CHAPTER 8
VIKING
Viking flew out of the basement like a bat out of hell. He shouldn’t have touched her.
She didn’t say no. She should’ve f*****g said no.
Except, he knew it the second he’d touched her, it would happen. Because he was fixated and f****d up like that. He’d imagined a hundred different ways he would take her if he ever got his hands on her again. Deprived, vile ways. Ways that would hurt her and addict her to his body.
His eyes found Baran, who was waiting in the corridor.
“You don’t let her out of your sight,” he barked, then made it up the stairs, heading toward the library.
He passed several soldiers who were there for the Pakhan’s visit. Even though he got a few sideways glances, the men knew not to ask. Not that he would tell anyone a damn thing. Weaknesses in the
