Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

H elheim

The Dark King

I didn't understand why I hadn't just killed her.

I was a dark god, a terrible creature who had no room for mercy, but for some reason I had shown her far more than I had planned. I shouldn't have stopped spanking her when I had, but the sight of her bare pussy was too tempting, and the smell of her arousal was more than I could bear. I should have punished her well beyond tears until she knew who her king truly was, but her spark of defiance was doing something to me that was pulling me in.

Was making me do things I didn't understand.

I would have killed lesser beings for showing me such disrespect, but something had stayed my hand.

My little thief was unlike any other female I had encountered. Her fiery temper and her boldness intrigued me, but in the end, her submission had been more intoxicating than all the rest.

I don't know why I had even decided to spank her in the first place. For some reason, I didn't want to mar her like I had with Mais and any other creature who had displeased me in the past. I'd wanted to punish her, that was for certain, but I hadn't wanted to truly hurt her.

But, fuck, her cries of pain had made my cock so hard it hurt .

Her wet mouth had been the perfect hole to sink myself into, over and over again as she struggled to take me, as she realized just how much power I had over her. I'd forced her to swallow every drop of my cum simply because I could, and that kind of control had been the most addictive thing I'd ever experienced in my long life.

I glanced back down at her on her knees. A bit of my cum still glistened on her chin. I reached down and used my thumb to brush it away as she glared up at me, naked and beautiful and altogether too perfect.

A surge of possessiveness surged through me, and I wanted nothing more than to have her beneath me, her legs spread wide, my cock buried deep within her sweet, tight pussy, but she had chosen her mouth and I would respect her choice.

This time.

I'd take more later.

I tucked my cock back into my pants and circled her, my gaze once again landing on the whip marks on her back. Rage surged within me, a dark and furious storm threatening to consume my control.

I was going to kill whoever did this to her.

The thought of another's hand inflicting pain on her stirred a possessive fury I could scarcely contain, and I let it run free.

"Who did this to you?" I demanded once again with a low growl.

She flinched at the intensity of my tone, but she didn't answer. Her defiance only fueled my anger further. I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing as I examined the scars. My fingers itched to trace them, to understand the pain she had endured, but I held back, instead consumed by the heat of my burning rage.

I wanted to rip whoever had done this to her apart, to make them suffer a thousand times over for every lash they had laid upon her. The very thought of anyone touching her made my blood boil.

"Tell me who did this," I commanded again, my tone deadly calm. She would tell me what I wanted to know.

She lifted her chin, her golden eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Why do you care?" she spat, her voice trembling but strong. "What does it matter to you?"

I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers, and I saw the flicker of uncertainty in her gaze.

Such beauty. Such defiance. Such perfection…

"Because, little thief," I said in a dangerous whisper, "you are mine. And no one touches what is mine."

I reached out, my fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. She shivered with fear at the contact, and I felt a dark satisfaction at her response.

I liked that she feared me.

It made me hard.

"I will find them," I promised, my voice cold and unyielding. "And when I do, they will wish for death long before I grant it."

She swallowed hard, the defiance in her eyes wavering.

"I don't need your protection," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, a cruel and predatory grin. "It is not about what you need, little thief. It is about what I desire. And I desire to see you unharmed, untouched by anyone but me. I will be the only one to touch you, to punish you, and to hurt you ever again," I vowed.

Her breath hitched, and I saw the struggle within her. She wanted to resist, to fight against the bond that fate had forged between us, but she couldn't deny the power I held over her. She wouldn't be able to. I was sure of it.

I would make her mine and when I was through with her, she would be my sacrifice. Then I would reign over the whole world.

Her lower lip trembled and her eyes watered. She quickly looked away, and I reached down to lift her chin. She jerked her face away, hiding from me and I sighed.

I was not known for my patience. I would have the answers I sought before long. I was sure of it.

"Fine. Maybe some time down in the dungeons will loosen your tongue," I growled, and her eyes opened wide. She shook her head, the movement small and uncertain.

My patience snapped, and I grabbed her, hauling her to her feet. Her body pressed against mine, the curves of her soft flesh molding to the hard planes of my chest.

The feel of her against me was utterly delectable and my cock hardened once more, surging with the desire to take her right there on my throne.

"Or better yet, maybe I'll chain you to my bed," I snarled.

"None of it matters. Do your worst."

A slow smile spread across my lips.

So brave.

So foolish .

I would teach her that in my world her bravery was a dangerous thing.

My hands tightened around her arms, and I felt the delicate bones of her body beneath my fingers. She was fragile, so easily breakable, and the knowledge sent a dark thrill through me.

I could ruin her, and she would have no choice but to let me.

I leaned in closer, the tip of my nose grazing the shell of her ear, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.

She was afraid.

Good .

She should be.