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oats to the table. Rothgar winked as she stepped near, then pulled her closer to him. A man at the table whistled. Rothgar grinned and squeezed her buttocks through her chemise.
“Pig!” She slapped his face and dumped the bowl of hot oats into his lap.
Rothgar bolted from his seat, toppling the chair backward. “How dare you!” He grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her across the room.
“Let me go!” She fought against him, but it was a futile effort. Rothgar was twenty times stronger than she was, and he was enraged.
Rothgar dragged her into the cookroom and slammed the door. In the blink of an eye, he spun her around and shoved her against the door. He bellowed at her in his native language and pounded his fist into the door just above her head.
She shrieked and cringed away from him. Now she’d done it. From the way he sounded, Rothgar was going to kill her. She hadn’t meant to strike him. Protecting herself had been an instinctive reaction.
Rothgar clasped both of her wrists in one hand and raised them over her head. She winced and cried out. Her torn skin was still tender from the rope burns. Rothgar leaned close to her, his nose almost touching hers. She pressed her eyes shut and refused to look at him.
“I tried to reason with you.” He squeezed her wrists harder, and she whimpered. “But you refused to obey. You have made a fool of me.” Rothgar grabbed her chin with his free hand and forced her to look at him. “Now you shall learn who is in charge. I can be tender or terrible. The choice is yours.”
Rothgar kissed her. She tried to wriggle free, but he held her fast. Her heart thundered as his kisses became more forceful. As she fought him, he leaned more of his weight on her, pinning her to the door. He was so much stronger, taller, and wider than she was that she didn’t stand a chance of overpowering him.
A wave of panic seized her as Rothgar rubbed his pelvis against hers. She stopped struggling and went rigid. If she didn’t put up a fight, perhaps Rothgar would settle down and release her. Resisting would only anger him further.
A moment later, Rothgar parted her lips and rammed his tongue deep into her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but it was useless. Rothgar had her at his mercy. His thick, hot tongue entwined with hers, nearly choking her. He moaned and draped her hands around his neck as he rocked his hips against hers.
She slid her hands up the back of Rothgar’s neck. Without hesitation, she grasped a double handful of his long hair and yanked as hard as she could.
Rothgar yelped and broke the kiss. As he jerked away from her, she darted to the right, hoping to escape downstairs. Rothgar grabbed the front of her chemise. The delicate linen tore down the front, exposing her entire body. She cried out as Rothgar shoved her against the door.
Odaria closed her eyes. The Norsemen were laughing and cheering on the other side of the door. They were enjoying what they heard. They thought Rothgar was ravishing her as punishment for shaming him.
Rothgar let out a deep groan, and she opened her eyes. To her dismay, he was staring down the length of her naked body. She tried to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head again.
“Any other man would open that door and throw you to the wolves.”
“Pray don’t. I’m sorry,” she whispered as she broke down in tears.
“Sorry? I spare you, and you repay me by humiliating me? Do you wish to test me again, woman? I shall set the men upon you …”
“I didna mean it,” she said between sobs. “Pray don’t let them take me. I’ll do anything you ask. I swear it by all the stars in the sky.”
His ice-blue eyes bore into hers. “No more tricks. I will not fall prey to false tears again.” He took a step back and trailed his hand down her nude body. “Lovely.” He chuckled as he cupped her breast. “You shall fetch me a good sum at auction.”
She gasped. Auction? Rothgar meant
“Pig!” She slapped his face and dumped the bowl of hot oats into his lap.
Rothgar bolted from his seat, toppling the chair backward. “How dare you!” He grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her across the room.
“Let me go!” She fought against him, but it was a futile effort. Rothgar was twenty times stronger than she was, and he was enraged.
Rothgar dragged her into the cookroom and slammed the door. In the blink of an eye, he spun her around and shoved her against the door. He bellowed at her in his native language and pounded his fist into the door just above her head.
She shrieked and cringed away from him. Now she’d done it. From the way he sounded, Rothgar was going to kill her. She hadn’t meant to strike him. Protecting herself had been an instinctive reaction.
Rothgar clasped both of her wrists in one hand and raised them over her head. She winced and cried out. Her torn skin was still tender from the rope burns. Rothgar leaned close to her, his nose almost touching hers. She pressed her eyes shut and refused to look at him.
“I tried to reason with you.” He squeezed her wrists harder, and she whimpered. “But you refused to obey. You have made a fool of me.” Rothgar grabbed her chin with his free hand and forced her to look at him. “Now you shall learn who is in charge. I can be tender or terrible. The choice is yours.”
Rothgar kissed her. She tried to wriggle free, but he held her fast. Her heart thundered as his kisses became more forceful. As she fought him, he leaned more of his weight on her, pinning her to the door. He was so much stronger, taller, and wider than she was that she didn’t stand a chance of overpowering him.
A wave of panic seized her as Rothgar rubbed his pelvis against hers. She stopped struggling and went rigid. If she didn’t put up a fight, perhaps Rothgar would settle down and release her. Resisting would only anger him further.
A moment later, Rothgar parted her lips and rammed his tongue deep into her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but it was useless. Rothgar had her at his mercy. His thick, hot tongue entwined with hers, nearly choking her. He moaned and draped her hands around his neck as he rocked his hips against hers.
She slid her hands up the back of Rothgar’s neck. Without hesitation, she grasped a double handful of his long hair and yanked as hard as she could.
Rothgar yelped and broke the kiss. As he jerked away from her, she darted to the right, hoping to escape downstairs. Rothgar grabbed the front of her chemise. The delicate linen tore down the front, exposing her entire body. She cried out as Rothgar shoved her against the door.
Odaria closed her eyes. The Norsemen were laughing and cheering on the other side of the door. They were enjoying what they heard. They thought Rothgar was ravishing her as punishment for shaming him.
Rothgar let out a deep groan, and she opened her eyes. To her dismay, he was staring down the length of her naked body. She tried to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head again.
“Any other man would open that door and throw you to the wolves.”
“Pray don’t. I’m sorry,” she whispered as she broke down in tears.
“Sorry? I spare you, and you repay me by humiliating me? Do you wish to test me again, woman? I shall set the men upon you …”
“I didna mean it,” she said between sobs. “Pray don’t let them take me. I’ll do anything you ask. I swear it by all the stars in the sky.”
His ice-blue eyes bore into hers. “No more tricks. I will not fall prey to false tears again.” He took a step back and trailed his hand down her nude body. “Lovely.” He chuckled as he cupped her breast. “You shall fetch me a good sum at auction.”
She gasped. Auction? Rothgar meant
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