My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 151

Irina

He reached around my waist. His massive hand grabbed my throat. He didn't choke me, but his thick fingers wrapped completely around my neck, holding my head up. He forced me to keep looking down at the courtyard.

"Watch them," he ordered, his voice strained and heavy. "Watch then fuck as I fuck you."

I watched a northern woman get pinned to a wooden table right below us. She was screaming, her back arched as a massive man pounded into her. I felt the exact same heavy, brutal thrusts tearing through my own body.

"You like this," he taunted, his hips snapping forward so fast like they were made of elastic. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding grew louder, syncing perfectly with the heavy drums. "You like to be fucked like an animal. You want to be used."

"Yes," I sobbed, completely abandoning any shred of pride. I thrust my hips backward, desperately meeting his rhythm, trying to take him even deeper. "Don't stop. Please."

The friction inside me was building into a frantic, pulsing knot. My clit throbbed with every single heavy thrust. I was completely out of my mind. The political leverage, the Kael secret, the King, my daughter—it all vanished. The entire world shrank down to the dark balcony, the freezing wind on my bare legs, and the ruthless, heavy cock stretching me open.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He didn't pull out. He just stopped moving. He stayed buried completely deep inside me, his thick shaft stretching my walls, and he just held still.

"No," I whimpered. My body actually jerked, instinctively trying to force the friction back. "Why did you stop?"

"Say it," he commanded. His hand tightened slightly around my throat.

“Sayy what?” I cried.

"Tell me you're just a filthy northern whore right now. Say it, or I leave you standing here dripping wet and empty."

The threat was absolute torture. My body was screaming for the release. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. The heavy, aching knot inside me was right on the absolute edge.

I hated him. I hated him for making me say it. But the craving was a physical sickness. I would have said anything.

"I'm a whore," I gasped out, my voice cracking, tears of absolute frustration and lust stinging my eyes.

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