My eyes open slowly, heavily, as if the whole world were submerged in dark molasses. The first thing I feel is the gentle rocking—not of a car, nor of an ordinary bed. It’s the constant, deep motion of something large slicing through the sea. The scent of salt, varnished wood, and expensive luxury fills my nostrils.Then comes the pain in my wrists.Black silk ropes, soft but merciless, bind my arms above my head, tied to the headboard of an absurdly luxurious king-size bed. My legs are free, but the weight of a satin sheet barely covers my nudity. Someone stripped me. Someone brought me here.My heart races when reality hits me like a punch to the stomach.I’m on a cruise ship. In the open sea. And not by my own choice.“Good evening, Princess," Zion’s voice cuts through the air, low, husky, and laced with dark satisfaction.He’s sitting in the armchair beside the bed, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, watching me like a wolf that has finally caught the prey it’s been hunting
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