“Everything is your fault!” She shrieks. “I am not obsessed with you!” She pauses to lift the bottle’s neck to her dark red lips.
Even from his stance in his cell, he can hear her guzzle off the last contents of the wine. As she clutches the empty bottle to her bosom, she slips backward, loses her balance, and collides against the wall opposite his door.
Sigvid darkly chuckles as she slides down the wall, cradling the empty bottle like a comfort object.
“Come to me, little Queen.”
Come to me. Let me wrap you in cold steel and rip you apart at the seams.
She quirks her head to the side, and those stunning eyes warily assess him. “You are violent and frightening. I fear I might kill you.”
Gods, he would love to see her try.
With a devious smirk, he holds her gaze. “What would you do to kill me?”
She grins as she struggles to stand. Once upright, she wags the bottle as if it is the solution to killing Sigvid. Keeping her eyes on his, she smashes the bottle against the wall, shattering glass everywhere.
She does not collect a single shard of glass to stab him with. No, she walks straight to his cell door and unlocks it with a key she seemingly produces from nowhere. And then she ambles inside as if she owns the fucking place.
Sigvid tracks her progress until they are nearly nose-to-nose—well, as close as they can be, given that she is over a head shorter than he.
“You are brave to put yourself in my reach.” He snarls, hating that he will not permit her to defend herself with a weapon before she dies in his arms.
Before she can react, he pulls her to his chest by the shoulders and spins her around until he looms over her from behind.
Killing her must happen.
Killing her needs to happen.
After forcing Sigvid to endure the Arena, her time on the mortal plane ends.
Instead of screaming or fighting, he finds her submissive beneath his touch. She is pliant and quiet as if anticipating his next move.
In two quick motions, he wraps the slack of his chain around her neck and the other around her waist. Sigvid pulls taut so the chains pin her arms at her sides, digging into her skin.
Sigvid flexes his bulging biceps as he prepares to tighten the chains until he wrecks the last gasp of air from her body.
And then she elicits a needy moan that rouses him like never before.
Her head lolls back against his thick chest, revealing her smooth little neck and perfect lips parted in a tantalizing ‘O.’
For some unholy reason, her moan destroys any intentions to wrench her beautiful soul from her body.
He might seize it later.
But that decision is his to make and his alone.
Sigvid brushes his lips against her surprisingly soft curls, feeling himself harden under her bound figure.
“Before I sacrifice you to your Goddess, you will sin withme, Avina.”
He inhales the floral scent clinging to her hair as he yanks the steel links closer around her quivering body. He firmly bites down on her neck, relishing her whimpers as she struggles.
He chuckles. “Where is my brave little one and her mouthy defiance? Do you question offering yourself over to me?”
“No, please.” She whimpers out.
“No, you are not questioning yourself. Or ‘no,’ you want me to release you?”
