All Chapters of Sold To The Ruthless Alpha Kings Of The North: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He stepped closer to the bed, and Morgana's breath came faster."That's exactly what we're going to do," Sebastian continued, and now he was looking directly at her, his electric blue eyes blazing. "Break you so beautifully until you become addicted to us. Until you're begging us to use you however we want."The promise or threat, hung in the air between them."Stand up," Sebastian said, and it wasn't a request.Morgana stood on shaky legs. The white cloth was so thin that she could feel the air on nearly every part of her body. She could feel their eyes on her. Could feel the weight of their attention like something physical.Sebastian approached her slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking prey. When he reached her, his hand came up and traced the curve of her breast through the thin fabric.She gasped.The sound escaped her involuntarily, born from shock and shame and something darker that she didn't want to name."You look like a sweet offering, Morgana," Sebastian said soft

Calen moved toward her slowly.There was something almost deliberate in his pace, something that suggested he was savoring the moment before he touched her. He looked down at her....completely wrecked, trembling, barely able to lift her head, and a smile spread across his face.It wasn't a kind smile.He gripped her hips and pulled her toward him, positioning her on her back so that she was facing him directly. His brown eyes, now shot through with gold, traveled over her body, taking in every detail of what Sebastian had done to her. He could see the marks his brother's hands had left....dark bruises blooming across her hips and shoulders. He could see the way her legs were still shaking. He could see the evidence of everything that had been taken from her.And then he looked at her face.She was looking up at him with an expression of pure terror. Her eyes were wide and glassy. Her breathing was shallow and irregular. She looked like she was barely holding onto consciousness.Calen

She didn't hesitate this time. She understood now that hesitation was not an option with him. She leaned forward, offering her breast to his mouth, and the moment his lips closed around her nipple, she gasped.The sensation was overwhelming...his mouth on her breast, his dick deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he began to drive into her with a rhythm that was relentless and precise. Every movement was calculated to take her deeper, to make her feel every inch of him, to mark her completely as his.Morgana's head fell back as the pleasure and pain blurred together.The pressure was building inside her....another orgasm, though she didn't think her body had anything left to give. But Theron was taking it from her anyway, driving her toward that edge with a precision that suggested he knew exactly how to break her open."Look at me," he commanded, and she forced her eyes to focus on his face.His silver eyes were locked onto hers, and in that moment, something shifted. There

When they finally lifted her out of the water, Morgana was exhausted. They dried her carefully, dressed her in soft sleeping clothes that didn't touch her bruised skin any more than necessary, and helped her back to the bed.Agnes brought food.Bread and cheese and fruit, laid out on a tray with a cup of water. Morgana looked at it and felt nothing but nausea."You need to eat," Agnes said firmly, and there was no room for argument in her tone."I can't," Morgana whispered."You can," Agnes said. "And you will. Because surviving the night means surviving the next day too, and surviving means eating."Morgana ate because Agnes made her. She tasted nothing. The food was ash in her mouth, but she forced it down because apparently, survival demanded that she nourish the body that had betrayed her.Sera sat with her while she ate, not speaking, just present. The silence was both comforting and terrifying, comforting because it was kind, terrifying because it reminded Morgana that there was

His voice cut through her thoughts like a command from a god. Not gentle. Not seductive. Simply the absolute certainty that she would obey.She drifted toward him through the warm water, her body moving on autopilot. When she was close enough to touch, she stopped, standing in front of him in the water, waiting for his command.He was silent for a long moment, just looking at her. His electric blue eyes were bright....almost glowing, with the intensity of his focus. Then, slowly, he began to circle her in the water. Not her touching yet. Just observing. Like a predator assessing its prey before the kill."Do you know what I'm going to do to you tonight?" he asked, his voice low and rough.Morgana didn't answer. She couldn't. Her throat had closed up with fear and anticipation and something darker that she didn't want to name."I asked you a question," he said, and now there was an edge to his voice. An edge that suggested answers were expected."No," Morgana whispered."No, Your Majes