Claimed by the Storm Raider

A savage Viking raid rips me from my betrothed's side, chaining me to Rurik—a battle-hardened raider with scars like war maps and a grip that crushes resistance. 'Fight all you want,' he snarls, shoving me against the longship's splintered rail, his callused hands tearing through my clothes as salt spray stings the air. But I'm Thyra, no broken prize; I claw and bite, spilling his blood and igniting the fire in his eyes. What starts as pure hatred erupts into relentless, body-shaking sex—him slamming me down in the dim longhouse, thick cock pounding deep until my curses twist into gasps, his mouth claiming every inch. Secrets fester, though: my hidden ties to his enemies, his burning grudge against my old kin, and a snake in his crew ready to strike. Each sweat-soaked thrust, each ragged promise in the afterglow, drags us toward ruin—will my truths destroy him, or will he own me body and soul? Packed with axe-swinging battles, knife-edge betrayals, and steamy scenes that scorch the pages, Claimed by the Storm Raider throws a spitfire shieldmaiden against an unstoppable alpha warrior in a world of blood oaths, frozen fjords, and zero mercy. Snarky jabs cut through the chaos—'You don't break me,' I hiss mid-thrust. 'Watch me,' he growls back, hips snapping harder. Enemies-to-lovers with dirt under the nails, twists that gut-punch, and heat that demands a cold shower. Grab it if you're ready for the raid of your life.