Me.
Me, whose primary hobby includes fucking, is bridling the beast inside that wants to ravage her body.
It would be so easy to bend her over the desk and fuck her senseless now that I have her all to myself. We’re not in a room full of people, and she’s not holding Viktor’s hand.
It’s only us within the four walls of my bedroom and the savage force of wild attraction rippling between us.
But business first, then fucking when I see fit. Right now, I’ll settle for my fascination with our attraction, and her fire, which extinguishes as she processes the fact that I have her father under my thumb and she will be my wife in five weeks.
“You’re serious about marrying me?” Her voice is weaker now.
I’ve watched her go from strong to weak in a matter of minutes. The transition has been fascinating.
“I don’t joke.”
When her mouth opens and no words come out, I release her and step away. It’s best that I do. I will fuck her, but not today. She doesn’t have to know that,
though.
She can be afraid of me. That’s perhaps the wisest thing for us both. Fear will keep her in line and me in check so I remember the role she plays.
When I allow my gaze to skim over her body, I realize keeping myself in check might be more difficult than I anticipated.
The Valkyrie folds her arms over her ample breasts and tries to close her legs tighter to hide her pussy, but it doesn’t work. She could cover herself with the entire house, and it wouldn’t wipe the memory of what she looks like from my mind.
Like the asshole I am, I feel another surge of triumph for getting one more thing over Viktor. I’ve not only robbed him of his wedding and the legacy he thought he was going to have, but I’ve stripped his bride naked on the day he should have feasted on her, whether for the first time or not.
One look at her decadent body, and I’m sure there’s no way she’s a virgin, or that today would have been the first that Viktor got to be with her. I’m sure my dear brother would have taken his fair share. And now I will.
Anastasia will certainly be my entertainment in more ways than one. Until I’m done with her.
“Put on the clothes I got you and come downstairs. Ehlga will give you food.”
She doesn’t answer. She just stares at me, unmoving and unblinking, so I take one last look at the soft flesh of her fully rounded tits before I walk away.
I leave to regain control of my mind, and tamp down the temptation to tell her the truth about her father.
The clever girl figured out that this was personal. I kind of thought she would.
It would have been sweet to tell her that her father isn’t the good person she thinks he is, but I’m walking away.
Sure, I need to protect my plans above everything. But I can see for myself that she’s good and not like Uther.
I saw it in her fear as she begged for his life, and there was something about her pleas that evoked the last shreds of humanity in me.
Her innocence and love for her father is like that of a child. Learning a vile truth like what I have to share would be like death. Death of trust.
Maybe I like her just enough not to do that to heryet.
Or maybe it’s more than that and it’s me. Maybe these are all excuses and I’m not as ready as I thought I was to talk about what Uther did to me.
Right now I’ve told Anastasia all she needs to know. Nothing else is important.
What’s important is already happening. Today was a victory, and I have to take a moment to acknowledge that.
For Mom.
When I walk into the corridor, I release a haggard breath and adjust my cock so I’m not so obvious.