Fifty eight

CELINE HERRERA POV

I stretched out my hand, presenting to him my wrist, and watched as he pushed the looped rope through my hand to my wrist, and then pulled at it sharply. I let out a sharp gasp as the rope tightened, my gaze jumping to those of Belshar's intense ones.

"Now let's get you cleaned up; your hair is a mess," he said, carried me up, and went into the bathroom. He gently dropped me into the bathtub that had already been filled up, the water warm and soothing against my cold skin, and I stared at him; because of everything I expected, this was not it. What was he up to? What was he going to do?

I watched, my mouth going dry as he started to undress, the ripple of his muscle as he took off each piece of clothing mesmerizing, and when he undid his belt and tugged down his pants, I looked away, heat flooding my cheek because even though I had turned my head, I'd gotten a glimpse of just how big he was, and how hard, and how beautiful.

"Stop it," I blurted out, then raised m