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the only barrier to being exposed
entirely.
    “I think I’ve seen enough,” murmured Matheus . “You may leave us. I’ll take it from here.”
    “How much is she worth?”
    The dark stranger stared at me. “A
great deal.”
    “Fifty percent?”
    “Not that much,” he laughed. “Perhaps
thirty.”
    “Forty-five.”
    “Forty, and that’s all.”
    Bram smiled. “Excellent.” His azure
gaze rested on me. “You’re more helpful than I thought. Be sure to please him,
Lora. You won’t be a virgin when I return.”

Chapter Four

 
 
    I was left alone with the dark haired
wolf, whose stare made my tummy tingle with nervous knots. I’d been sold to the
highest bidder to pay for a Viking debt, and now I would have to sacrifice my
body to this heathen. He began to remove his jewelry, placing the items in a
wooden bowl. His manner was easy, his expression neutral, but I could feel the
lust, as it oozed from his pores. I eyed him warily, while garment after
garment was divested. His belt had an ornate, gold buckle that looked
outrageously expensive.
    “You’re not going to stab me, are
you?” A hint of humor shone in his eyes.
    “If you refrain from touching me, you
might be safe.”
    “Where’s the fun in that?”
    He laughed, and I felt myself
softening towards him, which was the last thing I wanted to do. I refused to be
passed around from man to man, like the village slut, but I doubted I’d have a
choice in the matter. I should be grateful I hadn’t been gang-raped by an
entire contingent of foul smelling marauders. This might still be in my future.
That thought sent my emotions spiraling downwards, hopelessness seeping into my
consciousness and tears clouding my eyes.
    His amusement transformed to concern.
“Now there. Is the thought of bedding me so distasteful?” Nearly naked, his
lean, muscular form was far too appealing.
    Perhaps, it was time to take my chances
and run for freedom. It was dark now, and I might be able to slip through the camp
undetected. I inched towards the back of the tent, positioning myself for a
hasty exit, and, just as I was about to duck under the cloth, a hand closed
around my wrist.
    “Not so fast.” I fought him, trying
to free myself, but he dragged me to him, his arm encircling my back. “You’re
even lovelier up close.”
    I stared into his eyes, knowing I
would have to give myself to him and hating God for the injustice. “Stop!”
    His fingers threaded through my hair,
bringing my head back, exposing my neck. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
    “You like raping women, Danish dog?”
    “You’ll submit, and you’ll like it.”
    “Don’t be so sure of that.”
    “No one’s ever complained before.”
    “Slaves rarely have a voice.”
    “You wound me. You’ve yet to taste my
skill at love-making.”
    “Raping is indeed a skill. It takes a
real man to accomplish such a feat.”
    “I’m fond of passionate women. I
doubt you’ll disappoint.”
    “Fighting for survival is hardly a
show of passion.”
    “Stop fussing, and let me kiss you.”
    “No!” I pushed against his chest,
feeling the heat coming off him.
    “You let Bram touch you.”
    “I had no choice in the matter.”
    “And yet you enjoyed it.”
    “I hadn’t eaten for days. I was
hungry.” His face was in my neck, his teeth nibbling on my skin. “ Ouf , no!”
    I began to fight in earnest, pushing
him, squirming, and trying to dislodge myself. What I ended up doing was
exposing my legs and stomach, as the material on my dresses crept up in the
struggle. He’d found his way to my flesh, massaging my tummy gently. I was
pressed to the pelt and kissed, although I turned my head, offering him my
cheek. He was utterly persistent in my seduction, his hand sliding to my pussy,
a finger sinking into my moist center.
    “Danish pig!”
    “You’re wet.”
    “I hate you.”
    “Good. Hate me with your body. Let’s
take these clothes off.” He pulled on the material, ripping it from