Captured To Be His Baby Breeder

Huncho absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes. But as the second–in–command to Astrid, the leader of the Viper Rogues, he was around her most of the time and had to endure through it. The woman loved a good smoke. His tattoo gun paused mid action as he met Astrid's gaze with a faint smirk on his lips, "You're stoned as fuck—you would most likely not feel anything even if your chest was split open." he quipped. "You might even laugh." She flashed a brief, amused grin. The irony in Kai's statement wasn't lost to her— especially considering the fact that she had only just slit a woman's chest open yesterday. And indeed, she did laugh. How could she not? Her sworn enemy's wife was bleeding to death in front of her. It had filled her with delight. Next, she was going to go for Ragnar himself. But her father kept telling her she wasn't ready to take on Ragnar, and then he would go on to tell her how immeasurably powerful he was and how she needed more training to defeat him. She w

Ragnar watched as Lilith gracefully approached him, her hips swaying with every movement. She had nice child–bearing hips and his heir would have the best maternal genes, that's for sure. It pleased him, and a slow, pleased smile spread across his face."Lilith," he rumbled, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "come closer."Lilith obeyed, nodding, moving with a sensual grace until she stood before Ragnar."My Lord," the doctor began, bowing slightly. He had not even noticed that a doctor had escorted Lilith in. "I've conducted a thorough examination, and Lilith is in her prime childbearing years, twenty-one years old. She has successfully passed all the fertility tests and is deemed fit for the task.""Very well," he declared, his voice resonating through the throne room. Ragnar turned to a guard stationed at his side and gestured for him to approach. He stepped closer and bowed."Take Lady Lilith to her quarters. Ensure she is provided with a suite befitting her stature in the man

Fucking Ragnar. Imagine what that bastard man reduced her too? A fucking cleaner.Every moment of the three days she's been here have been nothing but hell. She missed every bit of her previous life—her father, her people and the thrill from smoking a blunt.She hadn't had a good smoke in three days. Three whole days.She wondered how she was able to stay this long without losing her shit. Or maybe it was because she had already lost her shit—Ragnar was driving her fucking insane.She paused, realizing that she got too carried away with her anger and was scrubbing the top of the tables way too hard. She had already started to bruise herself. She tossed the damn rag aside and let out a frustrated groan. Hate was an understatement for what she felt towards Ragnar and what her life had been reduced to.But as much as she hated to say it and admit it, she had no choice. She sighed, picking up the cleaning rag and proceeding to go over to the bedside tables. She began to wipe them

Astrid, her face burning with embarrassment, hastily withdrew her hand and scrambled to her feet as Ragnar entered the bathroom unexpectedly. She stammered, she managed, "I-I...I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were here."Ragnar's expression remained unreadable, but a hint of amusement glinted in his eyes. "I—I'll take my leave now…" Astrid stuttered. She made a hasty move towards the door, hoping to slip past Ragnar without further interaction.However, Ragnar, with a sly grin, intercepted her path, blocking her way. Astrid avoided meeting his gaze, attempting to skirt around him, but he seemed to relish in her unease."Rushing off too soon, Astrid? What about my bath?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful note."Then you leave, so I can prepare it." she muttered, frustration evident in her tone.Ragnar, enjoying her discomfort, maintained his position. "You didn't look like you were ready to do it thirty seconds ago," he quipped, crossing his arms. Astrid shot him an irritated

Astrid's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to pull away from his grasp, but his hold remained firm. She stammered, "W–what I do to myself is none of your business."He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, but it is my business, Astrid. We share a mate bond, and your desires….well, they affect me." He said, the tone of his voice lowering. His hand slowly touched her cheek and she was both appalled and aroused her. Despite the internal conflict, Ragnar's touch continued to stir something within Astrid. His fingers traced a path down her neck, leaving a trail of warmth that contradicted the cool air breezing in from the window."I understand, Astrid. This mate bond is driving you nuts—same as me." he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I badly wish that it goes away. But you make it hard to wish such when you have this…" he paused, bringing his face to her view, looking into her eyes. "... irresistible scent.""You Astrid, you say