Seducing a Barbarian (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #3)

Nine

SIMON

I tried to get to my feet to have a better advantage, but he backhanded me before I could fully stand, sending me to the ground again. My ears rang from the force of the blow, but I didn’t let it stun me for long. As he climbed on top of me, I attempted to knee him in the balls, but he blocked me and forced my legs apart so he could lie between them. I slapped and punched where I could, but the angle was all wrong. He was bigger than I was. I didn’t have my knives to help me.

For the dozenth time since the night Tomas sold me out to the guards, I felt helpless. I was tired of feeling helpless. Tears pricked my eyes, and I resorted to screaming until he covered my mouth with his big palm. Which, of course, gave me the perfect opportunity to bite him. He ripped his hand away, cursing loudly. It hurt my teeth, but it gave me an idea. He didn’t wear a tunic, despite the cooler weather. He wanted my services? Fine. I never said I’d be nice about it.