Semua Bab Love At Sea: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

Time inside this suite becomes something viscous and cruel.Minutes stretch like hours. I no longer know if thirty minutes or three hours have passed since the door closed with that final click. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 23:47, but the black sea beyond the panoramic windows offers no clues. Only the constant rocking of the Noel Imperial reminds me that we are in the open ocean, far from everything and everyone.My wrists burn against the black silk. The skin is already reddened, hot, and sensitive. I stopped pulling on the ropes a while ago—every attempt only makes the pain and humiliation worse. Now I just breathe, naked, exposed, my body still vibrating with the arousal they deliberately ignited and then abandoned.The air conditioning blows cold over my damp skin. My nipples remain hard, almost painful, rubbing against the satin sheet with every movement of the ship. Between my legs, the throbbing is constant, pulsing, and unbearable. I squeeze my thighs together ti

The Caribbean sun beats down on my face as we walk along the main deck. The black silk robe Zion gave me barely hides what happened in the last few hours. My wrists are still marked, red beneath the wide sleeves. Every step reminds me that I’m here against my will… and, at the same time, that I didn’t try to run when I had the chance.Zion walks on my right, his possessive hand on my waist. Luka was on my left, fingers intertwined with mine. Elias follows close behind, like a protective shadow. They won’t let me get even half a meter away.“You’re too quiet,” Luka murmurs, squeezing my hand. “It scares me.”“I’m thinking about how I’m going to kill all three of you once I get off this ship,” I reply, without looking at him.Zion chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against my body.“Still angry? Good. I prefer you furious to pretending to be indifferent.”We pass couples and families enjoying the sunny day. Some people recognize Zion and try to approach, but Elias simply blocks the way

“The rule tonight is simple,” he murmured. “You see nothing. You control nothing. You only feel. And you don’t come until you beg.”Without sight, my other senses went into hyperdrive. The smell of whiskey, sandalwood, and masculine sweat. The sound of breathing. But the touch… the touch destroyed me.Zion’s mouth descended to my neck, teeth grazing, sucking, and marking territory. Luka’s hands slid along my ribs, descending torturously to my hips. Elias kept my arms pinned, but his free hand played with my nipple, pinching and rolling until I released an involuntary moan.“So sensitive,” Luka whispered, the cold of a ring grazing the inside of my thigh. “You spent years locking this woman away inside yourself.”His fingers found my core. I was already soaked. The betray

Note: Hi, my loves, just to let you know that I changed Elias Voss's last name to Elias Sullivan.Elias Sullivan makes no noise when he enters a room.It is simply something he is, as if the space silently reorganizes itself around his presence. You only realize he’s there when it’s already too late to prepare yourself.I wake at four in the morning with exactly that certainty.There is no sound. There is no movement. But I know, before I even open my eyes, that Elias is in the room. I feel him the way you feel a change in atmospheric pressure—something fundamental in the air that shifts in quality.Zion and Luka are not in the bed. Only me, the tangled sheets, and the gravitational presence of Elias.I open my eyes slowly.He is seated in the leather armchair near the panoramic window, elbows on his knees, hands clasped between his open legs. He isn’t watching me &mdas