Page 37 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

“W-what are you looking at so lasciviously?” She twists to peer over her shoulder, only now realizing the image of us has captured my interest. “Oh.”

I don’t know what lasciviously means, but I can guess… “I like the looking glass,” I say. “I’m going to fuck you in front of it.”

Chapter Thirteen

Penelope

“Ilike the looking glass,” he rumbles. “I’m going to fuck you in front of it.”

For only the second time in my life, I conclude that I have bitten off more than I can chew in the barbarian king.

Former barbarian king, I correct, now my betrothed.

I half expect to be mounted on the cold marble floor, but no, he is a barbarian, and they are not intimidated by the immense weight of a giant, gilt-framed mirror. I stand gawking as he hefts it out of the bathing room and into the bedroom, propping it against the wall to the left of the bed.

I follow, watching as he sets it to his liking.

“I’m going to fuck you in front of the looking glass in this fancy bed,” he explains, like his intentions are not already clear.

My sore pussy clenches. Maybe I should have insisted we stay in our respective rooms after all?

No, that wasn’t an option. Alfred would have stormed down the corridors roaring for me.

I giggle.

His eyes narrow in a way that is hot. “I’m sorry,” I say, backing up, trying not to giggle again, for his eyes hold an unmistakable gleam of calculation and lust.

He crooks his finger at me.

I think about obeying him. I really do. It would be sensible.

Alas, I do not have a sensible bone in my body. Lifting my skirts, I take off at a run.

His roar follows me as I rip open the door and, giggling wildly, take off down the corridor at a run. The pounding footsteps tell me he is in pursuit. My choice of clothing, my uncontrollable laughter, and the after-effects of his vigorous claiming all conspire against me.

His hand closes over the back of my dress. “Got you!”

I squeal with laughter, doing an abysmal job of trying to break free, and all too easily, I am tossed over his shoulder. “Release me, you barbaric alpha!”

“Not a fucking chance. You have earned yourself a spanking in front of the mirror.”

A gasp arrests my attention, and I shove my hair out of my face to see a startled servant clutching their chest.

“Don’t mind me,” Alfred rumbles, swatting my ass before striding toward the green room. “I have a brat to tame.”

“It’s all perfectly fine,” I call, waving the servant off lest they call for the guards.

It will not end well if Alfred’s plans are interrupted by the arrival of the castle guards. But no, I recognize the servant as one who has lived here all his life and has seen his share of my mischief. More likely, he will think I am simply getting my dues.

Alfred pauses his march. A door opens and I am swung around as he closes it again. I get an upside-down view of a green room.

A snicker escapes me when I think about him bemoaning the color scheme. I have to admit it’s not one of my favorite rooms,but it is one of my father’s, and he always puts what he considers his highest guests in here.

I should be pleased that he considers Alfred as such. He is to be his son-by-law, so I suppose he is the highest guest.

His boots tread softly on the carpeted floor, and then my world spins again as I am dropped unceremoniously onto the bed.

I make a show of pouting, and I think about wriggling away just for the fun of it.

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