AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But first, I would find out her name.
CHAPTER 9
Helheim
Aria
What did he want?
The Dark King stood in the doorway, his presence more imposing than ever. His eyes were colder, harder, almost as if a storm was brewing behind those brilliant violet irises and it was about to break at any given moment. A chill ran down my spine as he stepped into the room, the door closing behind him with a loud click.
Before I could do or say anything at all, he crossed the space between us in two swift strides. His grip was like iron as he seized my wrist, yanking me toward the bed. Panic flared in my chest, but I bit down on my fear, refusing to let him see me break.
“What are you doing? Release me!” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound strong.
He said nothing, his expression a mask of cold fury. He shoved me onto the bed on my back, the force of it knocking the breath from my lungs. I tried to scramble away, but his hand clamped down on my ankle, dragging me back. I struggled, kicking out at him, but his grip was unyielding, and I couldn’t break free.
With a swift, practiced motion, he clapped the iron cuffs around both of my wrists, securing them to the headboard. I tugged at the restraints, but it was futile. The metal bit into my skin, cold and unrelenting. I wasn’t going to escape whatever was about to happen next.
“Stop,” I gasped, trying to pull free. “What are you doing?”
He finally spoke, his voice icy and devoid of emotion. “You need to learn your place. I will not tolerate defiance. You will give me your name.”
I glared up at him.
“You can’t do this,” I spat.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear and I shivered.
“You don’t have a choice, little thief. I am your king. You will learn to obey me.”
His words sent a shiver of terror through me, but I refused to look away. Was this it? Was he going to rape me now? Punish me with his cock for refusing to give him my name?
I met his gaze, my defiance burning bright despite the fear that threatened to consume me. His fingers dug into my jaw, his grip bruising. His voice was a dangerous growl, a low, rumbling purr that echoed through the room.
The Dark King leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear.
“Now, are you going to tell me your name or am I going to have to punish you first?”
“Do your worst,my king,” I spat, relying on a building sense of bravery, or maybe even foolishness, to spur me on.
“Gladly, little thief,” he grinned, and the look on his face made my blood run icy cold. My heart raced, fear and arousal churning inside me as he climbed onto the bed beside me. I pulled at the chain, yanking my wrist, but I knew there would be no breaking free. He had me exactly where he wanted me.
His fingers trailed along my jaw, his touch feather-light, sending trails of fire straight down to my core. I couldn’t make myself understand why my body was so reactive to him, why he had such an effect on me, and I gritted my teeth, fighting against it with everything that I had.
He gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were darker than usual, the violet hue deepening into a rich indigo, the storm behind them swirling with dangerous intent. They searched mine, looking for something of the likes of which I didn’t know.
“You’re going to give me your name,” he growled.
“I won’t,” I snapped back.
I wouldn’t give him what he wanted.
Not like this.
The king released my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. The cold fury in his gaze was terrifying, but the fire behind it, the heat of it, was intoxicating. I tried to swallow back my own arousal, but it was already simmering well past my control.
He leaned over me, running his fingers along the neckline of my dress. His touch just grazed my skin and I shivered, biting my lip as his fingertips curled beneath the fabric.
