Viking's Desire: Sexy-Romance Novel: A Viking Love Story by Catherine Sharp Read Free Book Online Page B

never ending ridiculous circle.
    As he entered his bedchamber, Lillian was in her bedclothes lying in bed with her back to the door.  She seemed to be asleep.  He came in, stripped down, and climbed into bed.  As Lillian felt his body beside her, it was as if he were the devil himself; she flew out of bed and shuddered.  Noticing his nakedness, she turned and cried, “My lord, I believe I made myself perfectly clear.  If you wish to sleep in your chamber, please have the servants make up another for me.”
    He was drunk, frustrated, and generally disagreeable, “I’ll do no such thing.  Get your ass in this bed on your own or I’ll hog tie you.”
    “Excuse my indelicate language, sir, but like hell you will.”
    Eriik leaped across the bed in one motion, grabbed Lillian’s hands and brought her flying into his arms, sitting her down upon his naked lap.  She started to struggle, but soon realized it was futile and besides it was causing quite a difference in Eriik’s particular body part that she had been focusing on of late. 
    “Now, would you like to sleep or be tied?”
    She turned her nose up and said nothing.
    “I’m going to ask you one more time and bel ieve me Lillian when I tell you, one more time!”
    She spit in his face.  She was furious!
    He was more than enraged!
    He threw her over his shoulder, her fighting him every step of the way , to no avail, as he pulled the cord from the window hangings.  He tied one end of the cord around her waist and attached the other end to his wrist.
    “You had your choice, lady,” he hissed.  “Sleep well.”
    ****
    Each night was like the last.  He would arrive at his bedchamber, he would ask her the same question and Lillian would turn up her nose and shake her head.  He would tie her to him and she would go to sleep, or try to.  Eriik also had a difficult time sleeping as he lay with his back to her, seething.  He was vehement that she would lie with him on her own accord or she would be tethered to him every damn night. 
    However, night after night he would hear her weeping softly and felt like such a bastard, but the thought of her sleeping anywhere but beside him was unthinkable.
    Lillian now was not only a prisoner by day, confined to his bedchamber but truly a prisoner by night as well, in his bed.  Wasn’t that what she had been afraid of, being a prisoner?  But was he really the one imprisoning her, or was she doing this to herself out of sheer stubbornness?  Either way, this was a mockery.  She could not go on much longer.  Perhaps she should just open the window and throw herself to her death.  Taking one’s own life was an unforgiveable sin and even if she had the courage in this life, she certainly didn’t have the courage to spend eternity in hell.  Although right now she felt like she was already there. 
    Alright , she said to herself sensibly, what must I do ?  I cannot endure this situation any longer.
    She had the entire day to ponder this very important question, and so she did.   Besides Eriik, she was completely alone and increasingly finding it unpleasant.  The days were infinitely long, as she languished away in his bedchamber, with nothing to do but nap and longingly look out the window.  She wasn’t sure what to do about it, after all, no one but Eriik could speak to her even if she were allowed out of the room.  She had no one to talk to and nothing to do and even if she did, she would have been too embarrassed.  Thinking of Eriik, she couldn’t help but picture his magnificent body, the fine muscles, and dammit, that strange feeling in her stomach started again with a weird quivering feeling.  She needed to calm down a bit.  She got up to snoop around his bed chamber and found a cabinet full of liquor.  She had never been allowed to drink before except wine at dinner.  She felt absolutely decadent.  Everything was in beautiful decanters, so she didn’t really know what she was picking, but she chose