A Woman Made for Sin Read Online Free PDF
Author: Michele Sinclair
threat, Aimee immediately stopped fighting, but she could not stop her
racing heart. Don’t panic, Aimee, she told herself. Don’t panic. When they move you, wherever down below is, they will remove your gag
and you can tell them who you are. It was not ideal, but it was still possible that in less than an hour she would be
sitting across from Reece, trying to convince him not to kill her two kidnappers,
Peter and Gus.
The oars stopped and a minute later Aimee felt the small boat bang on the side of
a much larger object. She hoped it was Reece’s boat, the Sea Emerald .
Another minute went by when she heard a bunch of scuffling. Suddenly, one of her two
captors was leaning over her, pressing her farther down into the pinnace. It was then
that she heard a different voice, this time from far above.
“Petey, you should thank your sorry arse you showed up. Hurry up now and get aboard.
The boss wants to pull up anchor and leave—now.”
“Now?” Gus asked, punching Aimee’s leg as she tried to maneuver to a less painful
position.
“Yes, now,” the deep voice replied in hushed tones. “Seems that a few boats are leaving
on the morrow to catch the winds, and Captain Hamilton wants to beat them out of the
harbor. Remember last time we had to wait?”
“Aye, I remember,” Gus replied in a huff. “The cap’n was in a foul mood for days.
Fairly destroyed all of our leftover Christmas cheer.”
“Well, he’s going to be in a high dudgeon if he finds out you and Petey left the ship
so close to us pullin’ up anchor. Hurry and get up here.”
Aimee felt like this might be her last opportunity to stop this nightmare, and began
to kick and fight as best she could against the bindings. “He better be worth it,
Petey,” were the last words she heard before pain shot through her jaw and darkness
swallowed all thought.
Chapter 2
October 7, 1816
The Marquess of Chaselton sat behind his desk and quietly prepared himself for Millie’s
arrival. Though most peers and associates had shortened his title to Chase, his family
and close childhood friends whom he had known before he inherited his title called
him Charles. His wife had several names for him, depending on her mood, but his favorite
would always be Charlie, an old, and once despised, childhood name. It seemed whenever
she used it, he found himself agreeing to whatever desire flittered through her mind.
But not tonight , he promised himself. I refuse to be vulnerable to any form of persuasion. Whatever mess you have found
yourself in, Mildred, I will not get you out of it. This time, you will have to learn
your lesson.
The moment when Millie’s very dour but cherished maid, Elda Mae, had interrupted his
biweekly dinner with his shipping company’s investors, he had known something was
wrong and that Millie was at its center. Thankfully, the hour had been late and it
was possible for him to suggest that he and his business associates continue their
conversations during their next meeting. He had an uncomfortable feeling that it would
be best if no one learned of Millie’s indiscretion.
He drummed his fingers on his father’s old writing desk, repeating to himself the
need to remain calm and that he had known this moment had been coming for some time.
In fact, it was overdue, for he had been expecting Millie to become ensnared in some
uncomfortable predicament since the moment his sister and her other best friend arrived
in London for a visit. For more than two weeks, the Daring Three had been together,
chatting about whatever nonsense women do and going to see whatever women wanted to
see. And during the entire time, he had been awaiting news of a mishap.
Married for only a few short months, Chase recognized that the expectations of a wife
and marchioness would be foreign to Millie, and therefore he continually pressed upon
her the weight of her new responsibilities. He had hoped
racing heart. Don’t panic, Aimee, she told herself. Don’t panic. When they move you, wherever down below is, they will remove your gag
and you can tell them who you are. It was not ideal, but it was still possible that in less than an hour she would be
sitting across from Reece, trying to convince him not to kill her two kidnappers,
Peter and Gus.
The oars stopped and a minute later Aimee felt the small boat bang on the side of
a much larger object. She hoped it was Reece’s boat, the Sea Emerald .
Another minute went by when she heard a bunch of scuffling. Suddenly, one of her two
captors was leaning over her, pressing her farther down into the pinnace. It was then
that she heard a different voice, this time from far above.
“Petey, you should thank your sorry arse you showed up. Hurry up now and get aboard.
The boss wants to pull up anchor and leave—now.”
“Now?” Gus asked, punching Aimee’s leg as she tried to maneuver to a less painful
position.
“Yes, now,” the deep voice replied in hushed tones. “Seems that a few boats are leaving
on the morrow to catch the winds, and Captain Hamilton wants to beat them out of the
harbor. Remember last time we had to wait?”
“Aye, I remember,” Gus replied in a huff. “The cap’n was in a foul mood for days.
Fairly destroyed all of our leftover Christmas cheer.”
“Well, he’s going to be in a high dudgeon if he finds out you and Petey left the ship
so close to us pullin’ up anchor. Hurry and get up here.”
Aimee felt like this might be her last opportunity to stop this nightmare, and began
to kick and fight as best she could against the bindings. “He better be worth it,
Petey,” were the last words she heard before pain shot through her jaw and darkness
swallowed all thought.
Chapter 2
October 7, 1816
The Marquess of Chaselton sat behind his desk and quietly prepared himself for Millie’s
arrival. Though most peers and associates had shortened his title to Chase, his family
and close childhood friends whom he had known before he inherited his title called
him Charles. His wife had several names for him, depending on her mood, but his favorite
would always be Charlie, an old, and once despised, childhood name. It seemed whenever
she used it, he found himself agreeing to whatever desire flittered through her mind.
But not tonight , he promised himself. I refuse to be vulnerable to any form of persuasion. Whatever mess you have found
yourself in, Mildred, I will not get you out of it. This time, you will have to learn
your lesson.
The moment when Millie’s very dour but cherished maid, Elda Mae, had interrupted his
biweekly dinner with his shipping company’s investors, he had known something was
wrong and that Millie was at its center. Thankfully, the hour had been late and it
was possible for him to suggest that he and his business associates continue their
conversations during their next meeting. He had an uncomfortable feeling that it would
be best if no one learned of Millie’s indiscretion.
He drummed his fingers on his father’s old writing desk, repeating to himself the
need to remain calm and that he had known this moment had been coming for some time.
In fact, it was overdue, for he had been expecting Millie to become ensnared in some
uncomfortable predicament since the moment his sister and her other best friend arrived
in London for a visit. For more than two weeks, the Daring Three had been together,
chatting about whatever nonsense women do and going to see whatever women wanted to
see. And during the entire time, he had been awaiting news of a mishap.
Married for only a few short months, Chase recognized that the expectations of a wife
and marchioness would be foreign to Millie, and therefore he continually pressed upon
her the weight of her new responsibilities. He had hoped
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