When she is left all but alone to defend her family’s castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.
Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.
Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie’s submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?
Author: Felicity Brandon
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 91,600 Words
Excerpt
“What is that gown made from?” he asks, all of a sudden.
Taken aback by this perplexing question, I sit back on my haunches and deliberate on the answer.
“I am not sure, my Lofðungr,” I confess after a time.
“Mmmm,” he replies, clearly thinking on his private riddle. “Is it coarse or smooth?”
Confused, I run the fingers of my right hand over my thigh. “Rather smooth?” I conclude.
“Then it must be removed,” he decides. “Can you do so alone or should I fetch Brigida to help you?”
I stare at him agog, replaying his words in my head as though I did not understand them. I mean to protest, to tell him that I have nothing else to wear, and then I notice the look in his eyes and the reality dawns upon me. Anders is well aware of this fact already. Flustered, I feel the heat rising to my face.
“Well?” he demands impatiently. “Can you remove it alone or not?”
“Y-yes,” I reply, still wide-eyed, “but…”
He glares at my hesitation, suddenly fit to burst. “This is your final warning, Aurelie. If you choose to defy me then you will be taken outside, paraded, and spanked naked for the entertainment of my men.”
I jump at those words, rising to my feet and reaching for the hem of the gown as if in a dream. His tone is uncompromising, and so despite the voice in my head screeching for me to halt, I grab the hem and pull it north. It rises over my thighs, past the patch of damp hair between my legs, and gradually over my bosom. I pass the material over my head, and finally I stand there completely nude in front of him. My body, never before seen by any man in this way, aches to be hidden again. The buds at the end of my breasts form into hard knots at his stark appraisal of me. Feeling ashamed and utterly embarrassed, I move my arms to cover my midriff and breasts.
“No!” he barks from the bed. “You are mine and this is how I want to see you—revealed to me in all of your beautiful, natural form.”
I blush, knowing my face must be crimson.
“Drop the gown and get back onto your knees.”
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