Chapter 31 #2
She laughs. “Cool. Don't let me forget to ask you at some point about The Order. I’ll be at Knightsblood next year, and I’m thinking about pledging—”
“Para Bellum, obviously,” Achilles grunts.
Iris rolls her eyes. “Or, you know, not a club where my big brother has a statue of himself in the front entryway,” she smirks, arching a brow at Achilles.
“Well, this is going great,” Achilles grunts. “So, we’ll be leaving now—”
“Come,” Ya-ya chuckles, snaking her arm through her great-grandson’s. “Let’s eat.”
We end up dining in the gorgeous gardens of the elegant home. It’s a little chilly, but the grapevine arbor over the outdoor dining area has plenty of heat lamps, plus a number of crackling fires dancing in little metal chalices.
Turns out the Drakos family is lovely.
They’re insane in a good way, which reminds me of my own family and makes it even easier to click with them. But they’re also, like mine, full of genuine love. They tease and needle each other, sure. But it’s the same in my family.
Why did I ever worry these people would think of me as the enemy?
Later, we move inside for after-dinner drinks in the mansion’s library. Ares tells me flatly that he won’t be serving me any alcohol since I’m only nineteen.
“Call it professional fatherly courtesy,” he chuckles when Achilles rolls his eyes. “If Iris were over at the De Luca house, I know Nero would be saying the same to her.”
Iris frowns. “How could you possibly know that?”
“Dad intuition,” Ares grins, glancing at me. “Sorry, Yelena.”
I assure him it’s not a problem. Then he steps out of the room to take a quick call, and Neve immediately tosses my soda water and splashes some white wine into the glass.
“I can’t imagine just one will cause your moral downfall,” she grins conspiratorially.
A little while later, I’m stepping out of the guest bathroom down the hall from the library when a dark presence swirls around me.
I gasp, turning and backing against the door as Achilles towers over me, placing his hands on either side of my head and caging me in.
“I apologize for them.”
I giggle. “For what? They’re great, and you know it.”
He smiles.
My brow furrows. “I’m done if you need to use the—”
He suddenly reaches past me, opens the door, and pushes me back into the dimly lit powder room. My pulse spikes as he follows me inside, closing the door behind us.
“Achilles,” I breathe as he steps into me. “What—”
“This.”
He cups my face and kisses me. It’s soft and slow at first, but then deepens, and suddenly it’s like we’re consumed by fire.
“Fuck,” I whimper as he growls into my mouth. My insides turn to jelly, heat pooling between my legs as he slams me against a floor-length mirror set into the white subway tile walls. I can feel his thick erection pulsing against my stomach.
“We can’t—”
“Watch me,” he murmurs. Then a low, animalistic growl rumbles in his chest. “Actually, watch you.”
He spins me around, pressing my face to the mirror.
I moan, my breath fogging the glass as he pushes his hand under my skirt and slips his fingers into my panties.
He drags them down my legs and off each foot, and before I know it, he’s shoving my dress up over my hips, grabbing my ass, and burying his mouth between my legs from behind.
Holy fuck.
I bite back a moan, shuddering as Achilles’ tongue swirls over my clit. My legs shake, my core spasming as he devours me. His palm slaps my ass, making me squeal and push back against him, pleasure melting through my core.
He stands abruptly, and my eyes bulge when he shoves my panties between my parted lips, gagging me.
A haggard whimper rattles in my throat as he wraps my hair in a fist, pulls out his cock, and pushes my skirt up over my ass again, knocking my legs apart with his knee.
He centers his swollen head against my pussy, and my breath fogs the mirror again as he presses my cheek to the glass.
“Watch yourself get fucked like a bad girl,” he growls.
Then he rams in with one breathtaking, toe-curling thrust. I cry out into the lace stuffed into my mouth as he draws out and then plunges right back in. His big, muscled body pins me to the mirror, his hips rocking into me as he pounds his thick, fat, gorgeous cock into my needy pussy.
His hand tightens in my hair, his balls slapping my clit as he starts to thrust harder, nailing me to the mirror.
“Look at yourself, baby,” he growls in my ear, his teeth raking over the lobe. “Getting fucked like a greedy little slut. Watch yourself come all over my cock, little prey.”
My hands scrape over the glass, my reflection coming apart at the seams as Achilles thrusts into me, fucking me so hard that my legs begin to shake.
He half-tears my shirt open, reaching in to yank my bra down, letting my tits fall into his hands. I cry out when he twists my nipples, sending ripples of pleasure throbbing through my core as he fucks me, his fat cock making slick, wet sounds as he buries himself to the hilt in my aching pussy.
“This tight cum hole is coming to make me fucking explode, baby,” he rasps into my ear as I start to come apart. All I can do is nod, my face scrunched up and my cheek pressed to the foggy mirror as Achilles fucks me into oblivion.
“You know,” he growls, pumping into me faster and harder, his abs slapping my ass. “We still haven’t had dessert. My great-grandmother makes fantastic baklava. But you know what’ll make it taste even fucking sweeter?”
His teeth sink into my neck, almost piercing the skin and making my legs shake as his cock swells inside me.
“Looking over at you,” he hisses. “And knowing your sweet cunt is so full of my cum that it’s dripping down your fucking thighs.”
Oh Jesus.
He drives in deep and pinches my nipples again, and suddenly, I can’t hold back any longer.
I cry out, spasming and moaning against the mirror as he pins me hard against it.
The orgasm explodes in my core, ripping through my body as I writhe against the glass, shuddering and crying out as he pounds into me.
I feel his thick cock swell even more, and then the hot pulsing pump of his cum spilling into me over and over, until the sticky warmth drips down my thighs.
I shiver, gasping quietly as Achilles slides his swollen cock from my pussy and immediately cups his hand between my legs.
He keeps his palm against my tingling pussy as he plucks my panties from my drooling mouth, crouches down, and then slips them back up my legs.
It’s only then that he removes his hand, and I blush when I feel his hot cum flooding into my underwear.
He turns me around and kisses me viciously, pinning me to the mirror at my back as I moan into his lips. Just as he’s pulling away, reality hits me.
“Jesus,” I groan, my brow furrowing and my eyes darting to the bathroom door. “Your family—”
“Oh, I doubt anyone heard,” he growls into my ear. “What with your panties stuffed into your mouth like a good little slut.”
Dammit. Why do I get so turned on when he says shit like that to me?
I end up begging him to go back to his family first. I am not walking back in there with him, bow-legged, blushing like a hooker in church, with his cum pooling in my underwear.
Just…no.
He kisses me hard enough to leave bruises on my lips and heads back himself. Then I take a minute to compose myself.
Relax. No one knows what you were doing in here. No one would think that of you, of all people.
I take a shaky breath, smooth my hair into place, and then smile at my reflection in the mirror I just got railed against.
You’ve got this.
I turn, open the door, and walk out…
…right into Dimitra.
“Oh!” I flinch, my face going crimson as I stumble back. “I’m so sorry!”
She smiles benignly. “Please don’t be, dear.”
There’s a beat. Her brows arch, lips curling slowly.
“Lovely guest bathroom, isn’t it?”
My throat bobs as I swallow. “Yes—”
“I believe it has magical properties.”
My brows furrow and I smile. “Oh?”
She nods, her eyes twinkling. “Well, the last young lady who walked out of this bathroom with the same smile you’re wearing right now ended up being the love of Ares’ life.”
My soul leaves my body as she winks at me.
“Mirrors can be so much fun, can’t they?”
Dear God, please take me now.
Dimitra chuckles quietly and reaches up to pat my cheek. “Believe it or not, I was young once too. Now come, try some of my baklava. It’s always a little bit sweeter after some fun.” She winks at me.
Hey there, floor, it’s me, Yelena. I’ll be melting into you in approximately three…two…one…