Ravish Her Completely(17)

She didn’t waste a moment to grab the sword and start swinging at the men that came forward again, their weapons poised at her. The sounds of a man shouting above the rest, yelling out “konna” had her turning and seeing Stian charging forward. He had a mallet in one hand, one that almost looked like it was used to tenderize meat, and an ax in the other.

Stian was swinging at the men that came after him. He was outnumbered, but these men weren’t a match for Stian and his skills. She turned just as a woman picked up a rock and was about to hurl it at her. Agata used the butt of the sword and slammed it in the woman’s forehead, having her stumble back and drop the rock. Good. The bitch wanted to come after her then Agata would show her she wasn’t some weakling

Looking at Stian again, she watched in awe as he took out each man that came forward. They were relentless as they shouted things at him, tried to take him out with their weapons, but Stian was taking them out as if they were flies. She noticed he didn’t outright kill them, which she wouldn’t have faulted him for if he had, since clearly these people were insane. He knocked them out, stabbed them in the shoulder or leg, incapacitating them so they were no longer a threat.

“Hitta vi, konna.” He held his hand out, having dropped his ax a second ago. Someone charged at Stian, and he knocked them out, his hand still outstretched to her. “Agata, hitta vi.”

He wanted her to come to him, and that was clear as he gestured her forward. She didn’t waste a moment, because even if he kept her chained up, even if she’d run from him, right now he’d come after her, was protecting her, saving her, and she felt this connection with him as she stared at the warrior he was.

The plaits on the side of his head swung around his face as he blocked a sword with his ax. She didn’t wait another minute to go to him. She moved forward, swung the sword out to a man that crept up to her a little too closely, and when her hand was in Stian’s he pulled her close. He sliced his sword through a man’s arm, and without fighting anymore took off with her pressed tightly to his side.

She didn’t look back, didn’t wait to see if they would follow. She ran, as hard and fast as he was, not sure what in the hell had caused those fuckers to attack, but fearing that if Stian hadn’t shown up she’d be as good as dead right now. But her curiosity and will to live got the better of her, and she looked over her shoulder for a second. They stood at the line of trees, but clearly wouldn’t venture any further. The villagers shouted until Agata couldn’t hear or see them anymore, and when they finally reached Stian’s home and they were in the hut he started pacing and cursing.

He didn’t wear his fur-lined jacket, and she saw a few cuts on his flesh, blood trailing down. He was angry with her, and she knew rightly so. If she hadn’t been so foolish as to run off, thinking that maybe those people would help even though they had been hostile the first time she’d seen them, they wouldn’t have had to fight for their lives.

“You’re hurt,” she said mainly to herself, and went over to where the basin of water was kept. She grabbed some rags, needing to tend to him because she’d caused this, and she could take responsibility where it was due. Yes, she wanted to go home, and yes, he had no right to keep her here against her will, but he’d saved her life twice, tended her when she’d been injured, and now saved her life when those fuckers had attacked her.

When she turned with the basin and cloth in hand, she saw that he had his hands curled into fists, his eyes narrowed and trained right on her. Stealing herself, Agata moved closer, looked at his chest, and stopped when she was only inches from him. Dipping the cloth in the water, and then bringing it to his chest, she ran the thin, small piece of fabric along one of the cuts but kept her gaze on his face. He looked so angry with her, and a part of her, a small, silly part, wished she hadn’t left, that way he wouldn’t be hurt or upset by her. Of course the much louder, stronger part said she’d done the right thing, even if it hadn’t ended the way she’d wanted.

Patting the wounds with the cloth, she looked at his chest and noticed they were just superficial. He took hold of her face with his big hands, cupped her cheeks, and looked down at her lips. He whispered something low, almost needy in nature. Before she knew what was happening, or could focus on the fact she was really going here with Stian, he kissed her.

His lips were firm, full, and the flavor of him reminded her of the kiss they’d shared before she’d kneed him in the groin. The bowl dropped from her hand as her fingers started tingling, and water splashed along her feet. She braced her hands on his thick biceps, knowing that what she was going to allow happen went against all reasoning and common sense. But right now she didn’t care. God, she didn’t care.