Chapter 33
YELENA
Telling Achilles is like letting out a breath I’ve been holding for too long, or cutting open a festering wound and bleeding out the poison.
But when I wake up in the morning I get an overwhelming rush of second thoughts.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything and just kept it buried.
Will this change things, or the way he sees me?
Does baring my soul to him make me a broken toy in his eyes now? A victim? Something for him to have to take care of, to pity?
Will he even want to be rough with me now? Worse, will he look at my kinks in the context of my past and think they’re a clear sign that I need psychiatric help?
All these new fears and insecurities screaming in my head are genuinely overwhelming, and I don’t realize I’m huddled in the guestroom bed, my knees to my chest and my eyes wide and staring at the wall in front of me, until I feel his presence in the doorway.
I turn slowly and let my gaze drag to his, waiting for the punch of reality.
The other shoe to drop.
The look of pity or disgust that says he's no longer interested.
“Whatever the fuck thoughts are in that pretty head of yours,” he growls, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, “you should delete them from your consciousness.”
I purse my lips.
“I…you don’t have to—”
“Don’t have to what,” he murmurs, peeling off his t-shirt. I try not to focus on the sculpted muscles of his chest, or his ridiculous abs, or the grooved v-lines of his hips delving into his waist.
“Baby me,” I whisper.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
I swallow as he moves onto the foot of the bed.
“I don’t want you to handle me with kid gloves.”
“Literally the last way I plan on handling you, little prey,” he murmurs. I gasp sharply as he rips the covers aside, grabs one of my ankles, and yanks me down across the bed.
Electricity sizzles up my spine.
“Don’t you dare pity—”
“Pity is what you give someone who lost,” he growls. He reaches up, grabs the waist of my panties roughly and half-rips them down my legs. “You didn't lose, Yelena. He didn't take anything from you."
He grips my thighs with his big, strong hands and looks straight into my eyes from between my legs.
“So, no, little prey. I’m not going to pity you. Or baby you. Or go easy on you.”
He suddenly grabs my legs, flips me violently onto my stomach, and then yanks me further down the bed toward him.
“But what I am going to do…”
I yelp when his palm smacks my bare ass, hard. He does it again to the other cheek, then spanks the first again before returning to the second, making the first smack sting even hotter.
“Is devour your fucking pussy. Ass in the air, right now.”
A shiver ripples up my spine as I arch it, feeling my face heat. His hot breath teases over my stinging cheeks and the backs of my thighs, and I squirm under the intensity of his gaze on me, feeling so naked and exposed.
“Reach back and grab your ass.”
My breathing comes faster as I obey, my fingers going to my stinging cheeks.
“Now show me those pretty fucking holes, baby.”
My face is throbbing with heat as I spread myself wide for him.
“Good girl.”
Any sense of shame, or trepidation, or regret about telling him melts when he slowly drags his tongue from my clit through my lips and then to my asshole, making me squeal into the sheets as I squirm under his mouth.
He growls into me as he dives back to my clit, wrapping his lips around the throbbing nerve endings and sucking gently as he swirls his tongue around. I moan into the bed, shuddering with pleasure as heat creeps up my spine.
My eyes squeeze shut as he forces his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it as he slaps my ass again. He grabs my hips, pulling me back against his mouth as he takes my clit between his lips again.
Achilles’ tongue drags back and forth against it, driving me higher and higher as he groans into my pussy, messily devouring me until my legs are shaking and my hands are balled to fists as they clutch the sheets.
“Achilles—!”
I scream into the bed, my spine snapping straight as I explode against his tongue. The wetness of my orgasm floods my thighs, making him groan even louder and keep tonguing my throbbing clit as I tumble into another release.
“Oh fuck—”
I whimper when he kneels behind me and grabs a fist of my hair at the nape and tugs it tight, making my back arch as he slaps my tender ass with his heavy, swollen cock.
He growls quietly as he drags the thick head between my lips and centers it at my opening, keeping me writhing on the bed and curling my toes as he teases me without actually sliding in.
“Let's just say, little prey,” he growls, giving my hair another sharp tug that makes me moan before his palm smacks my ass, “that the next time you ask me about taking it easy on you, or babying you…”
His grip on my hair tightens so much that fireworks explode in front of my eyes.
“I’ll fuck this slutty hole so hard you can’t sit down for a week. Is that clear?”
I can’t help it: he just brings out a masochistic, dark, fucked-up need in me.
So I twist my head and look at him over my shoulder, my teeth raking over my bottom lip as I lock eyes with him.
“Please go easy on me?”
Black fire ignites in his devil eyes, sending pure heat through my core. His muscled forearm ripples as he wraps my hair one more time around his fist. Then I feel his cock twitch and thicken as he nudges it against my pussy, like it’s eager to break me.
“Remember… You asked for this.”
The way my body clenches almost in self-preservation when he rams every inch of that huge cock into me takes my breath away.
The sharp bite of pain, like he’s splitting me in half, followed by the melting sensation of sweet, poisonous ecstasy, melts through my body, leaving me gasping and moaning as I cling to the bedsheets.
“Such an eager little cum slut you turn into when I break this pussy,” he rasps, slowly dragging his fat cock out. I can feel my lips clinging to him, desperately wanting him back inside.
Deep, where he belongs.
Where I find a release I never knew I could have.
I cry out when Achilles buries his cock in me again, so fucking deep that his abs smack my ass and his heavy balls slap against my clit. I whimper, my mouth going slack, my cheek against the mattress, my fists still clenching the sheets.
He pulls out and rams right back in, groaning and gripping my hair and my hip possessively as he impales me on his dick.
Grinding so deep.
Rolling his hips against my ass, like he’s savoring the sensation of me breaking apart for him.
“If you think,” he growls, sliding out and then fucking right back in, “that I will ever take it easy on you, then you’d better run the fuck away now.
But fair warning, little prey,” he snarls, thrusting into me with a brutal intensity that almost knocks my off my knees.
“The faster you run, the more relentlessly I’ll chase.
The more you fight to get away, the harder I’ll pin you down, and fuck every single one of your tight, greedy cum holes until the whole fucking world knows you belong to me. ”
He yanks my hair so hard I feel like it’s going to rip out at the roots. His palm crashes hard against my ass, over and over, until I’m drooling and moaning into the sheets as I writhe on his big cock.
He thrusts into me again and again until my knees do give out.
He still doesn’t stop.
He just sits astride my thighs, fucking into me as I shudder under his brutal, punishing, dominating thrusts, until my entire reality comes apart at the seams.
“Take my cum like my good little fuck toy,” he rasps into my ear, tugging at my hair and biting down hard on my throat.
With a cry I shatter underneath him, screaming into the mattress and praying to god no one else in the house can hear me as I explode.
Achilles groans, rolling his hips and stuffing his cock as deep into me as he can. Then I feel his muscles tighten. He growls into my ear, biting and licking and sucking the lobe and the side of my neck as his hot cum pumps deep inside me.
Everything hurts and yet feels electrified with pleasure. I can barely open my eyes. Barely breathe. My legs cramp as my toes curl and my hands claw at the sheets, reveling in the spasming aftershocks of my orgasm.
I whimper when he suddenly twists my head to the side and captures my mouth with his, our tongues dancing together as I moan softly into his kiss.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to go easy on me.”
The way his body clenches—the way his cock suddenly swells rock-hard inside of me, and the way his eyes glint like black steel as a savage, unhinged look ripples over his face—almost makes me regret goading him.
Almost.
I whimper when he bites down on my lower lip, and I taste copper as I shudder under him. He doesn’t break eye contact as he reaches behind him for his pants that he’s left draped across the corner of the bed.
The bone-chilling metallic scrape of his hunting knife being pulled from its sheath sends a needy, completely fucked-up twinge cascading down my spine before it pools like liquid fire between my thighs.
“I hope you remember your safe word, little prey.”
By the time he’s done with me an hour later, I can barely remember my fucking name.
Worth. It.