She folded her hands, one over the other, in front of herself, shielding the small patch of black curls just above her sex.
“I wasn’t completely untouched,” she teased, a shy smile dancing on her lips.
“Oh?” He stripped out of his shirt, tossing it onto his boots near the dresser. “Who put their hands on you?” He unbuckled his belt. The little jolt of her body at the sound made his cock steel-rod thick.
“I’ve been kissed before you, Hendrik.” Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled the belt free of his pants and tossed it to the floor. He wouldn’t inflict pain with the leather strap tonight. As much as she would blossom beneath the belt, he wanted more than her gasps—he wanted her cries and her screams.
“Then whose lips do I need to cut off?” he asked, working the button on his trousers open. Her throat worked as she swallowed. Her pink tongue lightly touched the center of her upper lip.
“I didn’t take you for the jealous type,” she said quietly as he shoved his trousers to his feet and stepped out of them. He moved to her, circling her while she stood exposed to him.
“I’m not jealous.” He stopped behind her and brushed her hair to one side, uncovering the creamy skin of her neck. “I’m possessive, Megara.” He licked the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Ah, so a boy with his toy who won’t share,” she teased again.
He scraped his teeth over her shoulder, nipping lightly. “You’re more than a toy. But you’re right. I won’t share you. Ever.” He bit down hard on her neck, suckling the skin until she moaned and leaned farther into him.
Wrapping his arms around her torso, he brought her back flush with his chest and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I could crush you with one squeeze,” he said into her ear, tightening his hold slightly. She went rigid. “But you trust that I won’t. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. You’re not afraid of me.”
“No, not really.”
“Even though I’ve done horrible things. Hurt people you loved,” he whispered into her ear.
“You won’t do those things to me,” she said, remaining still in his arms. She wouldn’t try to escape him.
“How do you know?” he asked genuinely. Women always held a small dot of fear around him. The stories of his strength, of his cold heart, his ability to kill and think nothing of it—they made women wet for him, but fear still lingered beneath their arousal. Because they knew, with a flip of his wrist, he could do the same to them if he chose.
“I’m not sure. I just do,” she said with a firm confidence.
He loosened his hold when she twisted, letting her turn around to face him. She brought her hand up to his face and ran her fingers through his beard. A gentle touch, an almost loving touch.
Henrik grabbed her hand, bringing her wrist to his lips. “Is kissing the only thing you’ve done before me?” he asked. His gaze locked with hers while he licked the inside of her wrist.
Her cheeks flushed. A woman as beautiful as Megara had to be hidden away in order to keep anyone from stealing her.
“My father was sure to always have a chaperone around. The few boys I dated in college were gentle and respectful,”
Henrik laughed. “Pussies. All of them.” He dropped her hand.
“Because they didn’t force themselves on me?” she demanded, and something he’d never truly felt before hit his chest. Their first night, he’d done that. He’d taken what wasn’t given freely.
He cupped her chin, pushing her head back. “I will say this once, and then we’ll never speak of it again, is that understood?” He waited until she gave a curt nod. “I’m truly sorry about our first night together.”
He released her chin.
Her eyes fluttered a few times, and her mouth worked silently. His confession surprised her. Hell, it shocked him too. Apologies weren’t something he did, but she deserved his respect. And she would have it.
“Thank you, Henrik,” she said delicately, bringing her tearful gaze up to his. “That means a lot.”
His throat constricted.
“These boys you dated in college, they probably wouldn’t have known how to make you feel good anyway,” he said, changing the topic. He meant what he’d said. They would never speak of it again. What was done was done, and it couldn’t be changed.
“Oh, and you think you do?” Again, with the teasing.
“Careful, Megara, trampling a man’s ego is a dangerous sport.”
“I have no fear your ego could ever be trampled,” she laughed, and his lips tugged up into a half smile. Such little effort on her part, and he was grinning like a fool.
“True enough.” He stared at her, his tongue pinched between his teeth.
“What?” she asked after her cheeks reddened and her eyes focused on him.
“The things I want to do to you are not things you would consider gentle. In fact…” he brushed his lips across her mouth, “I can’t be gentle with you.”
“Don’t be,” she said, her voice ragged. “I don’t want sweet from you, Henrik. It’s not you.”
He chuckled. “Insulting me or complimenting me, I’m not sure.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. “It doesn’t matter. The penalty’s the same for both.”
She let out a soft gasp. “Henrik.”
“On your knees, wife.” He pushed her down until she bent her legs and knelt before him. “I’m going to teach you something tonight—something those gentle and respectable boys probably went home wishing they could have shown you. While you went home, oblivious, they had their puny little hands wrapped around their pencil dicks, jerking away at the mental image of having you on your knees like this with their cocks shoved into your mouth.” He stepped up to her, the head of his dick level with her plump red lips.
Her pink tongue darted out across her bottom lip before she tucked her lip behind her teeth.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he instructed, fisting his cock with one hand and pumping it. Just a little relief, enough to keep from exploding the moment her tongue touched him.
She obeyed, parting her lips wide. Her eyes locked on his.
“That’s a good girl. You want to keep being my good girl, right?” He ran the tip of his dick along her lower lip.
“Yes, husband.”
He groaned. Those words on her lips…fuck.
“Then don’t move your hands and don’t pull away. When I tell you to swallow, do it, otherwise you’ll choke.” He tightened his fist in her hair, enjoying the little wince of pain in her eyes. “Either way is fine for me, but you’ll breathe better if you aren’t choking.”
He dragged her head forward at the same time he thrust into her mouth. He didn’t stop until his cock hit the back of her throat. Immediately, she clamped down and started sputtering.
“Swallow me, Megara. Take a big swallow,” he ordered between clenched teeth. Her throat closed around him, and he growled at the fierce need to come down her throat. Fuck. her innocence was making it hard for him to keep his control. And Henrik Hercules did not lose control.
“Fuck.” He yanked her head back until the head of his cock rested on her lips. “Open wider, Megara. As wide as you can. I’m going to fuck your throat.” She swallowed again and did as he said.
Another thrust forward, and she swallowed just as his cock hit the back of her throat. With shallow thrusts, he slid farther down. Tears welled in her eyes, sending a shiver of lust straight to his dick.
One fat tear slid down her cheek, and he caught it with this thumb, then rubbed it over her lips stretched around his cock.
“Such a good girl tonight.”
She settled beneath him, finding her own confidence to start sucking as he thrust. He grunted, unable to form an actual sentence when her tongue rubbed the underside of his shaft.
Her round eyes pointed up at him while another tear ran down from the corner to her temple. She hadn’t let go of her hands, and even when she’d started to s
putter, she didn’t pull away from him.
“Breathe, Megara,” he ordered, his hand poised over her nose. “You won’t be able to for a moment.”
Panic filled her eyes, but she checked it quickly and sucked in a large breath around his girth.
He pinched her nose and thrust forward into her mouth. Plowing harder and faster into her throat, he watched her. When the moment was right, he yanked out and released her nose, allowing her gulping breaths.
“On the bed.” Reaching down, he hooked his hands beneath her arms and hauled her up over his shoulder. She groaned as her stomach landed on his shoulder, but he didn’t apologize. He wasn’t the least bit sorry.
In three strides, he was at the bed, tossing her onto the mattress. He climbed onto the bed beside her, crawling over her until he could flip onto his back.
“Come here.” He reached over to her and pulled her onto him. “Straddle me,” he ordered, maneuvering her legs until she was seated over his belly.
“Henrik, I don’t know if…” She wiggled, sending his cock into a heightened level of awareness that her ass was so fucking close.
“Ride me, Megara,” he said again, reaching between her legs and flicking his finger over her clit. “Take my cock, slide your pussy down it, then ride me as hard as you can.”
She pressed her hands flat against his chest, worry crinkling her brow.
“Do it.” He slapped her hip hard. “Or do you need a taste of my belt first?”
Reaching between them, she wrapped her hand around his cock. A low groan escaped him at her majestic touch.
Megara shimmied upward, until her pussy was poised at the tip of his cock. He locked his focus on her features as she lowered herself. Her lips pinched together at first, but then parted into the most beautiful arch of pleasure.
“Ride me,” he ordered again with another slap to her ass. She sank down until he was fully embedded inside her heated sheath.
“Fuck,” she groaned, rolling her hips.
“Hmmm, you like this? Being on top?” He reached up and pinched both nipples between his fingers.
“Oh!” She jolted, then began to move again, this time riding him exactly how he wanted. Higher and faster, she bucked over him, and he switched from pinching her nipples to running his fingertips over the hardened nubs.
Her knees pressed against his sides, and her nails dug into his pecks. His girl was losing herself to the sensations their connected bodies brought her. It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted her completely gone to her need.
“Harder, Megara. I want to hear your ass slap against my thighs.” He gripped her hips and moved along with her, aiding her up and down on his shaft.
“Oh!” She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his nose as she ground her pelvis against him. She was taking what she needed.
“That’s a good wife,” he encouraged her, raising his hips from the bed and thrusting into her while she rolled her hips. “Scream for me, Megara. Scream,” He bucked up off the bed, lifting her knees from the mattress.
“Henrik!” she yelled, planting her feet as he continued to plunge up into her hot pussy. Throwing her head back, she unleashed a sound so full of pleasure, so embodied with arousal, he lost himself in it.
Her pussy constricted around his cock, over and over again, as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her, pulling him toward his own end. He groaned, holding her up as she slowly came down from her euphoric release, and plowed into her until his own body could no longer accept the sweet torture of having her ride him.
One hard thrust, then a second. On the third, his mind catapulted away from all reason while his body clenched and burst into her channel. His fingers dug into her hips while his seed shot from his cock, filling her.
Long moments passed before his breath returned evenly enough for his brain to function at full capacity. Gently, he lowered his ass back to the bed, bringing her down with him, and rolled her to his side. His cock slipped from her immediately, and he hauled her up his body, wrapping his arms around her.
“Henrik?” she said quietly after more time passed. His heart eased to a normal beat.
“Yeah?” He kissed her temple.
“Should I go back to my room?” She rested her hand on his elbow.
“No.” He hugged her tighter. “This is your room now.”
“But—”
“Quiet, Megara. Unless you’d like me to teach you a new skill?” He pushed his pelvis forward, his cock poking at her ass.
“I think I’ve learned enough for tonight.” She stiffened, but her tone was light.
He inhaled the sweet aroma of her hair. He’d learned enough as well.
For the first time since he could remember, fear crept into his soul.
22
Megara stepped out of Henrik’s room into the hallway. He’d already gotten up, showered, and left the room while she slept. His scent lingered on his pillow, and she found herself rolling to her side and pulling it to her chest. He said this was her room now too. Did that mean she should move her belongings from the other suite into this one, or should she assume he just wanted her in his bed every night?
So many things about Henrik confused her. He could look as ferocious as a jungle cat one moment and be tender the next. And he had her pegged. She wasn’t frightened of him. Not anymore. No matter what evil he performed or what sins he committed, she knew in her heart he would never harm her.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” A serving girl carrying a tray of covered dishes rounded the stairs to head up to the next level.
“Are those plates for the women…upstairs?” Megara asked.
“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Hercules ordered breakfast be brought up to them.” She paused on the step.
“Good. So you have the key then, to the rooms?” Megara moved up a step.
“Yes.”
“Let’s bring up breakfast then.” Megara smiled and passed the girl on the stairs, heading up to the third floor.
“I’m not sure Mr. Hercules would like that.”
Megara stopped at the top of the stairs. “What’s your name?”
“Sarah, ma’am.”
“Well, Sarah, let me worry about Mr. Hercules.” Megara gestured for the girl to lead the way.
With concern pulling her lips into a frown, the servant brought the tray to the first room on the left. Megara’s gaze traveled down the hall to the last room—the room Henrik had locked her into when he’d brought her to his estate.
“Do all of these rooms lock from the outside on this floor?” Megara asked as Sarah reached into her pocket.
Sarah paused. “Yes, ma’am,”
“And does Henrik…are they occupied often?” Megara tried to sound only mildly curious. Henrik said he would never be unfaithful, and she believed him, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t kept women locked here for his pleasure before his marriage vows.
Sarah shifted the large tray.
“Here, let me help.” Megara took the tray from Sarah with both hands. Sarah straightened, smoothed her hands over her black and gray uniform, then pulled out the key for the room and slipped it into the lock.
The door shoved open, and Megara walked in, carrying the tray with her.
“Ma’am!” Sarah rushed in and relieved Megara of the tray.
Megara stood at the door, hands empty, looking about the suite. Two women sat on the couch near the picture window. Another two walked into the living area from two separate doors.
“Good morning.” Megara pushed a smile onto her lips. “I’m Megara—” she stopped, unsure what should come next. These women had been locked in the suite, held captive by her own husband.
“You’re the Hercules bride.” A redhead appeared from the next room, and a short black-haired woman sporting a sweet pixie cut followed behind.
“Henrik is my husband, yes.” Megara folded her hands in front of her. The women had nothing to fear from her. “I only learned of your…presence last night, otherwise I would have come up sooner,�
� she explained.
“Is Castor here yet?” the redhead asked.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t been downstairs. I noticed Sarah bringing up your breakfast and thought I’d come say hello and see if there’s anything I can get you.”
Sarah slid the large tray onto a dining table off to the right of the living area.
“I’ll be back up with coffee and juice.” Sarah gave a quick curtsy and hurried from the room.
“Don’t lock it,” Megara said to her when it looked like she was pulling out the key.
“But Mr. Hercules said—”
“I’ll take the brunt of his anger if he chooses to rage about it. Don’t lock it.” Megara gave her a pointed look.
“Very well, ma’am.” Sarah bowed her head and closed the door softly behind her.
“A woman telling the great Hercules what to do?” the redhead mocked, walking over to the table to survey the meal.
“I don’t tell my husband what to do, but I’m sure he would agree there’s no reason to lock you in. You’re waiting for his brother to arrive so he can take you home, is that right?”
“Is that what he told you?”
“Is that not the truth?” Megara challenged.
“Castor rescued us. Jackson Olympus destroyed the village we grew up in and took us from our homes. Castor can’t take us back to what isn’t there. He’s giving us a new start.”
It was no secret small villages were often destroyed at Jackson’s whim.
“What were you…taken for?” Megara asked. Her own ignorance irritated her, but the only way to change that was to ask the stupid questions.
The black-haired girl chuckled. “Anything the men wanted us for.”
Megara’s cheeks heated. “I’m…and Castor is taking you somewhere you’ll be free?” Thinking of the treacheries of their past twisted Megara’s heart. She did not need any further explanation.
“That’s the plan. But your husband has brought us here and locked us in this suite. Maybe he’s exactly like his father and wants to keep us for himself to put us in one of his breeding programs.”
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