Chapter 24 #2
“Not what you think.”
“Oh, isn’t it?”
His hand drops to my bare thigh, and I suppress the urge to moan when his touch sends shockwaves through my body.
Thunder rumbles again outside, and my core clenches as heat pools between my legs.
He drags his fingertips over my skin, and this time, I can’t stop the needy whine from tumbling from my mouth.
Achilles chuckles quietly.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Suddenly, he grabs my left hand with his and plants it palm-down on the table in front of us, right next to the hunting knife standing at gleaming attention.
Achilles laces his fingers over mine, keeping my hand pinned to the table.
He reaches for the knife with his other hand.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammer.
He yanks the knife out of the wood.
“Achilles—”
“I’m going to ask one more time,” he murmurs as he casually twirls the knife. “What were you doing leaving your panties for Kyle.”
“It’s not what you—”
I scream when the tip of the knife suddenly plunges into the table between our middle and ring fingers.
“JESUS CHRIST!” I choke. “Are you insane!?”
“Why’d you leave him your panties, Yelena.”
He yanks the knife out of the table.
“Achilles, please—”
I choke on another heart-stopping scream as the blade stabs into the wood between our thumbs and index fingers.
“Stop!” I scream.
“Then tell me,” he murmurs, “the fucking…” He yanks the knife out again.
“Truth.”
I shudder when he stabs it down, right next to our pinkies.
“Where they for Lochlan?”
I inhale sharply as he pulls the blade out and then deftly drives the tip down between our fore- and middle fingers.
“No!”
He lifts the knife and then slams the tip down again, this time between our middle and ring fingers.
Then the ring fingers and the pinkies.
“Achilles—!”
“Ah, so they were for Kyle.”
The knife starts to move faster, the viciously sharp tip slamming into the table between two fingers, then out again, then down between the next two fingers, like a sick, twisted game.
“Please—”
The blade barely misses our thumbs.
“Okay!!” I scream. “They were for Kyle!!”
“Why,” he snarls into my ear. I try to yank my arm away, but he’s too strong.
The knife comes down faster and faster, starting to blur as he hits the table in quick little dancing stabs that send my pulse racing.
“Why the fuck would you leave your goddamn panties for—”
“They weren’t mine!!” I scream, trembling on his big lap, still feeling his huge erection throbbing against my pussy as the knife blurs and whizzes barely a quarter inch from our fingers.
“Then whose were they.”
“JANE DOE’S!” I scream, half choking and half sobbing. “The murder victim!!”
The blade keeps stabbing, the wind as the knife whistles past teasing over the edges of my fingers as I claw at the table and shake in his lap.
“Next question,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Why were you leaving murder evidence to frame him.”
My eyes squeeze shut.
“I’m not telling you,” I croak.
I can’t. This is as far as I go, even with the knife right there. Because telling him why I was trying to set Kyle up for murder means telling him what happened.
And I truly cannot.
“Tell me!”
The blade is a rapid, staccato, stabbing blur of metal on wood.
TOCK TOCK TOCK TOCK TOCK
My pulse gallops as thunder booms outside and lighting sends jagged white light flashing through the windows.
“I can’t!!”
TOCK.
“You fucking can, and you fucking will!”
TOCK.
“Achilles!!”
TOCK.
I scream, and Achilles grunts as searing pain explodes down the side of my index finger.
And everything shifts.
Just as I open my eyes to stare in horror at the blade embedded in the table, and the sliced sides of our fingers, Achilles grabs the hilt, yanks it out, and hurls it away. He viciously spins me around in his lap, and before I can process what’s happening, he’s jamming our fingers in his mouth.
Sucking the wound.
Licking the blood.
Eyes blazing with dark fire as they lock with mine.
…And suddenly, I’m kissing him.
Thunder booms outside like Hell unleashing all its fury as Achilles surges to his feet, clears the table behind me with one sweep of his hand, and shoves me down across it.
I’m whimpering and moaning into his mouth, my entire body turning to fire as I yank his t-shirt up his muscled torso.
He pulls away, both of us gasping as he rips the shirt off, grabs the front of my dress, and tears it away from my tits with one brutal jerk.
His lips crash to mine, his tongue invading my mouth as I moan into the kiss, feeling my nipples electrifying against his chest.
My pulse skips when his belt jangles. His fingers sink under my panties, ripping them to the side, and I moan when I feel the hot, thick, swollen head of his cock press between my lips.
“Do you know how fucking mine you are?!” he rasps into my mouth.
“Show me,” I choke. Then I scream when he buries every throbbing inch of his huge cock between my legs.
Our bodies slam together. My legs wrap around his muscled hips, my arms around his neck as he tangles his fingers in my hair and starts to fuck me.
Hard.
Brutally.
Mercilessly.
It’s fast and punishing, and I wince with every bruising thrust of his hips hitting my thighs as his fat cock rams balls-deep into me.
I love it.
The brutality.
The viciousness.
The violence.
It’s madness unleashed: a symphony of delirious, carnal need as he drives his thick cock into my dripping wet pussy over and over. His heavy balls slap against my ass as he wraps a big hand around my throat.
“The idea,” he snarls, “of you even LOOKING at any other man—”
“I don’t want any other man!” I choke.
“You’ll never have anyone but me,” he hisses, making me squeal with every thrust. “No other hands on you but mine. No other mouth tasting you but mine. No other cock fucking you but mine.”
“No other cock!” I cry out as endorphins and adrenaline and the ecstasy ignite my blood.
“Show me,” he snarls into my lips. “Show me how my pretty little prey’s dripping wet pussy comes the fuck apart for my cock. Show me what a greedy, slutty cum hole I’ve claimed. Show me what a good girl you are and fucking come all over that fat fucking cock.”
My whole body spasms, my spine snapping straight as my head jerks back.
Suddenly, I’m coming, so hard.
Wetness sprays and coats my thighs.
…Did I just squirt?
Achilles groans as he grabs my face and violently kisses me, pounding into me again and again. My core tightens, and I start to come a second time.
Another jet of slickness sprays my thighs, and I cry out as the waves crash over me.
He’s not done with me yet.
Achilles pulls out and spins me around, yanking my panties down to my ankles and then shoving my legs apart with his thigh. He centers his heavy, swollen cock against my pussy from behind as he bends me over the table and grabs a fist of my hair at the nape of my neck.
“Don’t stop now, baby,” he rasps into my ear, making me whimper when he tugs my hair hard. “Keep squirting all over my fucking cock like my good girl.”
He rams into me, yanking my hair by the roots and making me scream in pleasure. His palm spanks hard across my ass, sending more fire exploding through my veins. He pounds into me, his muscles rippling as he keeps ramming his big, swollen cock into my needy, clenching pussy.
I cry out when he pulls me all the way up by the hair, my hips pinned to the table and my back and shoulders against his chest as he thrusts into me.
The sloppy, wet sounds of my pussy dripping over his pounding cock send me reeling.
Achilles grabs my throat with one hand and my hip with the other, his big fingers reaching down between my legs to rub my clit as he keeps fucking me.
“Give me more, baby,” he groans into my ear. “Fucking more!!”
Thunder explodes outside, lighting cracking and crashing across the sky and mingling with my screams of pleasure as reality itself ignites.
“Give me everything, little prey. Everything you are and everything you have, and don’t think for a second you’re ever getting it back.”
There’s a sonic boom of thunder that feels like it’s happening right above the roof of the cabin. The walls shake. The wood groans.
His cock drives into me, and when I explode, it consumes my very soul.
The release roars from my throat as I come hard all over his cock, drenching his hand, the table, and his balls with my cum. Achilles groans, and I scream when his teeth rake down the side of my neck and then sink into my flesh, just as he buries himself all the way inside me and lets go.
His heavy cock pulses, spilling rope after rope of his hot cum deep into me.
Madness and deviance, crashing together like thunder and lightning.