A rough night spent sleepless in his lonely room left Eduard little else to do but stare into the darkness and think. His body ached as if unsatisfied with his earlier release, and his mind refused to stop turning over Reza’s every touch, every breath, every word. I don’t believe you. What could he possibly say or do to convince the man otherwise? To prove that the time spent between their last kiss on board the Prins Nicolaas and the moment he had seen Reza again in the drawing room was nothing but wasted hours amid selfish pursuits? There were as many as ten healthy men in Eduard’s employ whom he could summon to his chambers, who would gladly dip their hard c***s between his buttocks at but a glance or a word or the promise of money. Yet he slept alone because he wanted none but the one
