Free The Spoils of Allsveil: Dark Heart Heroes #2 by S.N. McKibben

“That’s for the dress,” I spat.
    Whores leapt for the coins still rolling on the floor. I scooped up Brie’s twin and walked around the scrambling women. Holding the girl and grabbing Paul, I got us out before the situation escalated.
    “Stiagwor. ” I shoved the girl in his arms.
    His eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. “She looks exactly like —”
    “Take her away from Allsveil, Stiagwor.” I pointed away from the city I’d conquered. “Make sure her needs are met and that she marries into a good home. Don’t,” I stressed my words, “ever tell me or Paul where she is.”
    Paul looked furious with me. I wanted to punch him in the eye. Strangely, not for wanting to sleep with a Brie duplicate, but for wanting to take advantage of an innocent who clearly didn’t want to be in a house of ill repute.
    “If Paul asks you where you left her, ” I whispered to Stiagwor, “give him the nastiest black eye you’ve ever given.”
    Stiagwor smiled broadly.
    “But bruise only one and leave the other eye for me,” I growled. That wiped the smile right off my guard’s face. Holding the girl tightly in his massive arms, he turned his horse away from Allsveil. I slapped his horse on the rear and the steed went charging. We watched man and girl leave. Clods of dirt flew from the horse’s feet as Stiagwor spurred away.
    Paul sighed. “Sword practice it is.”
    I chuckled. The man knew me well. “Shall we?”
    I sprung upon Yeger and made a mad dash back to Allsveil. This time, I let Paul and my guards keep up with me.
     
    * * *
     
    It was past nightfall when I dragged my tired carcass to my room. I started undressing before the door swung closed.
    Paul, Stiagwor , and many of my guard had a claim over my body with new bruises, cuts, and aches. Yet my cock remained unsatisfied. Stiff from head to toe, cock included, I peeled off my clothes, letting them drop where I stood.
    The room I’d chosen could house a small family but was stripped of most of its belongings. Dust markings betrayed evidence of paintings on the wall and water stains on the wood surfaces attested to a life with small, clumsy children. Heavy objects, such as the bed, the armoire, and a table and chairs, were left.
    Two chairs were strategically placed to take advantage of the fireplace. The bed sat in the middle of the large room, close enough to the fire. But the piece of heavy furniture that held my interest was the tub located in the alcove in the back.
    The smell of my wife’s perfume identified her. Her shadow loomed just shy of the fireplace, her body hidden within a chair. If Brie thought she could hide from me in my quarters she was sadly mistaken. Still, it didn’t stop me from shedding all my clothes and slipping into the hot bath. Parts of my body stung when I sat in the soothing hot water. I liked my baths a little too hot, where the steam rose in the air and wrinkled your skin too soon. I’d just gotten comfortable when I heard the rustling of heavy cloth. The rustling of a queen.
    “You didn’t come to dinner,” she said.
    Stifling my automatic response, I didn’t think you’d notice , I took a handful of soap-root shavings from the standing dish and rubbed them into the wet washcloth. Suds erupted and I started rubbing my arms clean. “I wasn’t hungry.”
    Brie clenched her hands. She was holding back that scathing tongue, which meant she was talking to Aighta. Most importantly, she was taking her advice.
    “When I’m here, I’d like to have dinner with you—” She cut herself off and stopped.
    I waited for the tornado to strike. It was coming. It always came like this. “Very well. I shall. My apologies for being rude.” Yes, my apologies for not taking you on the dining room table and fucking you in front of every dignitary for miles around. That visual strengthened my erection. Bridgette over the table, flat on her stomach, skirts tossed over her head, me driving into her, proclaiming her mine in front