Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The scent of Ivy's body wash lingered faintly after her shower. Frank hadn't been close to a woman in a long time, and this woman was someone he cared deeply for.

From the moment Frank pulled her onto the deck, drenched in seawater, her hair dripping, Ivy's fragile and pitiful appearance struck a chord deep inside him. Men were naturally protective of women who seemed vulnerable, and that protective instinct often transformed into affection.

Frank had been looking out for Ivy these past days precisely because he liked her. Now, with her soft body leaning against his, his muscles tightened involuntarily.

"Ivy, are you sure? Think carefully. If you're not willing, I won't take advantage of you," he said, his voice low and restrained.

"Frank, I... I'm willing," she whispered.

Before her words faded, Frank sealed her lips with his own.

That night was destined to be restless. Yet, as Ivy surrendered to the moment, her mind was filled with thoughts of Walsh. She called out his nagain and again.

Frank froze, realizing she already had someone in her heart.

Later, as Ivy curled up in his arms and fell into a deep sleep, their bodies damp with sweat, Frank clasped her fingers tightly. "Ivy, I'll protect you," he murmured.

He had already made up his mind-no matter what kind of past Ivy had, he would treat her well for the rest of their lives.

But when Ivy woke, her first words shattered his dream completely.

"Frank, I really don't want to stay on this ship anymore. I'm scared." "Ivy, I'll protect you. If you don't mind... would you marry me? I've always liked you. And after last night..." His voice trailed off, filled with hope.

Frank was, at his core, a traditional man. While he had been with women before, it was always transactional, with no emotions involved. But once he becphysically involved with someone, he felt a responsibility to take care of them. To him, Ivy was the woman he wanted to protect.

Ivy's expression shifted slightly. "Frank, I already have a boyfriend. I'm sorry. Last night... it was because of the drug. You're a good man. Let's just pretend nothing happened, okay?" Frank gripped the edge of the wooden bed tightly. His first confession of love had been rejected so bluntly.

"Ivy, I..." "We're both adults, Frank. You're not going to say you want to take responsibility for me, are you? I have a boyfriend. He's a good man, and I love him. I know what happened last night was unfair to him, but I didn't have a choice." "I won't tell anyone," Frank said after a moment of silence. That was all he could say. She already had someone in her heart. How could she ever feel the sway about him? He wasn't the kind of man who would take by force what didn't belong to him.

"Thank you, Frank. Now that Justin isn't on the ship, the pirates are all eyeinglike wolves. You can't protectforever. Please, Frank, I'm begging you, letleave," Ivy pleaded, clutching his hand.

Frank couldn't forget how her touch had set him alight the night before. How could he refuse her now? If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "I... I'll figure something out," he said finally, his voice heavy with resignation. He had to summon all his resolve to say those words.

Ivy's eyes filled with gratitude. Though the drug had played a role the night before, she had made a calculated choice. Frank was a kind man, but he was also obedient to Justin. If she simply begged him to let her leave, it would never work.

The only way to deal with someone like Frank was to make him feel guilty. After taking her body, he wouldn't be as decisive as before.

Her gamble paid off. Frank was her only hope of leaving the ship.

For days, Ivy didn't dare set foot outside, afraid the pirates would swarm her if she so much as stepped out. She had heard they would dock at a port that night for supplies and stay there until morning. Most of the men on board would disembark to find entertainment.

Frank decided that was the best tto help her escape. Once the pirates had mostly left the ship, he escorted Ivy to the shore.

For the first tin a month, Ivy set foot on land. She breathed in the air of solid ground and felt an overwhelming sense of relief. "I've finally left that ship," she said, her voice trembling.

The feeling reminded her of Aurora's first steps on land-grateful and deeply moved. There was nothing like the sensation of standing firmly on solid ground.

Frank, however, couldn't share her joy. He watched her excited face with a heavy heart. "Ivy, I'm sorry. I can't take you home." "Frank, you've already done so much for me. If it weren't for you, I'd have died at sea. I wouldn't have had the chance to leave the ship. Frank, you're my savior. I'll never forget you," Ivy said earnestly, her gratitude evident.

"Ivy, here's smoney. It should be enough to get you home. You can't buy a plane ticket, so you'll likely need to take several buses," Frank explained.

The port was a chaotic town at the intersection of several countries, teeming with people of all kinds. It was precisely this lawlessness that made it a safe place for pirates to linger.

"It's fine, Frank. You've already done so much," Ivy replied.

"This place is dangerous. I'll arrange for someone I trust to take you to Lorvale. From there you can hire a From private car to take you the rest of the way. I'm worried about you traveling alone here," Frank insisted. "Thank you, Frank," Ivy said, agreeing to his plan. She didn't know the area and didn't want to risk running into trouble.

"Let's go." Frank took her hand and led her into the dimly lit town. Ivy glanced at the rugged man beside and m her, with his scruffy beard e upkemptothes. He wasn't repulsive to her at all. In fact, his hand in hers gave her a strange sense of security. Frank found someone he trusted and gave them strict instructions to take good care of Ivy. He even paid for her transportation. Ivy held onto the $10,000 Frank had given her. Private cars were expensive, especially for the long journey from Lorvale to Clothville.

"Frank, I'm leaving now," Ivy said, her voice tinged with reluctance. Over the past month, om for her rank had done so much for her. She wasn't ungrateful-she would always remember the kindness of those who helped her. "Be careful. Letknow when you get home," Frank said, handing her a small piece of paper with his phone number on it.

Ivy took the note and nodded. "Frank, thank you so much for everything." "Ivy... can I hug you?" Frank asked, his face filled with sorrow.

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