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67 Desperation 

Irina 

I let out a sharp cry. He filled me completely, stretching the tight walls of my cunt. 

He pulled his hips back and slammed into me again. The impact drove my stomach against the edge of the table. The heavy wood shook. The small glass perfume bottles sitting on the vanity rattled loudly against each other. 1 

He fucked me hard and fast. There was no romance. There was no kissing. It was pure, raw friction and heat. I pushed my ass backward to meet his thrusts, taking the heavy, slapping impacts of his groin hitting my bare skin. He reached one hand around my side, grabbing my bare breast and squeezing the flesh aggressively. He rolled my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it hard enough to 

sting. 

“Fuck,” Torin grunted. His breathing was loud and uneven in the quiet room. 

He thrust fifteen more times, his pace turning completely frantic. He gripped my hips so tightly I knew his fingers were leaving dark bruises on my pale skin. 

He groaned loudly, a guttural sound deep in his chest. He drove his hips forward one final time, burying his cock to the hilt. He emptied his thick load deep inside me. I felt the hot pulses of his semen hitting my cervix. He pulsed three distinct times, completely emptying his balls. 

He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, dropping his heavy chest against my bare back. We both panted heavily, trying to catch our breath. The sharp smell of sex and sweat mixed heavily with the cold, dusty air of the room. 

He pulled out. I stood up straight, turning around and pulling the silk robe back up over my bare shoulders. My legs were shaking slightly. Torin adjusted his trousers, tucking his softening cock away and lacing the thick leather ties back up. 

The heat of the sex faded rapidly. The freezing reality of Ironmaw settled right back into the marrow of my bones. 

“We have to get her out of this hellhole,” I said. I wiped a bead of cold sweat from my collarbone. “We have to find a way to take Sera back South.” 

Torin walked to the small porcelain basin of water in the corner of the room. He washed his hands. “I just told you, Irina. We cannot take her without Aldric’s explicit permission. He will consider it treason.” 

“We can run,” I said. My voice sounded thin and desperate. “We have the Valdris guards. We can take a carriage tonight while the Alpha sleeps.” 

“We wouldn’t make it five miles down the mountain pass before his northern scouts slit our throats in the snow,” Torin said bluntly. He dried his hands on a rough linen towel. “And even if we miraculously escaped the North, Aldric would hunt us down. You are his Queen. I am his top advisor. If we run and ruin his treaty, he will mount our heads on iron spikes outside the Valdris gates. You will not go scot-free. 

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“I cannot leave her here!” I raised my voice, no longer caring if the walls heard me. “She is my daughter!” 

“She does not want to leave,” Torin pointed out. He turned around and looked at me. “Did you see her face yesterday? After she ruined that girl. Did you see the way she walked up to Fenris? She didn’t look like a hostage begging for rescue. She looked like she belonged right there in that dirt.” 

I shook my head in absolute defiance. “No. The savages here have corrupted her. They broke her mind with their violence. We just have to make her understand she doesn’t belong here. She is confused. Lyra is back at home in the palace. Lyra misses her sister. She cannot stay in this place.” 

Torin stared at me. He looked at my desperate, heavily powdered face and my shaking hands. He looked at me like I was completely delusional. He shook his head slowly. 

“You do not understand the complexity of the situation,” Torin said. His voice was cold. It was final. 

He turned around, unlocked the heavy iron latch, and walked out the door. 

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