None of what happened last night between Anastasia and me means she hates Viktor. And she’s never said she doesn’t love him. That’s a threat I can’t ignore for more reasons than the obvious.
So far, that vineyard is the only heads-up I have in regard to Viktor and Uther’s plans. All these long weeks of watching and investigating haven’t turned up anything else. That doesn’t mean they’re not planning a vicious backlash to my attack.
That means I still have to be ready to counter whatever they throw at me and use the resources I have. Even if it’s as small and as simple as silence.
It’s bad enough I’ll see Viktor again in two nights at the leadership meeting.
I’m not looking forward to that in the least. I don’t know how he’s not dead after saying the things he said to me, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to restrain my temper when I see him.
My skin is as tough as dragon scales, but that fucker pushed me to a place I didn’t even know I could go.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never met a motherfucker who thought it was okay to make fun of the way a guy’s mother was killed.
The soft pad of footsteps draws my attention away from the sky, and I look at the platinum-haired beauty walking out onto the balcony as if she just strayed out of one of my dreams.
Anastasia has the cream bedsheet wrapped around her decadent body and when the silver moon kisses her long, flowing hair—which I fucking love seeing down—she really does look like a Valkyrie. If she is, then I think Odin loaned me his finest.
Like the weary sailor I am, I’m lulled into her ethereal beauty and, just like that, my thoughts slip away. It’s understandable that her beauty is more than enough to make a man fight for her, and fight even harder to keep her.
Nerves take over when she looks at me and it’s not because I’m naked.
Uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, but so do all seven deadly sins.
Her beauty is her pride, and I’m greedy for her. We’re both lusting after each other enough to indulge like mindless, gluttonous fools who would sloth around all day, fucking. But my wrath will keep that line between us. So will my envy, because nothing will change the fact that she loved my brother first.
“Missed me already?” I smirk, looking her up and down.
She presses her hand closer to her chest, where she’s gathered the ends of the sheet. “I wasn’t sure if you were here. Or if you left.”
Left and met up with Gytha,I mentally fill in, reading into what she’s not saying. I can see why she’d think that.
I made a big choice earlier when I chose her. I wasn’t quite aware of the weight of that choice until I carried her up to bed and buried myself deep inside her again. I still don’t think I’m fully aware. All I know is I want her again.
“I’m here.” With one last drag of my cigar, I blow out a ring of smoke and put it out, then straighten so she can see my cock is hard for her once more. She swallows hard when she realizes it. “Come here to me.”
She glides over and when she stops before me, I take off that sheet, exposing her naked body.
“What if the guards see us?” she mumbles, looking around.
“I pay them enough not to see anything.” I pull her into my lap, slipping my arm around her tiny waist.
“But—”
“Shhh, just kiss me. I need you again.” I lean in to gently kiss her lips and suck on her tongue when hers tangles with mine.
It’s best if we don’t talk. Definitely not now. I don’t want to think about anything else besides being inside her.
I cup the heavy weight of one delicious breast then the nipple of the other between my thumb and forefinger. She moans into my mouth, and I grip her wrist, bringing it to my dick.
I’ve trained her well and she’s a quick study, so she knows to stroke me the moment her fingers touch my straining length.
She rubs my dick up and down until it’s unbearable, and I pull her closer so she can straddle me.
Anastasia gasps as I hold her in place so I can slide into her already wet pussy.
She’s still tight and I’m sure she’s sore, but not once has she stopped me.
It’s like she’s as desperate as I am to stay in the fantasy.