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He threw her over his shoulder and walked down the stairs again, back to her prison. He dropped her back onto the mattress, towering over her like a vengeful god.
“Don’t ever tell me what to do. Me bending over backward to do your bidding is over.”
Dammit! He wasn’t listening to her. She jumped up, ready to plead her case, when he froze. His eyes went to her chest, and a hand wrapped around the lion necklace she was still wearing.
She panted as he glared into her eyes, his breath hot on her cheek.
“You bitch,” he whispered. “You two-faced, backstabbing, baby-stealing bitch.”
Every word was a shard of ice that lodged in her heart. Piece by piece, they ripped her apart, so much so that she feared that one more word would make her shatter into a million pieces.
Irrevocably broken.
She stared at his firm lips, so close to hers. Maybe it was a way to stop him from destroying her any further, or maybe she was overcome by sheer madness. Whatever it was, something inside her switched and she pressed her lips to his.
Warmth. Delicious warmth and a taste that she had never forgotten.
A curse left his lips, then he turned her around and pushed her onto the mattress, face down. The next second, a wall of heat dropped on top of her. Her ass was to his groin, her back to his chest. He gave off so much heat, she immediately felt toasty warm. The dark, cold world around her disappeared and was replaced with Viking’s warmth.
He ripped away her coat and spread her legs. Heat infused her body, and she felt herself get slick.
A hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her head up to the point of pain. She tried to turn and look him in the eye, but he didn’t allow it. He pressed her face back into the mattress, his hand still resting around her throat, a sign of his ownership. His teeth grazed over her earlobe, then bit her neck.
The sound of his zipper sliding down was like a cannon shot in the room that was filled with nothing else but the sound of her panting.
Viking forced her legs wide and settled between them. Then he pushed inside her, hard, making her cry out.
“I hate you,” he whispered, as he kept pounding into her. “Fucking. Hate. You.”
He planted his hands on her shoulders, holding her down as he began a punishing rhythm. The room was filled with the sound of the slap, slap of their bodies colliding.
This wasn’t making love. Far from it. She recognized it for what it was: a way to get her out of his system. Because, as much as he hated her, his body didn’t. And wasn’t that the sick twist of their situation?
She gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching her wide, making her hurt. Sweet, sweet hurt. With a roar, he came, filling her to the brim with his hot load. Then he reared back, launching himself off of her.
Feeling battered and bruised, she turned around, hoping to find a speck of kindness in his eyes, but there was none. He seemed even angrier than before, the self-hatred clear on his face. Refusing to feel ashamed for what happened, she raised her chin.
Taking a deep breath, she got back to her feet. This wasn’t about her pride or his. She had her daughter to think about. The very reason she was in this position to begin with.
“Viking…We need to talk…”
“Shut up,” he growled, zipping his pants back up. “You betrayed me. Not once, but twice. You really thought you could steal my kid and get away with it? Count your lucky stars. If you were a man, you’d be six feet under. After I beat the crap out of you.”
He didn’t understand. Didn’t know what danger Vicky was in. When she tried to tell him, he clamped his hand over her mouth.
“You don’t get to talk unless I tell you to. And you’re right. You don’t know me anymore. Like I never really knew you. But let me tell you one thing, Mrs. Morelli. Your life as you knew it? It’s over.”
He pulled his hand away as if she were something dirty.
Tears burned her eyes, but she stood tall until he left. Then the cold returned, wracking her body with violent shakes until she swayed on her feet and dropped onto the floor. She heaved and, then…nothing.
CHAPTER 8
VIKING
Viking flew out of the basement like a bat out of hell. He shouldn’t have touched her.
She didn’t say no. She should’ve fucking said no.
