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submit to filthy pirates.”
    “Privateer, Sister, privateer. Sanctioned by the queen of England and sailing under the English flag. Why didn’t you kill yourself?” he asked curiously.
    Luca’s chin rose a fraction, and her dark eyes glowed with defiance. “I did not want to die.” She answered in English, not flawlessly, but with a charming accent. “I want to live.”
    He respected her honesty but little else. “You are an enigma, Sister. Your pretense of innocence does not impress me, for beneath those religious trappings lies a body ripe for bedding. Your earthy sensuality belies your piety. Your dark eyes smolder with fire and zest for fife, and your beauty would tempt the Devil himself.”
    “I’ve heard that El Diablo is the Devil,” Luca dared to say.
    Morgan threw back his head and gave a bark of laughter. “There are few who would dispute that.” The hellish gleam in his eyes pierced through the armor of her nun’s robes.
    He pushed himself away from the door, narrowing the space between them. She retreated, until the backs other knees came in contact with the bunk. Morgan kept on coming, until he stood scant inches in front of her, a lazy smile stretching his generous lips, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. Intrigued by the smooth olive tones of her skin, he reached out and slid the back of a callused finger down her cheek, amazed at the satiny texture. Boldly his finger continued downward, coming to rest where her flesh disappeared beneath her neck-cloth.
    Luca exhaled sharply, fearing what he would do next, yet breathlessly excited by his casual caress. “Don’t!”
    Morgan went still. “Don’t? You are my captive, Sister. I can do what I please with you. You are worthless to me as a hostage, you said so yourself. Who would ransom a penniless nun?”
    “You could set me ashore on the nearest landfall. I will find my way back home somehow.”
    “You couldn’t survive if I turned you loose. By your own admission you know nothing of the world outside your convent. I will think on what I will do with you.”
    To Luca his words were easy, deceptively calm, deliberate. He appeared a man whose soul and emotions were under such rigid control they seemed encased in glacial ice. Had she known what Morgan was really feeling she would have been stunned.
    For the first time in years Morgan felt oddly lost and confused. Never had anything like this occurred. He’d always been in control, knew exactly what he must do in any situation. Finding himself adrift in a pair of dark, smoldering eyes was a new experience. Though his hatred for the Spanish had not diminished, Morgan balked at turning the young nun over to his men for sport, or setting her free to be used by others even more cruel than his own crew. Nor did he feel the urge to harm the little saint himself. Indeed, the urges consuming him were far from protective. He actually felt desire for the woman, despite her religious calling and apparent innocence.
    Never had another man looked at Luca like Morgan Scott dared to do. Indeed, she had seen few men at the convent, but she did recognize danger when she encountered it. And dangerous was precisely the word to describe the look in Morgan’s blue eyes. She stared back at him, too innocent to realize what her sultry gaze was doing to him. Before she knew what was happening, he curled his fingers around her neck and dragged her against him.
    Luca cried out in alarm when she felt the searing heat of Morgan’s lips against hers and the wet slide of his tongue tasting her. The act was so blatantly intimate that she reared back in shock, covering her mouth with her trembling hand. It was her first kiss ever, and she felt a melting heat burst inside her, igniting some corner of herself that had remained untouched by human emotions. She felt vulnerable and fragile and… frightened. So very frightened. Did Morgan Scott intend to ravish her? Her answer became clear when his hands moved down her back to