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“Fine. Maybe some time down in the dungeons will loosen your tongue,” I growled, and her eyes opened wide. She shook her head, the movement small and uncertain.
My patience snapped, and I grabbed her, hauling her to her feet. Her body pressed against mine, the curves of her soft flesh molding to the hard planes of my chest.
The feel of her against me was utterly delectable and my cock hardened once more, surging with the desire to take her right there on my throne.
“Or better yet, maybe I’ll chain you to my bed,” I snarled.
“None of it matters. Do your worst.”
A slow smile spread across my lips.
So brave.
Sofoolish.
I would teach her that in my world her bravery was a dangerous thing.
My hands tightened around her arms, and I felt the delicate bones of her body beneath my fingers. She was fragile, so easily breakable, and the knowledge sent a dark thrill through me.
I could ruin her, and she would have no choice but to let me.
I leaned in closer, the tip of my nose grazing the shell of her ear, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.
She was afraid.
Good.
She should be.
CHAPTER 7
Helheim
Aria
His fingers dug into my arms, his grip firm but somehow still gentle, and a shiver ran down my spine. He was a monster, pure and simple, and I had no doubt he would make good on his threats. I don’t know why I continued to provoke him, but I couldn’t give in so easily.
It would take more than a spanking and a hard face fucking to break me. I’d show him.
He turned me, the action rough and abrupt, and his hands landed on my shoulders, pushing me toward the door.
I tried to shrug him off, but he didn’t relent. His grip tightened, a silent warning that struggling was as useless as wings on a flightless bird.
“Move,” he commanded, his voice like a blade slicing through the air.
I stumbled forward, my heart pounding in my chest as he guided me through the castle’s winding corridors. The walls were decorated with grotesque tapestries depicting scenes of torment and suffering, the colors muted and dark. Shadowy figures seemed to writhe within the fabric, their twisted forms a haunting reminder that I was no longer home.
Torches lined the walls, their flickering flames casting eerie shadows that danced and twisted like tree branches in the wind. The floor beneath my feet was cold, polished stone, reflecting the dim light of the candlelit chandeliers overhead. I could feel the evil seeping from every corner, from every crevice of this place.
It was terrifying.
We passed through a grand hall where massive pillars rose to the ceiling, each one carved with the likeness of screaming faces, their eyes hollow and empty. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and something far more sinister, a metallic tang that made my stomach churn, something like blood.
Finally, we reached a pair of heavy, ornate doors. The Dark King pushed them open, revealing his massive royal bedroom beyond. It was a cavernous space, dominated by a huge bed draped in black silk. The bedposts were twisted, like horns, and a large crimson rug lay at the center.
The room was lit by a single enormous chandelier made of black iron, its flickering candles casting a dim, almost suffocating glow upon the room. The shadows here were deeper, more menacing, as if they held secrets too terrible to reveal.
“No,” I breathed, panic rising in my chest. I tried to pull away, but his grip was unbreakable.
