Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
He didn’t like lying to her now, but he didn’t have much choice. Cherine was first and foremost a slave, and no matter how he had tried to ignore it, the truth was there. Because when it came to Rolf, he wasn’t much more than a slave himself. There was nothing Erik could do for her except hope Rolf would have a change of heart and would treat her with the love she had never gotten but certainly deserved.
“You’re in good hands with Rolf,” he told her, hoping and fearing it wasn’t a lie. He left the room, and as he slowly shut the door on the vision of her in bed, so devastatingly beautiful and wild, he felt nothing but the black tar of hate suffocate him.
He hoped it would suffocate Rolf too.
Chapter 15
Cherine
The next evening, as the sun set and twilight draped its soft blanket over the forest, we found ourselves standing hesitantly outside Rolf’s bedroom door. Erik held my hand tightly, a gesture that was both comforting and unnerving. That morning, I hadn’t been sure what to expect from either of them—last night was still fresh in my mind, and in my body. I thought maybe it would have been awkward, at least between Erik and I, but when Rolf said he wanted to see us after dinner, I knew there was a chance it would all happen again.
Not that I minded.
The anticipation of what awaited us inside fueled a fire within me, a potent combination of fear and desire. Did Rolf want the same thing or…something more?
As Erik turned the knob and gently pushed the door open, the warm glow of candlelight welcomed us in, painting Rolf’s room in a soft amber hue. The presence of his large bed dominated the space, as if waiting for me, and an air of mystery and invitation hung heavy in the room.
Rolf stood at the foot of his bed, his eyes locked on us as we entered. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting pants that clung to his taut body, leaving little to the imagination. He was an embodiment of masculinity, of raw Viking prowess. My heart quickened as I took him in, my knees weakened under the intensity of his gaze. His gaze that told me how very much he wanted me again.
With a gentle nudge from Erik, I stepped forward towards Rolf, feeling his eyes follow every inch of my body as I approached him. His gaze was possessive and hungry, a contrast to Erik’s quiet directness which had been guiding me thus far.
My heart pounded in my chest as I met Rolf's fiery gaze, the heat of his eyes searing into my soul. He was a force of nature, a predator assessing his prey. I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet there was something exhilarating in the sensation, as if I were standing on the precipice of life or death. I always felt this way with him, even when it ended with ecstasy.
Rolf reached out and took me by the hand, pulling me towards him with a firm grip. His touch sent a thrill coursing through me, igniting my skin. My breath hitched as he led me to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Erik,” he said to him, his voice deep and authoritative while his gaze stayed locked on mine, “I want you to sit at the foot of the bed and watch us.” There was a command in his tone that Erik instinctively understood. As his gaze flicked from Rolf to me, it held a mixture of unease and anticipation. With a nod, he complied, sitting on the edge of the bed as instructed.
As Rolf guided me around the side and onto the bed, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Erik as he sat vigilantly beside us. There was a sense of foreboding in his posture—part reluctance and part excitement—but he remained steadfast nonetheless. I knew this moment was not only about me and Rolf; it was about the bond between all of us and their role in my life.
“Remove your chemise and lie down, my beauty,” Rolf said.
I also did as I was told, discarding my clothes beside me. My breath hitched as Rolf’s hands began to roam my body, exploring every inch of my skin with a reverence that sent shivers down my spine. He traced the contours of my face, following the curve of my cheek and the slope of my jawline. His fingers then ventured lower, tracing the delicateness of my collarbone and the swell of my breasts. This felt so different from every other version of Rolf I’d seen. This one looked at me as if I were one of their pagan goddesses.
I could feel Erik’s eyes on me, his gaze burning into my skin as if he too was exploring me through Rolf’s touch. The intensity of his gaze only heightened the exhilaration coursing through me. A sense of possession and desire hung in the air, an unspoken understanding between us three.