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My lips parted to tell him when I remembered who Alrick genuinely was: the liar who had led me North to fill his pockets with gold. Did the reason why matter at this point? For his people? Himself? The facts stayed the same . . . it was not for me.
A painful knot formed in my throat. It made it hard for me to breathe. I felt Alrick’s rejection all over again, just like back then, when he refused my father’s offer of marriage as Sarolf.
“It’s nothing, barbarian,” I said in the arrogant and detached tone I often used with my servants.
His eyes widened. “What did you just call me?”
I lifted my chin. “You heard me just fine,barbarian.”
Alrick took a few large steps toward me. I stumbled backward; my back pressed against the cold stone wall.
“I have never come across a more arrogant, big-mouthed woman!” he growled, his face pinched in anger and frustration.
“Is that so?” I countered, crossing my arms. “Well, you wouldn’t know how to treat a woman if the instructions were tattooed on your forehead.” With another quick step, Alrick was towering in front of me.
“Stop pushing me!” he warned.
“No! Not when it comes to a barbaric man like you.”
Alrick grabbed both of my wrists and pinned me against the wall. His eyes flashed with firelight. I was breathing heavily now, his breath matching mine.
“What now, barbarian?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you going to hit me? Is this how you handle your women in the North?”
His mouth widened in shock. “Hit you?”
His face was only inches away from mine. He was so close, I could feel his heart beating wildly against my chest.
“I bet violence is the only thing you barbarians know when it comes to women.”
The anger in his eyes shifted to something else. Something I couldn’t quite make out. I didn’t think he would actually hit me. He was not that sort of man. I expected him to yell, insult me, and fight back. But to my surprise, he did none of that. Instead, he grinned.
“I know plenty else about women,” he said. His grip around my wrists loosened as he pressed his body harder against me. “I know that your bad temper does not cause your racing heart,” he said. “Or your red cheeks.”
I took a deep, shaky breath and opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Alrick’s grin widened.
“You want to know why a woman’s body does that?” He lowered his head next to my ear, his lips almost touching the side of my neck. “Do you?” he asked softly. A burning fire spread from my stomach all the way into my fingertips. “Do you, Princess?” His own voice was shaking now.
I nodded, still unable to speak. God, I wanted him to touch me. I’d never felt anything like it before.
“Good.” His lips caressed the side of my neck, sending a burning sensation down my spine. It felt incredible. I gasped as his left hand let go of my wrist and ran down the side of my body, brushing against my breast and waist.
“By the gods, you are so beautiful.” He ran a trail of kisses up and down my neck, slow and soft.
“Tell me to stop.” He moaned as his strong hand moved to my inner thighs. But I couldn’t. I was a slave to my desire, this insane yearning that spread from the center of my legs all the way into my chest and lips. I tilted my head to expose my neck and adjusted my feet to spread my legs a little.
“Mina, tell me to stop,” he said again, this time more demanding.
By God, I couldn’t. I should slap him, push him away, and scream. Instead, I placed a shaking hand onto his muscular chest and let it slide down his stomach until I felt his hard manhood pressing through his pants against my hand.
“No,” Alrick groaned as if in pain and pulled my hand away. “Don’t.”
His hand slipped into my pantyhose, and his fingers pressed against my wet flesh. A soft cry escaped my lips. He smiled and gently started rubbing.
My head fell back in pleasure. It felt so wonderful. I wanted more of this...more, more.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged, my eyes half-shut in passion.
He moved his fingers faster. I moaned loudly.
