Page 31 of Sail Me to Ruin
“I think you’re great, Blaise. Our time has been eye-opening to know that I can find a spark in life again on my own time. But I don’t want to be owned in the way you did today. Yes, that was hot, but I can’t help it if you view someone doing their job as flirting. I am not a possession to own. I am a person with feelings. I’d love for us to fall for each other but,” my voice gets softer as I push all the words out before I take them back, “I’m not sure I want your idea of love.”
He looks like I just shot the family dog and it breaks my heart.
“The only difference between devotion and obsession is whether you call it ruin or love. Owning you is my devotion, not obsession. Tell me, what does love look like to you? A white picket fence…” He slowly trails his fingers from my ankle to inner thigh, rubbing circles. “Gentle kisses, maybe?”
Slowly, he begins to grip my thigh hard, pulling a gasp from my throat. In a defensive move, I try to close my legs, but he grabs my other thigh and pulls them apart. The room gets at least ten degrees hotter, and I feel flush.
His hand slides higher. His fingers skim the lace of my panties.
“See how wet you are? You’re a pretty little Storm, Elodie. You wreck things, and you ruined me. You like the ideas of obsession and possession; you’re just scared.Youown me. So don’t try to run from the mess you’ve made now.” Sliding his fingers under the lace, he sinks two fingers into me, rubbing them against my sweet spot. I moan, and his fingers pick up the pace and he comes closer, angling his body over mine.
“I’m owning you right now, and you’re not scared. You’re dripping. So I want you to cum for me, lose yourself to me. Ruin me with all those fucking delicious sounds you make.”
My eyes roll back as he keeps hitting that sweet spot.
Without a shadow of a doubt, I’m losing the battle against giving us a chance. If this is what possession looks like, what's wrong with that?
What’s wrong with craving to be wanted?
His fingers take me higher and higher and I break. All the oxygen leaves my lungs as my lips part, and stars light up behind my eyes. My legs shake as I come down, and he works me through the orgasm, milking every drop before pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.
If I could see myself, I know I’d be beet red.
Blaise grins at me, unable to stop. “Tell me you’ll give me a chance, baby. Say yes.”
He kisses me gently.
“I’m sure I’ll regret this, but yes. I’m willing to give this a shot, Blaise.”
He helps me sit up and pulls me to his chest, cradling me in his arms. We lie there in silence, soaking up the time before food comes.
Maybe ten minutes later, a knock on the door sounds for food and he gets up to get the trays.
We eat mostly in silence because the food is so delicious I never wanna put it down.
“This was absolutely amazing! I can’t believe I've never had that before. The sauce was just as you said. The more the better. I think your brother and mom are wrong.”
He chuckles and I realize how late it is and Jade is probably worried sick.
“Hey, I have to run, if that’s okay? We can soak up tomorrow before the ship docks if that sounds good? I haven’t seen Jade since we were in Mexico and I’m sure she’s worried sick.”
His face scrunches up as if he smelled something bad at the mention of Jade’s name, but agrees. “Go check in. I’ll be here if you want to come back later or in the morning.”
“Deal!”
We kiss in the doorway a bit longer before I finally head back to my room.
The moment I’m back at my suite, all hell breaks loose.
I’m greeted by the sight of a panicked Jade screaming, “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?”
Startled, my hands fly to my chest.
“Babe, calm down, you weren’t here so I went and had dinner with Blaise. It’s no big deal. We’re gonna hang out tomorrow ondeck to soak up the last bit of this cruise all together. Margs are calling our names one last time!”
“No, Elodie, you can’t see him again.” She crosses the room, holding my hands with hers. “Babe, listen to me. He’s dangerous. I think—no, Iknow—he killed Rafael. He was jealous. I saw him walking back to the boat with Knox. He threw away a bloody shirt into the trash and was talking about ‘good riddance,’ right after Knox said ‘good bye fishy boy!’ Plus, the one other person who went missing on this cruise is the guy who flirted with you the first night we were here. I just know it. He killed them both. You need to steer clear of him and pray he doesn’t get us next!”
Her eyes dart around the room as if he’s some boogie man.
