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They cleared out after that. A deafening silence filled the apartment. It was only her and Viking now. He looked like a big wall of testosterone and anger, ready to unleash on her any second.
First, he took the gun and dropped it on the couch. Then he grabbed her arm.
“Didn’t want to fuck them anyway.”
As if that statement made any difference.
She punched him in the gut. When he grabbed her arms and pressed them to her sides, she kicked him. It was an all-out brawl, at least inside her head. Every kick was countered by him closing in on her, confining her limbs to her body. Then he started pushing her, until the backs of her knees hit the couch and he dropped her on it.
Then he lowered himself on top of her. He made her clothes disappear in an instant. Pressed chest to chest, his naked glory against her heated skin, it was all she could do not to pant. Heat pooled between her legs. Part of her brain told her she should resist him. Tomorrow, it said, tomorrow you will regret this. But the heart didn’t listen. And maybe that was her biggest flaw. Not just loving the big brute, but being defenseless against him no matter how many times he hurt her.
Maybe love was all about pain. Or maybe that was their dark, twisted version of it. A version she couldn’t get away from, no matter how many times she’d practiced inside her head. When his bare hands yanked her panties down, she arched her back instead of trying to butt him in the head. Then his thick fingers hit her core and pushed inside her, conquering her from the inside.
There was no stopping after that. Whatever she’d wanted to say, whatever her pride had told her to do, it was all gone. All that was left was his fingers caressing her. It always amazed her how a big man like Viking could be so gentle when he wanted. That lasted for about two minutes. The second a rush of wet heat coated his fingers, his eyes blazed. He pinched her clit, making her bite her lip to stifle a moan.
“Let go,” he rasped.
Never. He might play her body like a fiddle, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of screaming that out into the world.
Another finger jammed inside her hot, wet core, making her ache. Making her burn for him. Her legs went up and clung to his sides, urging him to enter her. Her hand guided his head to her breast that felt heavy and neglected. When his teeth grazed a nipple and pulled it into his hot mouth, she could no longer remain silent.
“Oh, God…”
The next time she would wipe that smirk off his face. The next time, when he jammed his cock inside her, she wouldn’t cry out to the gods and above. She certainly wouldn’t grab hold of his muscular ass and slap it.
Viking cursed. “You like it kinky.”
She was in no state of mind to answer him. Her nails dug into his butt, leaving half-moon increments. Every thrust of his was met with her pressing up against him. Deeper. She needed him deeper. Harder. Faster.
The slap of his balls against her ass filled the room. Words left her mouth, but her scattered brain could hardly process them.
A growl escaped Viking. “Damn, you’re making me wild.”
She slapped his ass for good measure. His eyes closed for a sec, to open wide, blazing a blue fire that promised her retribution. Good, she was ready for it. Whatever consideration he had shown her before, it was all gone now. He fucked her into the couch, hard, swiftly, and without mercy.
At some point, she blacked out for a second. When she reopened her eyes, he was standing next to her. He was still hard. Her hand went to his cock.
He grabbed her hand. There was a forlorn expression on his face, bordering between pain and regret.
“Was it worth it?” he asked. “The fancy cars, the big house, and everything else that came with it?”
Where had that come from? “What?”
“Don’t try to deny it. Your brother told me all about it. He liked rubbing into my face the fact that you deserved more. That I could never give you what you deserved.”
“He did?” When did that happen?
Then his phone rang. Viking grabbed his pants off the floor and dug into his pocket to find his phone. A few words, then he hung up.
Without saying another word, he got dressed and left. A stunning silence filled the room. Suddenly Elena felt cold and anything but desired. And she felt anger. Loads and loads of anger.
Once again, they had ended up in a spot where they had let their bodies do the talking. Once again, she had let him get away with it. Maybe that was their curse. Maybe they were meant to spend eternity like this. Fighting with words and finishing it with their bodies.
She just wished it didn’t make her feel so damn hollow afterwards.
CHAPTER 26
VIKING
