All Chapters of The Barbarian's Pleasure: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"When it comes to fighting me, you're only going to hurt yourself." His low voice rumbled from the bed and I realized that despite his stillness he was far from asleep."I won't stop.""I'm aware that's very likely. But if you were to do so, I'd let you off that chain and let you lie next to me. Realize the softer side of companionship. Care to try?""No." I whispered."Fine." He said. "Let me know when you do."The night was the most awful I'd known. Something about that cold chain made me feel like I was an animal at the end of a leash. And the room seemed cold then overly hot."It's going to get painful." He cautioned. "I can give you comfort.""I'd rather die." I spat on the floor."It's going to feel like you are." He rolled over to his side, staring at the wall in the corner. Unwilling to meet my penetrating gaze.***He had not lied to me. Midway through the night there was pain coursing through my middle. A dark twisting that felt like someone was spinning my insides in wild c

"I don't think you're weak." He added eying me.I'm not.I glared at him impudently. Still trying to conceive a plan to get the key and out while I had clothes and before he put me back on that chain.But to call him a formidable foe would be like saying that about a bear.He's not formidable. He's an impassable wall.He sucked in his cheeks as though he knew precisely what I was thinking. "Why did your mum name ye, Raven?"He strolled over to me, and I reflexively tensed. My shoulders and arms hardening in-case I had a need to strike him if he tried to toss me over that table again. But he gave me a slight unworried glance before reaching for my hair before he even stopped. Catching a lock and curving it around his large finger."Ye're hair isn't particularly black. Yer eyes are the brightest green I ever saw. Far from the dark of the birds. It makes little sense. Unless she was so senseless as to simply like the name?"I growled in my throat. My mother wasn't senseless!"She has mor

We ran inside and he pulled me around behind him. Slamming the door and turning the lock before putting the chain and key back around his neck.I slumped against the wall and slid down it. Breathing heavily in relief."Now, what the devil are ye?" I noticed that his accent had returned in full force after the commotion."Why is it that sometimes you speak very cultured and then in a moment, you go back to speaking like a barbarian?"His head snapped to give me a quick look. "Always questioning the little things, aren't ye?"I returned his look levelly.At length, he shrugged as if deciding the secret wasn't worth keeping. "I've friends, much to your surprise, I'm sure. Cultured men that've tried for a long time to teach me to be a bit more...refined."He said the word as if it made him feel dirty."Why would they do that?""Because they say I'm a bit rough around the edges." He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if somewhat ashamed of this fact.I snorted. "You're certainly

I was shaking with fury that I'd just attained pleasure with his root in me. Even more angry that I'd succumbed to it when I so clearly resented this man. But it'd felt like I didn't even have time to think about it. To fight it.Before I could process anything, I was shuddering around him. Making him clutch me and pull my body back against him as he rocked in rhythm to that clenching inside me. Savoring the feel of my body sucking him in.How can he have this effect on me? I wanted to throw a tantrum like a child. Kicking and screaming but knew that doing so while he was planted in me would only bring him sordid pleasure."I can't stand you!" I raged."But you bear my flesh so well." He panted coaxingly. Still forcing in then sliding back. "And you just soaked my rod with your woman's heat." He purred animalistically. "And it felt sweet, Little bird."He pushed in more wildly than gave a growl that shook the hut. Piercing deep as I felt his hot fluid pour into me. Feeling the pulsing

"Who is it?" I whispered to Mardichi who looked slowly over his shoulder.He blinked at me."The Slave Trader?" I pressed.Mardichi snorted. "So much worse...""Brother!" The voice boomed. "You letting me in or am I kicking the door in?"Brother?Mardichi groaned and visibly slumped over as he dragged his feet to the door.When he opened it, I crouched to get a view of beneath Mardichi's elbow to glimpse the man beyond the door.Mardichi leaned across the jam. Purposely blocking the entrance.He doesn't want him to come in.Or to see me. I recalled he'd said he didn't want me to see the man.And as I lowered a little further, I could instantly see why.***The man on the other side of the doorway was heart wrenchingly beautiful. A golden angel of a man standing in the sandy dirt outside. Hair the same color as the morning sunshine through treetops waved over his shoulders, to partway down his chest. Unique turquoise eyes caught her movement. Landing on her unblinkingly."Mardichi?" He