Page 24 of Sinful Promise

The hotel room is not what I expected. It’s a dive, even by my standards.

“Let me grab my shit out of the bathroom, and you can use it,” Roman states.

I stand uncertainly in the middle of the room. What have I gotten myself into?

10

ROMAN

We enter the hotel room, and I go into the bathroom to retrieve my stuff, a shaving kit and a few personal items. We travel light.

When I come back out, Dasha is still standing . She seems scared and tense. Probably has a million worst-case scenarios running through her mind.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” I tell her. “I’m a man of my word. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. We’re just making a quick stop. Use the bathroom—we’re flying out soon.”

“Flying? Where are you taking me?”

“You look like you can use a vacation. Am I wrong?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

“No, but…”

Her hesitation makes me wonder if she’s been mistreated. I’m suddenly distracted by her perfectly rounded breasts rising and falling with each breath. I long to pull off her T-shirt, unclasp her bra and let her mounds tumble into my hands. She may be young and naïve, but there’s a temptress in there, itching to be unleashed. I’m sure of it.

As far as I’m concerned, having her is a stroke of luck, an opportunity too good to pass up. I can’t help but smile. Alex feared I’d start a war. Instead, I’m rescuing a woman in distress. If she really belongs to Ratmim, he’ll come looking for her. It’s best if we hightail it to the yacht.

She slips past me and goes inside the bathroom. As soon as the door shuts, I nod at Alex, and he kneels and pulls a gun case from under the bed, then another and another. He steps back outside and stows the weapons in the trunk of the car as I hold vigil at the bathroom door. Dasha doesn't need to know about the weapons. She might panic.

I don’t blame her. Hell, I would, too.

The guns secure in the car, Alex lights a cigarette and smokes outside while I grab our bags and throw them in the trunk. As I’m shutting the trunk, Dasha emerges from the bathroom and joins us. Taking the bag with her ugly, ill-fitting wedding dress off the back seat, I toss it in the parking lot dumpster. It lands in the container with a satisfying thud. Any evidence that we were here will never be found. We had fake IDs coming in Belarus and have remained off cameras.

“Get in. We have a long way to go,” I say, opening the car door.

“Where are we going?” Dasha asks.

I join her in the back seat. “Where do you want to go?”

“There are so many places. Anywhere.”

“Do you like the water? Here’s the plan. We’re going to drive into Russia. From there, we’ll catch a plane and board a yacht. I think the sea air will be relaxing.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been. What’s it like?”

“I think you’ll love it.”

“I don’t have any money,” she says. “I can’t go home.”

“That’s fine. I have more than enough money, and I can get you away from here.”

“But will I be able to leave once we reach a destination?”

Her voice is pensive, and there’s something in her sadness that enhances her natural beauty. Her alabaster skin and emerald eyes take my breath away. I don’t want to break her spirit. I’m impressed with and intrigued by Dasha. She’s definitely not like any woman I’ve met before, but that doesn’t mean I’m falling in love. Not a chance. Instead, she’s going to fall in love with me. I want Ratmim to know for the rest of his life that his wife was with me first.

Nothing could be more fitting for that arrogant prick. Exacting my revenge will be sweet. I’ll sink my cock in her and enjoy every minute of it.

Alex starts the car.

“What about Alex?” she asks. “Is he going with us on the yacht?”

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