After ensuring no one is paying attention, Sigvid pushes her toward the tavern's back door and wrenches it open to find the place empty. With a final check over his shoulder, he shoves her inside, moving his grip from her mouth to the back of her neck. He walks her to the bar, tossing her back against the counter, evoking an “oof” from Avina.
“What are you going to do, Sigvid?” She taunts, shoving against his chest. “All you care about is yourself! I am your mere prize from the Arena. Remember? You conquered the Timber Queen, aren’t you happy? Aren’t you proud?” She shrieks. “We have reached the end of this messed up relationship. No more teasing. No more threats. I need to grow up and be the Queen Treland expects of me. I am no longer your whore.”
Her hands curl into fists when she finally stops speaking. Sobs wreck her chest as they stare down one another.
“Am I supposed to let you go?” He growls.
“Yes.”
Her words sear his cheeks as if she has struck him with all her might. He closes the distance between them, clutching her neck in a viciousgrip, relishing the hitch in her pulse as her heart pounds beneath her skin like prey caught in the grips of a predator.
“Let us understand one thing, shall we?” He hisses, spraying her face in spittle. “You are mine. You always have, and you always will be.” His eyes are wild with a fury beyond anything he has known.
You are my woman, not Thrain’s! You cannot leave me like this, Avina. The gods made your soul and mind for me and me alone, and I will be damned if anyone steals you from me.
Growls reverberate through his chest.She meets him with burning defiance and a softer emotion filled with pain. He spins her body around to better bend her over and slaps her ass.
Hard.
Her mewls he rips from her lips should fuel him with an inferno to devour her body whole. Instead, all he feels is his icy anger toward the one person in this entire existence he should wish to spend every waking moment beside.
He gathers her dress to her waist. “Did you forget, whore? Did you mis-fucking-remember who owns this?” He seizes the apex between her legs in a sudden, unrelenting grasp that has her crying.
“Cry! Cry for me, Avina!”
“This endeavor is pointless.” Her voice strains as if she does not believe her own words.
And neither does he.
Sigvid will write on her behalf and lead the damned Timber army against Thrain. Fuck, he will raise the Drengr army and take on all of fucking Treland.
All for her. Because it has always been about her.
He removes his stiff cock from his trousers to rub his head of precum between her thighs. Sigvid takes a handful of her golden hair, yanking her head back so he can look into her lovely face.
His eyes and chest burn as he beholdshiswoman. Avina is his equal when no man, woman, or god has ever come close.
“With every touch, your body betrays your longing.” He slides two fingers into her soft flesh, relishing the little moans. “Look at that. I knew youwanted me.”
He forces his member inside her pussy, feeling her soft walls flex against his shaft, pulling him deeper.
Binding her wrists in one hand, he yanks her arms behind her back. Sinking his free hand into her curls, he pulls her soft hair at the base of her neck until she screams. With a steady rhythm of his pounding pelvis, he leans over her back to bite around the shell of her ear.
“You are my filthy fucking slut, Avina. I will not allow you to go so easily.” He grinds down on his teeth when his trembling lips threaten his vulnerability.
He wrecks her from behind. Each thrust represents the unsteady ground on which he now walks. At any moment, Thrain can rip her away. Sigvid growls deep in her ear over her wanton grunts.
He wants this to fucking hurt.
She cannot marry him. That fucking asshole thinks he can take her from me? Fuck you, Thrain! You will not take the only part of my life I will kill to keep. Father took my throne long ago. Let me have Avina!
Sigvid withdraws from her cunt, his shaft slick from her wetness. In a swift move, he flips her to her back. The tops of those beautiful, heavy breasts heave from his brief assault on her cunt. Her body convulses in aftershocks.
We have barely begun.
She dives to the side, stumbling over her feet when his dagger unsheaths from his hip. His blade tickles her neck, halting her steps.
“By now, you should know I will take you the hard way,Highness.” He shoves his two fingers, covered in her arousal, into her mouth. His cock twitches at her hollowing cheeks, sucking on his command.
