Page 39 of Sinful Promise

We catch up on the past six months, and Irina leaves to check on dolphins swimming alongside the boat. When she returns, Dasha is behind her.

The women will get along, and Irina’s loyalty is to me. It’s not a bad idea to have another hand on deck. My eyes follow Dasha when no one is looking, and my pulse races when she sits next to me. I remember her in the shower and know that I can’t delay the inevitable.

I will dazzle her with a fun afternoon, then a private dinner, just the two of us. The night will be clear enough to gaze at the stars. How difficult can it be to fuck a willing captive?

After brunch, we retire to our room to change for the trip.

“You know, Ratmim will eventually find me,” she states. Is it fear in her voice or concern?

“I know. I’ll be ready. Tell me, what is he like?”

I slip out of my shoes and watch her face for details that are left unspoken.

“He’s coldhearted, has no regard for women, and might have killed people.”

“On his own or for someone else?”

“Both, but I’m not sure. I’m not in the loop on the details. He goes into Russia frequently and other countries.”

She slips her shoes off and sits on the bed, wringing her hands.

“You’ll need a one-piece swimsuit. And a cover to wear over it to keep the sun off. The sun and sea will tire you out. I’m glad you had a nap,” I add as I enter my closet. I’m learning about Ratmim, but what details is she not sharing? That’s the larger question looming in my head. Dmitry is running the license plates.

I strip, removing my jeans and shirt in favor of swim trunks and a dry-fit swim shirt. I find sunglasses and put my boat shoes back on.

We meet in the middle of the spacious room. The swimsuit fits her well, and I can make out her figure underneath it. I groan. I’d love to throw her on the bed and thrust my cock in her. I wonder why she was so willing to bed me earlier. Does she think I will let her go if she complies?

“Do you have a family?” she asks.

“Yes, two brothers. A mother. You?”

“Brothers and my father.”

“Are they friends with Ratmim’s sons?”

“Not really.” However, she’s a terrible liar.

“I assume your last name is fake. Is your first name fake as well?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Why not unless you have something to hide? You don’t want to marry Ratmim. Why not sell him out? It’s better for you to be on our side—he stole weapons from me. I can’t let it go. Nor should I be expected to forgive him.”

“I know the penalty for that is death. Are you going to kill him?” Her eyes have an unexplained look of concern. Why does she seem to care if she doesn’t want to marry the man, and he’s such a pig?

“I’m not sure he can make restitution.”

“Not sure how that would work,” she murmurs.

“Me, either.” We both understand that neither of us will back down. And the truth is, neither of us can blink. To concede is a sign of weakness.

“Well, let’s not worry over it now,” I add to break the intense vibe. “We can share the day, no?”

“Yes,” she replies, clearly relieved that the question-and-answer session is over.

We make our way to the bottom of the yacht, and one of my men pulls the boat up. We embark, and I notice a cooler. I’m sure it is filled with drinks. We have towels and sunscreen. I sit next to Alex in the front, and our guard is in the back with the women.

Alex floors it, and I hear Dasha let out a scream of excitement. I look back. Her eyes are wide, but she has the largest grin on her face. I’m happy she’s capable of such excitement, as I want her screaming my name when I make her come for the first time.

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