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My lips curve up. I release her arm so I can use my hands to untie the knotted bottom of her blue flannel top.
She turns her head, unable to watch.
I make quick work of it, then I press my hand against the smooth, warm skin of her stomach.
The touch is too much. She grabs my wrist, looking up at me, a pleading look in her eyes.
She knows she shouldn’t have to plead with me, but she does anyway.
I like her.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” I tell her.
My words must ring hollow to her.
It probably sounds like a line, but it’s not.
I don’t need to lie to her to get what I want, after all. I’m prepared to take it.
When I reach down to unbutton and unzip her shorts for the second time tonight, she tries again, grabbing my wrists with a soft, “Come on, Silvan. You know I don’t want to do this. Stop it.”
I don’t. I like her hands on me, though, so I pause a couple of times to let her think maybe I’m reconsidering.
She licks her pretty lips, and fuck.
I know she’s not trying to entice me, but she’s doing a damn good job of it anyway.
“Get on the bed.”
She shakes her head.
I grab one of her braided pigtails, wrapping it around my fist, then use it to force her face closer to mine. She cries out when I tug on it. “I can take what I want from you without the bed, if you’d prefer it,” I offer smoothly. Then, lightly tracing the curve of her plump lower lip with my thumb, I tell her, “Such apretty mouth. It will look so goddamn good wrapped around my cock.”
Fear glistens in her eyes, but she doesn’t say a word.
I let go of her hair and give her a good, hard shove back onto the bed.
With a gasp, she catches herself on her elbows, then promptly rolls toward the other side of the bed. “Are you crazy?” she demands when I grab her ankle, giving it a good yank and flattening her on her tummy so I can drag her back.
“Perhaps.” I grab her other leg and turn her over on her back so she’s looking up at me.
“Let go of me,” she demands.
Rather than do as she asks, I draw out my sword.
Not the prop on the bed but the real one hanging from my hip. Her eyes widen at the glint of unforgiving steel. Before she can do a damn fool thing like grab it to push it away, I tell her, “I should warn you, this one isn’t a prop.”
She swallows, watching the blade as it nears her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but the rest of her body otherwise motionless.
“My blade is sharp, so I wouldn’t advise touching it.” I lower the blade as I warn her, pressing the tip against her breasts and forcing her back down on the bed while hardly exerting any force.
Physical force anyway.
Her words lack confidence, but they come from a place of common reason. Of course, what she says should generally be true; she’s just not sure it’s true for me. “You won’t hurt me with that thing. You’re not a real Viking. We live in a civilized society.You might be able to get away with raping me in the fucked-up world we live in, but you damn sure won’t get away with running me through with a sword.”
My lips tug up. “Oh, I wouldn’t run you through. Just nick you. I don’t mind going deep, though. I like the idea of my mark on your body long after you’ve left my house. If I cut deep enough, it’ll scar. Then you’ll wear a memory of me for the rest of your life.”
“You’d still get in trouble,” she says uneasily.
