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Chapter Nineteen
Somehow, I managedto leave Jolie alone.
Though having her so close was torture, I knew us having sex only complicated things. I figured she was having the same thoughts, as she seemed to deliberately avoid me—which took some effort considering the size of the boat—and she hadn’t thrown herself at me again.
When the sun started to go down, casting a fiery glow across the water, I cooked us a simple meal of ravioli. I was pleased to see Jolie eat, even if she did carry her plate away from me to sit on deck and eat alone. The seasickness must have passed, and I hoped the ginger had helped. As long as the ocean remained calm, she should be fine for the rest of the journey.
Later that evening, Jolie found a pack of cards, and instead of inviting me to join in, she sat by herself at the table and played solitaire. I knew the only reason she wasn’t hiding away below deck was because of the seasickness, but she was clearly trying to avoid me. I understood her reasons, but that didn’t stop me being filled with doubt and regret.
Was I doing the right thing?
Every time the thought crept into my head, I pushed it away. I’d never experienced this doubt before. Even when I’d been planning to kidnap Jolie, I’d never once wondered if it was the right thing to do. I’d known it hadn’t been right in that sense of the word, but I’d always known it was what I wanted—revenge on her father.
Unless it had never been about the revenge,an annoying voice whispered in my head, and all about getting the girl.
No, this was a new thing. Okay, so maybe I had stalked her over the years, making sure she didn’t do anything that would put my plan in jeopardy, such as moving abroad, but it had always been about the revenge, not about her. She was merely a pawn and still was, and I’d do well to remember that.
Night fell, and Jolie left her card game and went below deck. I assumed it was to go to bed in the cabin she’d chosen, but then she reappeared, the blankets and pillows stuffed under her arm.
“I’m going to sleep up here, if that’s okay.” It was the most she’d said to me in hours.
She must have been worried about getting seasick again. Suspicion rose up inside me. Unless she hoped I’d decide to sleep in the cabin, and then she’d use the opportunity to tamper with the boat, divert course, maybe, or even try to use the radio to call for help.
I couldn’t leave her up here if she was going to have free access to everything, but I wasn’t going to force her down into the cabin to spend the night sick either. One thing about boats was that there was always plenty of rope available.
“That’s fine,” I told her. “But I’ll be tying you up.”
A scowl crossed her face. “We’re in the middle of the ocean. What the hell do you think I’m going to do while I’m asleep?”
“It’s more what you might do while I’m asleep that concerns me.”
Her lower lip jutted out in a pout, and I wanted to bite it. “I told you I’ll cooperate.”
“Good. Then you’ll cooperate by letting me tie you up.”
Her scowl deepened. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know it isn’t, and I couldn’t really care less. Either you let me tie you up, so you can sleep up here, or else I lock you into one of the cabins downstairs.”
She hesitated, looking as though she was considering fighting me about it, but then she shoved both her wrists out toward me. “Fine.”
“Wait there.”
I went down to the engine room to locate a coil of rope. The room was dark, and hot, and loud, and it took me a minute to find something suitable. But then I spotted a coil that looked to be a good length and thickness, and carried it back up on deck where Jolie was waiting for me.
“Lie down on the couch. I’ll tie you to the unit beside it.” Everything was built in, so she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Jolie did as I instructed, wriggling down to lie on her side on the couch, and then put out both hands. I wound the rope I’d taken from the engine room around both wrists, and then around the metal pole which attached the unit to the floor. I pulled tight, making sure the knots weren’t going to come loose or that she’d be able to squirm out of them. She glared at me with hatred in her eyes, and I did my best to ignore it. It was better that she hated me. At least then she wouldn’t be dropping to her knees in front of me and sucking my cock.
Blood flowed to my dick at the thought, and I shut my eyes briefly, trying to dispel the image. She was tied up now, and thinking of her in that way was a very bad idea. Especially with the way she was tied with her hands over her head, making her breasts lift even higher beneath the flimsy material of her dress. She still wasn’t wearing a bra, and all it would take was for me to undo the tie at the back of her neck, and the whole front of the dress would fall down.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she growled.
I blinked. “Like what?”
“Like you’re thinking about what I’d look like tied up and naked.”
Fuck, hearing the words coming from her mouth made me hard.
