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There would be no wedding because there was no longer a groom.
“How did you do it?” I whisper and his eyes flash, a dangerous smile lingering around his mouth and I want to kiss it to know what it tastes like. “How did you kill that man?”
I’m not so stupid to mention his name. That would be an offense to Iversen. You never mention the name of enemies.
“I’ll spare you the bloody details.” His eyes deepen. “Unless it gets you excited to know how far I’m willing to go to have you?”
I gulp, now unsure of if I should have asked and Iversen continues.
“He’d had dinner at the compound, laughed and drank with his brothers and then it was time to go home. It was dark out and he got into his car.” Iversen slowly begins to pace, his eyes plastered on me to read my reaction. “I was hiding in the backseat and once he was on the highway, I placed a very cold blade on his throat.”
Wrapping my arms around me, I nod for him to continue.
“And as I held it against his skin and told him to take the next turn, I wondered if I really should go through with it.”
“You had doubts?” I ask and the sudden curiosity stops my voice from shuddering.
Iversen nods. “I thought that here was a man who’d be my brother if I rose up in rank. And there is no bigger crime than killing a brother, other than killing his woman. But then I remembered that he was after my woman and I thought about him kissing you and touching you and lusting over you and loving you and something inside of me snapped.”
Turning, Iversen adds, “I forced him to drive toward the edge of a cliff, slit his throat and jumped out last minute.”
Panting, I stare at him and I squirm.
The crime he did...if anyone ever finds out...
He’ll be a dead man.
And it would be such a waste of a powerful and vicious male and I inhale, trying to keep myself composed and his eyes burn when they look at me. “Do you understand now?” he says in a low voice. “I won’t let anything stop me from claiming you.”
“But you’re making a mistake,” I whisper and he freezes. I wring my hands. “You’ll be ashamed of me. With me by your side, your chest won’t ever swell with superiority, you’ll never look into my eyes, knowing you have the most poised and powerful woman in the room...,” I bite my lip, feeling that dreaded heartache, “I’m ordinary. Unnoticeable.”
“To me you’re not,” Iversen says heatedly. “I’ll kill anyone who challenges your superiority, kill anyone who dares to think they’re above you. And don’t you worry about my heart. It’s swelling just fine.” Under his breath, he mutters, “Just like other parts of me...”
I fidget, my body filling with warmth and Iversen’s eyes flash with remorse. “I shouldn’t have said that. I know how innocent you are,” he explains and I nod. “It’s just that...,” he squeezes his eyes, painfully hard, “it takes a toll on me, to be in your presence, never speaking to you, never rubbernecking you the way I want to, never allowed to touch you...fuck,” he kicks a wooden board to the side, “I don’t even know the size of you in case I want to buy you a dress...”
A dress? Something girly and rousing flares in me.
“I’d like a dress,” I whisper. “Maybe in the color p...peach...?”
He nods as if my wish is his law and rasps, “Will you let me hold your hand?”
I slowly nod and give it to him and it feels so right when we’re skin to skin. Two pieces in a puzzle and my heart clenches. The rain has stopped and Iversen is worried we’ll be back too late so we walk back out to the bike. This time sitting behind him feels more natural and this time I wrap my arms around his waist on my own. I’m being so bold that I almost can’t believe myself but being bold is so worth it just to see Iversen brim with satisfaction. He’s practically flooding with it, his cold skin prickling under my fingers and knowing that I’m the one responsible makes me heady.
But I can tell he’s still not fully satisfied and its only when I lean my head against him that he lets out a content groan. I feel that groan the way the earth feels the earthquake. It shatters something inside of me and makes me eager to draw out more. My eyes flutter when I think of Iversen moaning, his head tossed back, his powerful face strained...and I let out a choked cry.
“What is it?” Iversen growls, immediately alarmed and I want to die on the spot.
“N...nothing,” I stutter because I can’t tell him I just endangered our lives by thinking of him naked in bed. I’m not sure what’s happening to me but I don’t think I can stop it. I’m already dropping like a rock into unknown depths and I shiver when I catch glimpses of the compound amongst the trees.
With its many towers and gothic windows it even looks a little bit haunted. I take my cheek off Iversen’s back and put my hands up on his shoulders and pretend that I can handle this. Nobody will know. They can’t know how I already feel about Iversen.
Only my heart can know. I tell it to quiet down because right now it’s pounding so hard, I have the feeling it wants to scream. I want Iversen as my male. And my heart pleads and begs that I’ll be able to have him.
4.
Iversen
Passing the gates, I stop in front of the building. This time, Valkyrie gets down on her own. I don’t touch her but I’m dying to. I’m dying to put my hands all over her and register her enjoyment. I want to be alone with her again, be the only one that gets to watch her and talk to her. I’m envious of everyone getting an ounce of her time, even her maid, even her family.
