Viking Raider

by Arabella Kingsley

  A bolt of electricity shot through his body when she pressed her small hand against the muscled wall of his chest making him pull her even closer adoring the way she curled her body against him seeking his warmth and protection. For the first time, he realised she was giving him a meaning and purpose in his life that he had lacked believing he only existed to find Stina.

  “I was so afraid.”

  “You are safe now. I will not allow anything to happen to you. I promise, little one.”

  He cooed over her as though she were a child, kissing her face and hair to make her feel comforted when he heard her gently cry.

  “I keep going over what my stepmother said about my father. I cannot believe the things he has done to your family and my mother. I have been so angry. I just wanted to shut you out. I have turned it over and over in my mind. Now I want, no, I need to make some amends for what he has done to you. Tell me what I can do to ease your pain.”

  Vidar looked down at her lying in his arms and thought for a moment. If there ever was a time to ask for what he needed from her it was now.

  “There is something you can do, if you want to help but it is a lot to ask of you.”

  “What is it?”

  “I want you to marry me tomorrow.”

  He explained what had occurred in his meeting with Sven Ericksson. She was very quiet when he finished.

  “You do not have to do this. I will not put any pressure on you to become my wife.”

  “I will do it on one condition.”

  Vidar frowned.

  “What?”

  “That if you find Stina, you will let me go.”

  It was the last thing he wanted to hear.

  “I am not sure I can promise that. We will be married. I take a commitment like that very seriously. Besides, I am not sure I want to let you go. I thought we were beginning to understand each other? I vowed to keep you safe from Lyov and the rest of your father’s Mafia friends.”

  “Promise me, Vidar. I like you despite all that you have done to me and maybe there is something between us but this not the way to start a relationship. Perhaps when this is all over we can maybe start again.”

  He frowned once more. Not quite the reaction he was looking for but he had no choice but to take it.

  “Ok. I will agree. You have my word. If we find Stina, I will let you leave and go where you want on the condition you let me prove to you that it is more than worth your while to stay with me and give this marriage a go. I won’t let you go so easily.”

  He raised her face up towards him determined to fulfil his intention and keep his bride firmly by his side and kissed her deeply. She responded gasping against the strength of his ardour then pulled away to press her head back against his chest. He said no more simply content to hold her and feel her fall asleep in the safety of his arms.

  Mark had made the arrangements for them both to be married in a small picturesque cream and brown Anglican Church in Stavanger before they left for Skjolden. Fallon wore a pretty white summer dress with white roses in her hair that matched her small bouquet. Vidar wore a black suit and they were married in English in a discreet ceremony in front of his friend Mark, Michael and a few other close staff he called some of his friends who acted as witnesses.

  He noticed how quiet and demure Fallon had become. Since her period had appeared and she had released some of her anger at her father, she was gentle and even shy. He chose the vows, insisting she love, honour and obey him as her husband. When the small ceremony was over they retired to the yacht for a small lavish reception the galley staff had laid on in their honour while Mark made sure the whole world knew about their nuptials with a photographer and a few strategic tweets and other social media posts.

  Fallon was quiet but appeared happy. Vidar had wished their marriage meant more to her. Inwardly he cursed himself for being foolish. He was living the fairy tale and the illusion while she was being realistic. They had barely met and the circumstances were wrong yet he knew they were meant to be together, however crazy it sounded.

  “Come back to the cabin, it is time I changed your tampon,” he whispered to her while the others laughed and enjoyed the party as the yacht set sail for Skjolden.

  She had dutifully obeyed him since their disagreement and hard lovemaking at the party. They reached the cabin and he had the urge to lift her up in to his arms. He scooped her up startling her and carried her in to the cabin after opening the door. He kicked it shut behind him and lay her down on the bed.

  She smiled at him.

  “What was that for?”

  “To carry you across the threshold.”

  She raised an eyebrow and laughed.

  “Do you not think you are getting carried away?”

  He came and sat down on the bed.

  “No. I just want to enjoy the moment. I have never married before. Why not do it properly?” he grinned sliding up her dress to pull down her panties and remove the tampon. He disposed of it in the bathroom and returned without a new one. “Now it is time to consummate this marriage.”

  “But I still have my period.”

  “Barely now but it is not a problem.”

  “No, way,” she laughed and rolled off the bed running to the sliding doors that led to the balcony outside. He ran after her surprised and caught her making her squeal with laughter.

  “I told you. You will never escape me,” he laughed turning her around to face him.

  They smiled at each other for a moment lost in the moment then instinctively he leaned forward and kissed her. She closed her hands around his face and kissed him back responding as he passionately directed the kiss. He swept his hands over her shoulders and drew her closer. It was plain and simple, he wanted her. Their kiss grew more feverish. Before he knew it, he was turning her to face the balcony rail feeling the breeze from the sea whip at his face. He slid the bottom of her dress up her legs and sexily over her thighs to her waist.

  “I hate these things,” he hissed tearing at her flimsy lace panties as she gripped the rail for support, her body jumping as he roughly removed them and threw them back in the cabin. He smoothed his hand over one buttock.

  “This is mine,” he told her gruffly giving the fleshy mound a tight squeeze and then a hard slap feeling the urge to penetrate her and claim her as his wife become strong, urgent and feral. She gasped and bucked her pussy against the rail as the yacht sped over the waves in the gentle sunshine once they had departed the fjord and where out on the open sea. She gasped out loud when he struck the opposite buttock pausing to grip it tightly while he moved his hand around her body to her pussy. He cupped it possessively with his hand feeling the gentle spray of cool water across his face.

  “So is this. You belong to me, Fallon. There is no leaving. You will stay with me as my wife.”

  She said nothing, only moaned with delight when he squeezed her pussy and slapped both her butt cheeks again. He pushed his fingers in to the folds and pinched the small bud feeling her vulva dampen and prepare her for his penetration.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. “I want you soaking for me. I am going to take you so hard and deep until you are not sure where I begin and you end.”

  The Billionaire’s voice had become dark caress. His cock hardened painfully demanding he take her. He had never wanted a woman so much in his life before. He did not just want to make love to her but he wanted to fuck her in to submission to ensure she would stay with him as his wife. Fallon was the woman he wanted to build a future with and start a family as soon as possible. There was no way in hell he was allowing her to walk out on him whether he found Stina or not.

  Vidar unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. Roughly pushing Fallon, a little more over the rail, he guided his cock towards her entrance. She moaned loudly as the tipped penetrated just inside her. Then with one hard shove he embedded his length inside her to the hilt as though he were spearing her and making a kill. Her cry of satisfaction was lost out on top of the waves. His
urge to be feral with her intensified and she appeared to appreciate the firm handling as she arched her body back against him meeting every thrust he made. Vidar gathered up her long hair and pulled it tight forcing her head up to use it like a rein while his free hand slapped at her buttocks and pussy to encourage her to buck wantonly beneath him. He rammed hard and fast inside her wanting all she could give him as his submissive. Vidar spanked her pussy and her buttocks alternately making sure the slaps were hard but careful as she did.

  She was panting now, clutching at the rail, almost sobbing with her moans moving her body back at him at a fast rate as though she were in heat.

  “Come for me now,” he ordered pulling hard on her hair at the same time he struck her pussy with his palm.

  “Yes, Sir,” she cried out with satisfaction.

  Almost on cue he felt the silky sodden muscles in her channel tighten and take her in to her climax. At the same time, he let go and orgasmed with her, grunting and growling his own release as his hot seed spurted inside her. He slumped over her exhausted. The Billionaire nuzzled and kissed his bride’s neck and back until he heard her breathing return to normal.

  “We are not finished yet, little one,” he said smiling wickedly against the side of her neck as he spoke.

  Pulling out of her he zipped himself up again and lifted her semi-naked body up in to his arms. He carried her back in to the bedroom and threw her on the bed bending to remove her dress and bra. He made short work of his own clothes feeling himself begin to grow hard again while she lay watching and waiting for him to return to her.

  He stood towering over her at the side of the bed, his long broad cock back to hardness. But he did not return to the bed immediately. He walked straight to the mahogany chest of drawers at the side and opened the top drawer.

  “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Getting rid of something you don’t need anymore.”

  He found the packet of birth control pills she had placed in her underwear drawer knowing she was yet to take her dose for that day and pulled them out to make sure she would not be able to rendering her unprotected from then on. He shook them at her.

  “I forbid you to take these anymore. I want you pregnant. We are going to start a family, our own family,” he commanded.

  He expected an argument but she gave him none. He tossed the packet in the bin and came towards her crawling on top of her body. He captured her lips and sucked on her bottom lip.

  “I am glad to see we are in agreement.”

  Without further hesitation, he confirmed his intention to make her conceive and bind her to him with a hard thrust up inside her body. He pulled her hands above her head and pinned her down driving deep inside her. She panted and moaned against him moving her legs around his back as though to draw more of him inside her. He curled his cock up across her G-spot snaking his hips making her whimper and beg as he drew one of her nipples between his teeth and grazed it.

  “Come for me,” he instructed hearing her pants become primal cries as he juddered her body with his own deep movement inside her body on top of the bed.

  As she began to ride her orgasm he allowed his own to erupt feeling his warm semen seep in to her channel in a spurt to splash against the wall of her womb. He hoped it wouldn’t be long before she conceived and their lives as husband and wife could truly begin.

  Chapter Eight

  The next day they travelled up the fjord towards Skjolden. The mist was hanging heavy over the fjord and there was a nip in the air as the yacht glided over the calm surface of the water that appeared more like a pond than a fjord. They weren’t far behind a large cruise ship as he cuddled his wife close to him and the warmth of his Aran sweater on the balcony outside their cabin. Skjolden was his childhood home and he was now enjoying pointing out the steep mountains covered in lush green trees surrounding the fjord and telling her about his home.

  “It is so beautiful,” she gushed. “I bet you loved growing up here.”

  “It was wonderful. We hiked a lot but there wasn’t that much to do otherwise. I prefer city life now,” he grinned as the yacht began to dock behind the cruise ship. “Come on. I suppose we should get ready. Are you sure you are up for this?”

  As they neared Skjolden he had become concerned he was doing the right thing by going to the party. He was worried about putting Fallon at risk.

  “Yes. This is the chance you have been waiting for and I told you I wanted to help. When your sister is safe with us we can carry on our lives together,” she smiled reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He nodded.

  “I can’t wait,” he said taking in a deep breath of fresh mountain air wishing he could have introduced his bride to his parents in their home just outside the small town.

  Vettisfossen Manor house was situated just outside the town up in the hills overlooking the fjord and the docks with his yacht and the cruise ships. Vidar got out of the car and took his wife’s hand to lead her across the wide circular cobbled courtyard with a fountain playing in the centre towards the pale yellow-gold façade of the manor with two floors and a black slate roof.

  He hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from Fallon since she had emerged from the cabin in her long black off the shoulder evening gown with slit up the side, complimented by some high heeled Louboutin evening shoes. She wore her hair down letting it cascade around her shoulders. She was breath taking and he knew he would be jealously guarding her from other men all night.

  Sven Ericksson was at the party and introduced him to Janis Bukelis. The urge to shake the man and demand where he was keeping his sister was overwhelming but if he wanted to get Janis on his own he would have to play his game.

  “I hear you are interested in buying my oil platforms in the North Sea that I am selling off for Baron Prince Petroleum now you have acquired it.”

  “Yes,” Vidar answered not liking the way he kept sweeping his eyes lustily over Fallon after their introductions.

  “You are not the only one after them. I have decided to diversify in to other projects and I want to dispense with them. As a result, you are not the only one after them. In half an hour, I will be holding a meeting about it. Until then enjoy the party,” he said gesturing at the wide ballroom and buffet at the end of the room.

  Half an hour later, one of Janis’s aides came to him.

  “Please come with me Mr and Mrs Alvarsson.”

  They were led with eight other couples in to Bukelis’s large study that also appeared to double as a library. They were all guided to stand in a semi-circle while he stood in the middle and addressed them with his hands behind his back.

  “Gentlemen, you will already be aware why I have brought you here with your beautiful wives and why. If you want to buy my oil platforms you will have to prove your worth and indulge me in a little game. The four couples who impress me the most will enter the next phase of the competition.”

  It was playing out just as Ericksson had foretold. Vidar just prayed the games wouldn’t go too far.

  “Strip your wives, gentlemen,” Marcus gave the order, quietly, softly, seductively eyeing Vidar’s own wife with lustful eyes. The wives began to protest and were quietly hushed by their husbands. Vidar couldn’t help narrow his eyes feeling the sweep of jealous protectiveness wash over him with force. It made him tighten his hold on Fallon’s waist as the other men obeyed him without question.

  He felt Fallon jump in his arms when they both heard the rip of material and a shocked female gasp. One of the Billionaire’s had already begun the process, tucking his fingers down the front of the revealing bodice of his pretty wife’s silk evening dress with force and tore at it immediately baring her plump braless breasts. They wobbled on top of her chest as the man continued his task with diligence. The others quickly followed suit but Vidar stood still.

  Fallon moved her hands along his arms.

  “Vidar,” she whispered. “You must do this,” she urged.

  Vidar looked down at
her then back at the others tearing the evening dresses from their helpless wives, one of them already ripping her flimsy panties away to slap her bottom flushing it a light rosy red to keep her in line when she moved away.

  Fallon was right. He knew that. If he didn’t act they would ruin what they came here to do. Marcus was now looking at them with a wry smile on his lips. Vidar turned back to Fallon and abruptly let go of her waist. He looked down at her cleavage in the black dress and roughly tucked his fingers down the front and began roughly tugging the material down her body. The act was brutal and made him instantly hard. To both his surprise and satisfaction, Fallon gave a loud moan indicating she appreciated his robust handling.

  Eyeing her determination, he pulled the dress from her fragile body and made short work of her underwear he’d allowed her to wear throwing it in to the pile of material at her feet. When she tried to cover her naked breasts and her pussy with her arm and hand he pulled them away and turned her to face Janis in front of him, holding her arms to the side.

  Vidar grew tense as he watched Bukelis walk around the semi-circle of the women held in place for his inspection. He knew this was a test for the men rather than the women despite all appearances. How eager where they for the business deal? Would they allow their precious prized possession to be touched and fondled enough for it? Would she allow it for her husband to get what he wanted? Vidar wasn’t sure he was going to pass the test. He clamped his teeth together and steeled himself. The very thought of another man touching Fallon riling his anger and his need to protect her rising to breaking point. He just wanted to find his sister and take her home.

  Where are you, Stina? I know you are here somewhere. I can feel you.

  Janis came to the first woman and stroked his finger along her cheek. She turned her head away embarrassed but a squeeze of her shoulders by her husband made her turn back.

  “Such beautiful bone structure,” he told her softly before moving his hand downwards to curve it around her breast. He lightly lifted it and flicked his thumb idly over the nipple. He caught the woman’s gaze and held it. Her glossy pink lips trembled as he moved his free hand down the side of body and across her stomach until his palm came to rest just above her neatly shaven pussy. Vidar could see tension in her husband’s face but he lacked the courage to speak up. Clearly the deal was worth more than her, Vidar thought with contempt.