He's been storming around this boat like a general for the past week. Good for him. I refuse to let him off that easy. He may use my body against me but I won't give him my words. It's killing him I know, the high and mighty Hank Mancini, to know that he can't break me and I'm having a grand ole time making him pay.
"Cierra it's time to eat." I made a face but didn't answer. My throat was going raw from disuse. I don't think I've said two words since we boarded back in New York, not even to ask where we were going. When we made love I bit my tongue to keep the cries of pleasure at bay, though the diabolical fiend always won that fight.
I wanted him to suffer, to feel the pain he'd put me through and this was the only way I knew how. My stupid heart might have softened but I'll be damned
