“What are we doing in here?” Her voice echoes off the rafters.
He leads her to the throne at the end of the cold hearth.
“This is my father’s throne. Six kings have sat in this seat, and if you look to the back, what do you see?”
She crouches, tracing the carved words. “Sigvid’s Throne?” Jerking upright, she turns to him for understanding.
“Thrain did that when we were children. He used it to cause further discord between Father and me.” Sigvid sighs, running his hand along the carved words.
She sadly believes Thrain would instigate a situation for the sole reason of causing discord.
Sigvid deserves to be King.
He must sense her unease as he tugs her by the wrist until she is in his arms. “I bring you here to reassure you that Thrain has always sought to stir hostility. I also have it on good authority that my brother is visiting a brothel at the other end of the city. He will not disturb us.”
“As we speak, a dozen Drengr have followed us since we entered the city walls. Another twelve stand between us and him at all times. My love,” he kisses her forehead, “he will not take you from me. I promise.”
Her tense back muscles finally seem to unclench under her warrior’s words. “I am calmer.”
“Go lock the doors.” He commands.
Sigvid settles onto the throne, his legs spread apart and his cheek resting on his fist, almost bored. His piercing eyes intensely track her while she checks the lock.
She spins on her heels and is about to return to his side when his command halts her progress. “Crawl to me.”
Her heartbeat kicks up. Her throat goes dry as the command swirls through her mind, tugging at the arousal between her legs. The burning desire to fulfill his request grips her body as if she is a puppet for his fancy.
“Drop to your knees and crawl to me, you filthy cock worshiping whore.”
Her knees connect with the floorboards, and then her palms. There is no hesitation, no question. She keeps steadfastly focused on her warrior upon his throne—the only man who deserves to be King.
Knee. Palm. Knee. Palm.
She moves unbearably slowly, no matter how desperately she wants to reach him. Her gaze lifts to see his lips tip upward in a smirk.
“Good girl.” Sigvid’s hungry gaze follows her every movement witha possessive desire that has her dripping for him. She can see his bulge in the confines of his pants, and she quivers with desire.
Once she stops between his legs, she hears a jingle as he removes a leather strip from his pocket.
“Sigvid.” She breathes as he wraps the leather around her column, buckling the clasp at the back of her neck. “Is this…is this the collar you sent me?”
Did he steal this among my belongings in Timber?
“Yes. Stand.” He orders.
She acquiesces as if his words sink into her bones, compelling her to obey. She rises to shaky legs, the rough ground of the longhouse having scratched her kneecaps. Sigvid’s hard eyes trace her curves while his fingers pet her upper thighs.
The rough sensation of his finger slipping under her lace undergarments has her breath hitching. She hears the fabric tear as his finger rips them off. He inhales her still-lingering scent before stuffing them in his pocket.
She catches a glint of steel before he cuts her dress to shreds. The beautiful fabric falls away, and the strips of material settle around her feet. Her bare breasts fall heavily upon her chest in the low light.
Why commission me so many gowns if he plans to destroy them all?She giggles to herself until his thumb and forefinger roll her sensitive nipples in a feeling that is painful yet pleasurable.
Avina hardly realizes he removed his belt until the soft leather encircles her wrists at her abdomen. “I could bind you into a helpless state every moment for the rest of my life and never tire of your beauty at my mercy.”
His words burn hot under her skin, warming her blood to boil. She whimpers in anticipation of his sadistic mind and sending her into that blissful high.
“Kneel again and suck my cock.”
