Bab 43: Chapter 43

Her words froze him, and a sudden rage took hold, a jealousy driven anger that saw him whirling and in a rapid motion, pinning her to the bed. His heavy weight held her down while his hands manacled themselves around her wrists.

"You. Will. Not," he growled enunciating each word lest he shout. "Ask anyone else to serve you in that way. Not while I'm on board."

"So if I have need, you will service me?" She looked angry when she said it. He didn't understand why. He'd given her pleasure and not expected anything in return. He would give her ecstasy again if she asked, even if it was liable to kill him. How easy it would be to let her touch him, to slide himself into her body and lose himself. And that was what he feared most.

Yet, despite that, he couldn't bear the idea of her going to another. "Yes, I will pleasure you, dammit, while we're on the ship." Now would be a good time for starters.

"And once we're not? I assume I am free to seek out another."