Chapter 22: Chapter 22

KENDRA

His eyes were ablaze with a fury I’d never seen before. It was a look that sent chills down my spine, a look that was entirely foreign to me. He had never treated me this way before, and as he forcefully led me to the entrance of his home, I was filled with a sense of dread. I couldn’t help but wonder what was about to unfold inside.

I dug my heels into the ground, resisting his pull, and blurted out the only thought that was racing through my mind. “You’re a monster,” I accused.

He halted abruptly, and I could feel every muscle in my body screaming at me to run, but I was paralyzed. His gaze locked onto mine, and I trembled under its intensity. Those few seconds of silence felt like an eternity as I anxiously awaited his next move.

When he finally spoke, I jumped. His voice was no longer the warm, husky tone that sent shivers down my spine. Instead, it was a cold, dark voice that made me shudder under his firm grip. “Oh, I’ll show you a monster,” he threatened. He pulled me roughly against his chest, knocking the wind out of me, then hoisted me over his shoulder and kicked open the front door of his house.

He strode over to a table and swept his arm across it, sending objects flying in all directions. He then threw me down onto my back, pinning both my hands above my head with one of his. As he looked down at me, I could see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but the anger was still there. Even in this moment of pure rage, there was a part of me that was almost pleading with him to continue.

His breath was hot against my neck as he leaned in closer. His open mouth hovered over my skin, then he slowly pulled back to look me in the eye. He let out a low growl and bit down hard on my neck. My knees buckled as his bite turned into a suck, and my body squirmed beneath him.

With his free hand, he gathered up my dress, pulling it up to my waist. While still holding my hands captive, he slid a finger inside me. I jerked against his strength, and he let out a moan. He added another finger, and I jerked again, causing him to moan even louder. The more I struggled beneath him, the more he thrust his fingers inside me.

I arched my back and tilted my head back, my hips rising to meet his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I felt a pang of disappointment. He lifted me off the table and loosened his belt, letting his hard cock spring free. He picked me up and lowered me onto him, his girth filling me completely.

I gasped loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist and tangling my fingers in his hair. He slammed my back against the wall, thrusting upward and pulling me closer by my shoulders.

This time was different. It felt like fire as he pounded into me. He wasn’t gentle or sweet; this was raw, animalistic sex.

He tugged at my hair and bit my shoulder, eliciting a moan from me. He thrust deep into me again, and I could feel my own arousal dripping down my thighs. He continued to thrust harder and faster, the fire within me growing hotter and hotter. I felt my body tighten, and I let out a moan that sounded almost like a plea. He reached between my legs with one hand, rubbing my clit, and I jerked with each stroke of his finger.

I leaned down and bit into his neck, causing him to groan. He thrust even harder into me.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” he whispered.

He carried me back over to the table, and I released my grip on his waist. He turned me around, laying me flat on my stomach on the tabletop. He gripped my hair as he plunged into me with his cock with long, deep strokes. I was gasping for air, on the brink of insanity. He pushed my dress up over my head, and it fell to the floor.

His fingers dug into my back as he slowly moved his hand down to my ass, smacking it hard. He rammed his hard, throbbing dick deeper and deeper into my dripping wet pussy, and I couldn’t take it anymore. The walls of my pussy tightened around him, making each thrust even more pleasurable. I felt a rush of my own arousal coating him, and he let out a moan.

He turned me over to face him again and placed my hand on his chest. I looked up at him, his head thrown back, every muscle in his chest tense. I raked my nails down his chest, and he roared with pleasure. I looked down to see his cock pounding into my pussy. I dug my nails into him again, and he quickened his pace. I leaned up and bit hard on his shoulder, scratching his back, and he thrust his cock deep inside me, groaning as he filled me with his hot, thick cum.

He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, carrying me over to the ladder. Holding me with one hand, he climbed up to the loft. He lay down on the bed, still holding me, and pulled the blankets over us.

I clung to him, panting heavily. He slowly pushed his still rock-hard cock against my entrance again, as if silently asking for another round.

“Didn’t you already?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

“Once more?” he teased, his tip brushing against me.

He thrust deeply into me, and my head flung back. I braced myself against his chest, rolling my hips and moaning his name over and over again. I could feel myself climaxing again, and he gripped my hips, grinding my clit against him with each thrust, pushing me deeper into ecstasy. My legs started to shake as I came hard and long. Even as I was still shaking, he moved my hips, filling me with his cock.

I could feel him twitching deep inside me, and his thick legs tensed. I knew he was about to climax, and I pushed him deeper inside me. His knuckles turned white as he gripped my hips, his hot cum filling me. I collapsed onto his chest, and he withdrew from me, rubbing my back and kissing my nose.

We didn’t move or speak; we just lay there, trying to catch our breath. The heat of the blankets was stifling, so he threw them off us. I closed my eyes, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath me.

The recent events began to filter into my mind, and the more I tried to make sense of them, the more confused I became. I was ready to leave, and he had become so angry. It was as if every time I suggested going against his wishes, his rage overpowered him. He said he’d never hurt me, but he had.

Despite my fear, I couldn’t ignore the conflicting emotion of peace that surged through me whenever I thought of him, or the undeniable cravings that consumed me as our bodies gravitated toward each other’s touch.

“I have to leave for a few days,” he said, his hand still rubbing my back.

“What? Why?” I asked, sitting up and straddling him.

“The fire burned down the food storage, and I need to lead a hunting party to restock.”

“Can I come with you?” I asked, running my fingers over his chest.

“Do you want to?” he asked, looking up at me, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t know. Am I allowed to go?” I asked.

“You can do whatever you want,” he said, placing his hands on my hips.

“Will you teach me how to use an axe?”

He laughed, flipping me onto my back. “You don’t use an axe while hunting. Well, mostly. But yeah, I can.”

“When do we leave?”

“Nightfall,” he said, kissing my cheek and hopping up. “I need to gather everything. I’ll be back soon.” He climbed down the ladder, pulling on his pants and rushing out the door.

I flopped back onto the bed, too tired to think, and I pulled the blankets back over me. I wasn’t sure how long he was gone or even when I fell asleep. I woke up to the feeling of his lips brushing against my cheek and his voice whispering in my ear. I shifted my weight, letting out a groan.

His words were a soft murmur in my ear, his hand gently rubbing my hip. I pretended to be asleep, and after a few seconds, I felt his hand leave my skin. A few moments later, I heard Ulf and Sten talking to Fjorn.

“There’s that village to the west. We could gather everything we need there,” Sten suggested.

“True. There aren’t too many men, and she wants to come with us,” Fjorn said.

“You’re letting her come with us?” Ulf’s soft voice was filled with disbelief.

“She asked to come. What was I supposed to do?” Fjorn’s voice echoed around the room.

What were they talking about? Why did they need a village? I thought this was a hunting party. I could hear the rustling of papers, and their voices dropped to a whisper.

“No, too many men.”

“This raid…”

I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. I shifted slightly in the bed, remembering that my dress was lying on the floor by the table.

“Enough.” The sound of Fjorn’s voice reverberated through the house, silencing the quiet discussion. Soon after, the door creaked open and then shut with a resounding thud. When he spoke, his voice was not his own. It was dark, too restrained. “You can come down now.”