Page 79 of Sinful Promise

“I’m good.”

I lay back on the padded table, and he puts something under my knees to relieve the pressure on my lower back, arranging the sheet to cover my torso.

“Close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. Inhale deeply, hold it, and exhale slowly. I will start with a light massage. If the pressure is too much, let me know.”

“Fine.”

He puts oil on his hands, then rubs them together. He touches my shoulders and runs his hands down my arms. I close my eyes. If I imagine it’s Roman, I’ll get turned on. I shift my thoughts, remembering watching the stars at night from our deck. The masseur moves to my legs. When he gets to my calves, he remarks that they’re tight. It must be from walking up and down steps daily or the gym.

“I’ll have you turn over in a minute so I can work on your back,” he murmurs.

Suddenly, I hear a large bang and sit bolt upright in time to see the door hit the wall for the second time.

“What is going on it here?” Roman is standing in the doorway. His eyes narrow on me. He is pissed.

“What? We’re all getting massages,” I say in my defense as the masseur cowers in a corner with his hands clasped in front of him. His eyes are fixed on the floor, and he is shaking.

“No man touches you, Dasha. No one. Do I make myself clear?”

“It’s not sexual, Roman. Are you going to dictate every moment of my life? I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“I said no one touches you,” he repeats, and from his scowl, I know he’s not going to let this go.

“Fine. Have it your way.” I clutch the sheet around me and hop off the table. Walking like a geisha in the sheet, I grab my wet swimsuit and storm past him.

“I am the only man who will touch you,” he says, following on my heels.

“How did you know where I was?”

“I know everything that happens on this vessel and in your life. Get used to it.”

“You think you can always tell me what to do?”

I wish I could run, but the sheet is wrapped around me like a mummy. When we get to our cabin, I head straight to the bathroom and toss my suit on the shower floor.

“My rules are meant to keep you safe.” His voice is lower, but he hasn’t calmed down. “Don’t you understand? I love you. I need to know you are safe all the time.”

“And what are you going to do after Andrian is gone? Make up some other excuse to keep me locked up?”

“It’s for your protection.”

Wait.He said he loved me.

“Well, when this ordeal is over, there will be some modifications to your rules. I’ll wear a watch so you’ll know where I am, but I won’t have you barging into my personal space and embarrassing me like that again. That poor man was terrified.”

“I’ll apologize to him.”

Satisfied, I nod and drop the sheet. I need to find something suitable to wear to the gym.

He grabs my wrists, pulls me close, and crushes his lips to mine.

“I was so jealous seeing his hands on you.”

“I appreciate your protection, but he’s harmless.”

“That’s not the point. You are mine, and I will see to all your needs.”

His cock is hard against my naked flesh.

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