Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Verity:

His eyes were wide, one hand stretched forward as if to block his view of my body.

"I don’t wanna sleep alone," I mumbled, pouting at him.

"Miss Verity, you’re drunk," he uttered, gulping hard.

"I know," I replied. "But I also know I’m lonely."

I pouted again.

Every time I did that, he looked more and more anxious.

"Okay, listen. I’ll ask someone to go stay with you in your room, okay? Maybe I’ll ask Jenna," he said, reaching for the door.

However, he immediately rushed back inside and closed it.

I realized he had seen someone outside.

"Okay, let’s go," I said, reaching for the door.

"No, wait," he uttered.

Before I could react, he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me away from the door.

Then he brought his other hand around from behind and covered my mouth to keep me quiet.

He was holding me from behind.

And honestly, my entire body froze for a few seconds.

Even he froze.

Then he pulled me farther away from the door.

"Hmm," I tried to make a sound.

He dragged me into his bathroom and immediately shut the door, locking it before turning me around and pressing my back against the wall.

He kept one hand over my mouth and used that same arms elbow to pin one of my wrists against the wall.

His strength was enough that I could barely move my hand.

With his other hand, he grabbed my other wrist and pinned it beside my head.

"Where is my grandson?" I heard lady Lucille complain as she entered the room.

It seemed Ragnar had forgotten to lock his bedroom door, and he must have realized it only after he had already pulled me away.

But he had not had enough time to do anything about it.

"I told you, he must have gone out for a jog. Why must you bother him at this hour?" Mrs. Bundy complained tiredly.

"I could not sleep the whole night, and he went out for a jog. All three of them did as if jogging is more important than their grandma," she said, giving us a little insight into what the other brothers were doing.

"What is it? What do you want to talk to him about?" Mrs. Bundy asked.

"I’m gonna sit here, and I’ll only tell him," Lady Lucille said.

I wanted to laugh so badly.

That woman had unknowingly helped me so many times.

"What the fuck is she doing in my room?" I heard Ragnar grunt under his breath.

Then he looked down at me, able to see only my eyes, before throwing his head back.

He kept one hand over my mouth while releasing my wrists, silently warning me with his eyes not to move his hand away.

Then he knocked very gently on the bathroom door.

"Oh, I think he is inside," Mrs. Bundy said, approaching the bathroom door.

"Are you guys in my room?" he called, trying to sound normal.

"Yeah, your grandma wants to speak with you, I guess. Every time she sleeps, she has a nightmare. So can you please talk to her for a while? The others aren’t around either," Mrs. Bundy explained.

Ragnar slapped his forehead with his free hand, careful not to make a sound.

"It’ll be a while. I’m taking a very relaxing bath."

I watched him close his eyes as he forced out the words.

"Oh, it’s alright. She’ll just lie down here," Mrs. Bundy responded before walking away.

Ragnar raised his hand in the air as if silently asking why the fuck they wanted to stay in his room.

But now he was trapped with me in the bathroom.

Ragnar moved back toward me, slowly removing his hand from my mouth before bringing a finger to his lips as he hunched down.

He had to lower himself considerably just to reach my eye level, but he kept his gaze strictly on mine.

I had never seen anyone with that much self-control.

Not once, not even for a second, had his eyes dropped below my face to look at my body.

And that was not going to work.

"Don’t make any noise."

I pouted, tilting my head, and watched him frown as if he was already worried about what I was going to do or say next.

"But my body is on fire," I whispered back.

His eyebrows drew together. He pulled away, shaking his head, then came back, lowered himself again, and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shh," he whispered.

"No, seriously. I don’t know what’s going on with my body, but I want you to touch me."

I had to force myself to say the words because, somehow, I felt so shy in front of him. Probably because we had not gotten intimate yet.

With Theodore and Jaguar, it had been kind of smooth.

But with Ragnar, it was completely different, something we had never done before.

"What the fuck," he snapped before covering his mouth with his hand and looking toward the door.

Then, after taking a breath, he looked back at me.

"Don’t say those things," he whispered.

I shook my head again.

I could tell he understood that I was going to make noise, so he quickly stepped away from me and turned on the shower before approaching me again.

"Do you not want to do it?" I asked, watching him slowly turn his head toward me, his hands resting on his hips.

"What?" he asked.

"You’re drunk. You’re only feeling this way because you’re drunk." He enunciated every word carefully, bracing his hands against the wall on either side of me as he lowered himself to my eye level.

"Do you understand me? You don’t want this. This is the alcohol in you speaking," he continued, nodding as if trying to make me believe him.

However, all I could focus on was how beautiful his eyes were.

His jawline, his high cheekbones, everything about him was so godly that I started to feel a genuine tingling between my legs.

"Why not? Why not make a drunken mistake?" I pouted, watching his cheeks begin to turn red.

"Because I don’t want to go to jail," he whispered.

"Who will put you in jail? You’re Alpha King Ragnar," I complained, pulling the corners of my mouth downward.

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