Page 34 of Viking

I lean forward, my eyes glued to the television. She straddles her partner, and he rocks his hips as she writhes against him. His large hands squeezing her breasts methodically.

The angle changes and we see the couple from behind, his long thick member pumping into her sex. It is noisy and messy, certainly, but there is no blood, and no cries of pain, only ecstasy.

I gasp and cover my mouth. An ache forms between my legs that won’t subside, no matter how tightly I squeeze them together.

“You like that, mouse? Is your pussy getting wet?”

“The fuck is going on in here?” Viking stands in the doorway. I clutch the blanket tightly in my fists, my heart ready to burst in fear.

“Hey, Vike. What’s the deal with you hiding away the prettiest piece of pussy in this—”

Viking crosses the room, wraps his hand around the man’s throat and lifts him off his feet. The man struggles and lashes out, but Viking carries him to the door and drops him on his buttocks. “The only reason I’m not gutting you like a fish right now is because I don’t want her to see that shit. Deals off. Get your gangbanger friends the fuck out of my clubhouse before I kill every motherfucking one of you.”

“What’s the big fucking deal?”

“The deal is she’s seventeen, you sick fuck.”

“So, like you weren’t fucking bitches at seventeen?”

“I wasn’t watching porn with forty-year-old freaks, if that’s what you mean.” Viking slams the door and turns to me. “You alright?”

I nod, too aware of the crimson in my cheeks, the ache and the dampness between my legs. In the background, the woman is moaning as the man pumps up into her much faster than the brothers ever did in the sacred rites. I glance back at the television and wet my lips.

“Turn that shit off.”

I don’t bother looking for the remote. I don’t want to stop watching.

“Arie!” Viking shouts.

I glare at him and dart my gaze back to the television as the man pulls out of her sex and spills his seed. Viking stalks toward the TV and yanks it from the wall.

“That’s not for you,” he mutters as he stalks toward the door. “No more TV for a week.”

I’m so frustrated that I locate the remote and toss it at him. It hits his back and bounces off, clattering to the floor where it breaks apart. I don’t care. I don’t care if I hurt him, that I broke the remote or that he’s angry at me again and I don’t know why.

He turns to me with fire in his eyes and I stomp forward and shove him, pointing to the TV because I don’t know how to fix it.

“No. You just lost your fucking TV privileges for being a spoiled little brat.”

I lean forward and strike him, but I suspect it hurts me worse than him.

“You wanna rough me up, bitch? Huh?”

I hit him again, my heart beating like a ceremonial drum. I have all of this anger in my veins, all of this fire in my blood, and I don’t know what to do with it.Why am I here? Why won’t he do something already? Let me go or keep me close, like the men in the books CJ reads to me. Why won’t he touch me? Why won’t he use me the way the brothers did?

Understanding dawns on me, and I reel back. I want Viking to touch me the way the man on TV touched that woman. I want him to take me. Not the way the Brotherhood would with pain, blood, and tears, but with pleasure—because surely that is what the woman was feeling as she cried out.

I reach out and grab his vest, but Viking brushes my hand away. “What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch? You bipolar or something?”

I don’t know what bipolar means, but I know the rest of it was not complementary. As much as I hate him right now, I want him too, and tears fill my eyes and cause a lump to form in the back of my throat.

I turn away, but there is nowhere for me to go. If I run to the bathroom, he’ll just knock the door down to get to me.

“Shit, Arie. I didn’t mean it like that.” He grabs my shoulder and I pull away from his touch, but Viking never listens to no. He turns me to face him and cups my cheeks, smoothing away my tears. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just ...” he sighs, and his breath tickles the hairs around my face, “I’m pissed, but not at you.”

I sniff and wait for him to go on.

“It ain’t right for you to be watching that shit, especially with a sleazy fuck like Nitro. I guess I was maybe a little jealous, too.”

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