Rollo turned out the front door and disappeared from view. Zoe let out a long, ragged breath. The sight of the knife that had terrified her. What Dima had done to her had hurt her more than she even realized. Rollo came back a few moments later with a bowl full of fresh meat. He set the bowl on the kitchen table while he stoked up the fire. He then put venison on roasting skewers and set them above the flames. The smell of cooking meat filled the cabin and Zoe’s mouth watered.
Now that the sun was up, she was beginning to realize how exhausted she really was. Some breakfast and sleep sounded like exactly what she needed right now. But how could she let her guard down when she knew that Dima was waiting for her?
She was being held here by someone she did not want Dima to find out about. She had to get away from Rollo, take the jewels to Dimitri, and then skip town as fast as possible. It was the only way to keep either of them safe.
As the meat cooked, Rollo walked over to Zoe and looked at her naked body.
“You’re dirty,” he said. “I’ll wash you before we sleep.”
“I don’t want you to touch me,” she said, dreading the idea of his wet soapy hands all over her skin.
“I’m not trying to molest you,” he said. “I just want to keep you safe and comfortable.”
“If you want to keep me safe, then let me go,” she reasoned.
Rollo pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes closed. “I’ll go get some water,” he said.
Rollo went outside and came back with a bucket of water that he heated with a hot steel rod that had been in the fireplace. He dropped a few soap flakes in the bucket and plunged a natural sea sponge into the water. He knelt in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her curves. He looked up at her face, his expression tense. Then he swept the soapy sponge over her shoulder, bringing it down her arm.
“Do those ropes hurt?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” she said.
He plunged the sponge into the water again, wrung it out, and washed from her breast down her stomach.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to keep you tied up like this. I just need answers, Zoe. Tell me about your involvement with Dimitri Ivanov.”
“He was my boyfriend,” she said. “The level of jealousy you are displaying right now is really psychotic.”
Rollo rolled his eyes and continued sweeping the sponge over her body. He dipped it between her legs and pulled it down her thigh. Every sweep of his hand over her body was like liquid magic.
Her clit swelled, tight and painful between her legs, begging to be touched. Every movement of his hand, even over innocuous places like her calves or the tops of her feet electrified her desire to such intensity, her nipples tightened and pointed into steel divots.
She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, growling. He could smell her arousal. Why didn’t he just take her? But Rollo Morris was too much of a gentleman to take this game to the next level. Damn him.
“I know he wasn’t just your boyfriend. I know you didn’t steal these jewels for yourself. Cut the shit, Zoe,” he said, standing up to quickly wash himself of the dirt streaked over his skin.
He grabbed a towel and hastily dried them both off before going to the fireplace and removing the now roasted venison from the roasting skewers. He placed them on plates and set them at the table before pulling his boxers back on. Zoe craned her neck to look behind at what Rollo was doing at the table.
“How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied up?” she asked.
Rollo walked over with the terrifying buck knife and sliced the ropes binding her wrists to the chair. She brought them away as the ropes fell to the ground, gripping the aching flesh of her wrists. She pulled her panties and bra off the floor, and walked over to sit across from Rollo at the table.
She picked up a steak knife and fork and sliced a bite of venison before popping it in her mouth. Rollo had filled two glasses with fresh spring water, and she took a long drink from the ancient glass cup. She hadn’t had such earthy food in so long. Her jaguar reveled in the taste of fresh meat and cool water fresh from the ground.
“It’s not the Ritz, but it’ll keep your belly full,” he said, taking a bite himself.
After they finished their steaks, Rollo tied Zoe up to the bed. He went outside to harvest the rest of the meat and dispose of the carcass while Zoe remained in the cabin with both of her hands tied up behind her head to the headboard of the bed.
If Rollo didn’t think he was currently involved in some kind of kink fest, then he must have a screw loose, in Zoe’s opinion. She couldn’t help wanting him to come back and ravage her in every way possible. His willpower was better than hers, that was clear.
When he returned to the cabin, the smell of blood lingered in the air but his hands and body were clean. He closed the door and walked over to the bed, climbing in beside her.
“Am I really supposed to sleep like this?” she said, rattling her arms against the headboard.
“I could just keep you awake all day,” he said to her with his back turned.