Lahat ng Kabanata ng Turning Tables on the Princess: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

I knew the distance to the bailey. There’s a chance I could survive the fall. I knew it was slim but if I managed to roll just as I hit…I could make it. Then I could vanish back out into the fields. Get lost in the woods. I had one more chance to lose them all. But as I reached the window and palmed both sides of the stone slit, I felt a hard arm hooking around my waist. “Have you lost your mind?” He whirled around with me and aimed for the bed. Furiously tossing me over it. He stood over me. His shoulders jerking with each breath. He was furiously ripping what was left of his metal armor off. Tossing it over his shoulder and sending it careening over the chamber floor. Until he stood there in a sweat-saturated brown tunic and leather pants. He snarled between his teeth. Making his lips curl warningly. I instinctively whimpered in response to the power he was emanating. As

LARA I was trying desperately to get the shackles off. Pulling and tugging at them doggedly. Yanking them taught in an effort to either break the chains or slip at least one of them. Neither is working. I could feel the trickle of blood beneath the metal of one. Telling me that I’d already cut through my skin. When I paused to catch my breath and inspect it, I felt his presence. A weight to the air that was purely Alaric. His presence dominated any room he entered. I knew he was there even before I heard the guttural moan he elicited. His beast telling me he’s aroused. I turned slowly to face him and the intensity on his face worried me. I realized he was assessing every inch of me with great interest. Possessively. Though I’d seen him look at me like that before. Now it was raw. Unabashed and pure. No longer contained. He’s done being my docile

It was two days before I'd see him again. Looking freshly washed and smiling cheerfully as he came down the stairs. Helmet under his arm. Silver chain mail hanging over a beige tunic and black leather pants. Thankfully he had sent a maid early this morning to bathe me with damp cloths. I’d tried ineffectually to try to talk to her numerous times, but she’d stared through me as if not even seeing me. Refusing to utter even one word in answer to my bombardment of questions. Not even when I threatened to have her beheaded. Reminding her I was the queen of Enderon. She’d said nothing. Refusing to relent. But at least I was as clean as I could be. My hair freshly soaped and scented with rose oil. I’d been thankful for the small concession until I heard his step on the stairs. He had me washed for his pleasure. I wished now that I could’ve toppled the bowl the maid had brought down. I should’ve known! He was whist

I’d long ago vowed to never be commanded by any male. Not after they’d all owned me. Treated me like a hole to please them and nothing more. I’d spent hour after hour in a dark shack. With sweating males rutting away at me. Down on my hands and knees on a dirt floor. My body jerking upward. Occasionally they’d yank my hair. Or spin on their palm before they brutally smacked my ass. Sometimes, if they were particularly cruel, they’d push into my ass while they did all of those things. Trying to hurt me. Body after sweaty male body. Drowning me in that horrible moldy, blood-soaked odor as they took from me what I had no choice but to give. So, I’d become in control of who could tell me what to do. Until now. Until Alaric. In that moment I both hated him and desired him. "Alaric, please." I whispered fearfully as he returned to pin me against the w

I was always the one in control. And I wasn’t ready to give that up.I began struggling against him. My thighs thudded into the edge of the table, and my hips ground into it as I tried to escape him. Tried to slide away from him.Before I fully turned and welcomed him as a mate. There would be no turning back if I did it, this time.He’ll keep me forever. He was callous and relentless. He was grunting. Slamming harder and harder into me.The wood table scraped along the stone beneath it. Swaying slightly with each hard thrust. Rocking and creaking with his movements. Giving him just enough mobility to push forward and then bringing my own weight back to him.Offering him the next hard entry. Invading the center of my body as he speared into me with such force that I was losing my mind.All sense of thought was vanishing.My face was flushing. My hair was prickling. I clawed the table next to me. Digging in my fingernails so hard that they were snapping off. Only to be immediately re