. The lad slapped and kicked, hitting Kane’s arms and shins with painful accuracy. Lying to the Captain warranted punishment. One he’d dole out personally.
    He slammed the lad face down on the wooden table, pinning his neck with his hand, pushing his knee between the lad’s thighs and the lad cried out. Ignoring the lad’s whimpers, he ripped his shirt down his back and grabbed his whip.
    Hi s eyes widened. A large wool bandage wrapped around the lad’s upper back, emphasizing the narrow waist that led down to curvy hips.
    “Bloody hell,” Kane muttered. Could it be? Could this be a lass? Damn.
    “Let me go,” the lad struggled.  
    Kane stared at two creamy shoulders. On the lad’s lower back, new red welts and discolored bruises marred the soft skin. “What the devil?”
    He removed his knee and took his hand off the la ss’s neck. She started to dart away but Kane seized her arm and whirled her around and ripped her shirt the rest of the way off. The white bandage bound two ample breasts, which were now just peeking out. Perspiration trickled down the lass’s throat, pooling into a fine wetness between her straining mounds. A flattened tummy and womanly curves sent Kane’s senses reeling. An ache long denied rose within him.
    “Jaaysus .”
    His cheeks heated and he groaned at the thick -arse remark. How could he be so daft?
    Her chest heaved. He raised his head tearing his gaze away from her breasts and stared into her deep brown eyes. Her face flushed. She moistened her rosy supple lips and tilted her chin. Now that he could see her, really see her, the lassie was beautiful, more beautiful than the Irish morning sun shining on the damp meadows filled with purple northern-march orchids.
    She narrowed her doe eyes. “Like what you see, Captain?”
    Although she defied him with her strong voice, she trembled beneath him.
    “Aye, I do, lass. I do,” he whispered.
    He ran his finger down her cheek and a tear slid over it. “So, what now Captain?” The lass whispered.
    Her eyes glistened with pools of fear. 
    He breathed heav ily, his blood thumping through him. Her soft female scent him on fire. His cock hardened and he wanted her. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, not the whores, with their heavy flowery perfumes, hands all over him and coarse laughter. This one, she was vulnerable, at his mercy.
    The monster within him urged him to tear her clothes,