Chapter 40 #2
She doesn’t look thrilled about it, but she nods and climbs into the back seat of Lochlan’s SUV. He starts the engine and the Defender peels out of the parking lot, Galina still looking pissed , her arms folded over her chest.
I’m left alone with Achilles in the parking lot next to the bar. I can still hear the music pounding from inside. But it’s weirdly peaceful and quiet out here.
At least, it was. Then I whirl on him, my eyes furious slits.
“I’d ask how the fuck you found me here,” I spit. “But I guess it was probably by stalking me. How out of character!” I sneer.
“Watch it,” Achilles growls back. “If you’re looking for me to apologize for following you, I’m not—”
“I wouldn’t dream that you ever would!!” I scream at him. “For anything!”
My breath hitches as he suddenly eradicates the distance between us. I stumble away from him, heat creeping down my spine to my core before my back hits the brick wall behind me.
Achilles doesn’t stop until he’s right against me, his scent surrounding me and his hands pressed to the wall on either side of me, caging me in.
“That fucking tone,” he growls tightly.
Shit.
I hate how much I want him the second his low voice ripples over my skin. His scent sets a million brain impulses firing all at once. Being so close to him makes my body remember, vividly, all the things he can do to it.
“Your sarcasm aside, little prey,” he murmurs darkly, leaning closer as his eyes flay me open, “I don’t believe for a second that you’re surprised by my reaction to you dancing with that fuckwad.”
I swallow uneasily.
“Letting him put his hands on you,” he hisses.
Achilles’ hand slides to my neck, his fingers curling around my throat and instantly making my insides melt.
“Don’t touch me,” I whisper, swallowing against his hand. “You don’t get to—”
“Yes, I do. You’re mine, Yelena,” he growls.
I glare at him defiantly. “You think after everything you did—”
“Yes.”
I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing. “You stalked me!” I snap. “You cheated—”
“I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since you—”
“Not that kind of cheating!” I yell. “I mean cheated at the whole game! You rigged it!”
He doesn’t blink. “And?”
I gape at him. “And that’s insane! Almost as insane as not understanding why I’d be upset about it!!”
I gasp as his other hand slides to my hip. “Why would you be upset about that?” he snarls, his thumb stroking the top of my leg through my skirt.
“D-don’t touch me,” I choke.
“You’ve already said that,” he murmurs, still brushing his thumb up and down, electrifying my skin.
“But you’re still doing it—”
“Yes, and I will continue to,” he growls.
His hand slides between my legs, and I bite back a whimper when his fingers slide over my damp panties through my skirt.
“Don’t you dare—”
“You’re fucking mine,” he snarls. “Not that sketchy motherfucker you tried to dance with.”
Somehow, I find the strength to shove his hand away from between my thighs as I glare at him.
“Seriously?!” I bark, laughing coldly. “That guy was a totally fucking normal, nice guy!”
Achilles’ eyes narrow in a way that makes me shiver.
“Normal and nice?” he says quietly.
“Yeah,” I sneer. “Maybe that’s the kind of guy I should—”
All the air leaves my body as Achilles grabs my arm, turns, and hauls me after him as he storms through the parking lot.
“I'll show you that kind of guy,” he snarls.
“Let go of me!” I punch at his arm with my free hand. But it’s like trying to extract myself from concrete. All I can do is stumble after him as he drags me through the lines of parked cars, trucks, and motorcycles.
“Where the hell are you—!”
Then I see exactly where he’s taking me.
Travis is standing next to the open door of a BMW, smoking a cigarette and looking at his phone, totally oblivious to Achilles surging toward him.
“Hey,” Achilles says casually as we storm over.
Travis glances up, his eyes barely starting to widen in recognition before Achilles lets go of me, winds up, and punches Travis right in the throat.
“ACHILLES!!”
He hits Travis again, then shoves him into the front seat of his car.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” I scream as Achilles shoves his hand into Travis’ jacket pocket and yanks out a baggie of pills.
He whirls toward me, his jaw clenched.
“You know what this is?!” he snarls coldly. “Rohypnol. Roofies, Yelena,” he snaps, jamming a finger into Travis’ face. “You sure that's the nice, normal motherfucker you’d rather be spending your time with?!”
Travis is still groaning and writhing when Achilles whirls on him.
He punches Travis again, spilling blood across the passenger seat before he grabs Travis' jaw and forces his mouth open. I watch, my pulse thudding, as Achilles dumps the entire contents of the baggie into Travis’ open mouth, clamps it shut again, and slaps him heavily in the throat.
Travis swallows involuntarily, then moans pathetically as his eyes go wide.
“Hospital…” he gasps when Achilles lets go of him. “You need to get me to—”
“I don’t need to do fuck-all,” Achilles growls, grabbing the car keys out of Travis’ trembling hand. “You stay right there, and keep your eyes fucking open, or I’ll cut them out of your face and then slit your throat.”
Holy shit.
One, what the fuck is happening.
Two, why the fuck am I so turned on by it?
Illicit, venomous heat coils around my center when Achilles turns back to me. The very air around us crackles with dark energy as he slowly stalks toward me, his eyes burning with black fire.
“Time to show you exactly what kind of man you need, little prey,” he rasps.
I’m shaking with need when he grabs me. Energy crackles and flickers over my skin, tightening my nipples to pebbles and flooding heat between my thighs.
A whimper hums from my throat when he spins me around and shoves me face-down across the hood of Travis’ car. Before I can say or do anything, or even comprehend what’s happening, Achilles is yanking up my skirt and bringing his palm down hard on my ass.
And God help me, I moan.
He spanks me again, making me yelp and squeeze my eyes shut as I claw at the hood of the car. His brutal palm cracks against my soft flesh again, dragging another choked cry from my throat as the force of it sends me up on my tiptoes.
I want him.
And hate him.
And really, really want him.
“This is what you fucking need, Yelena,” he snarls. “Not fucking nice and normal. Not sweet and—”
“I hate you,” I choke, whimpering when he spanks me again.
Suddenly, I’m moaning when he yanks my panties to the side and unceremoniously sinks two fingers deep in my very wet, very eager pussy.
Fuck…
I bite down on my lip, my brow caved and my eyes still squeezed shut. But Jesus, I can hear how wet my pussy is when Achilles starts to pump his fingers in and out.
“Your cunt is dripping down your fucking thighs for me,” he murmurs.
He thrusts into me again, the loud squelching sounds bringing a heated throb to my face as I press my cheek to the metal of the car hood.
“Look at him.”
My eyes squeeze even more tightly shut. Achilles grabs a fist of my hair at the nape, tugging my head up.
“Look. At. Him.”
His fingers ram into me, his thumb rubbing my clit.
…My eyes slowly open, and heat explodes across my face.
Travis is still sitting in the car, staring at us, a look of terror and confusion on his face.
Achilles’ fingers continue to pump into me with loud, wet sounds.
“Look at him, little prey,” he rasps. “Look at the pretty boy you think you want while the MAN you need fucks you like you deserve.”
His belt jangles.
“Like you crave.”
I whimper when I hear his zipper tugging down. His fingers slide out of me, and I whimper when he shoves my panties even further aside, the tearing sound filling the night as I shiver over the hood of the car.
“Like the bad little cock slut you are.”
My knees shake. My toes curl and flex as my nipples tighten electrically against the fabric of my top.
Then I feel his hot, thick, swollen cockhead drag up and down my slick, needy pussy.
Oh my God…
Achilles rams into me with one brutal thrust, burying every inch of his cock deep inside.
“Stop it!” I blurt, not meaning it in the least.
“No.”
He withdraws and then thrusts right back in, taking my breath away as he fills me again.
“Don’t—!”
He spanks my ass as he slides out and rams back in.
“Stop…”
The words that already mean nothing mean even less as any remaining power in them shatters and falls away.
Maybe I hate him.
Maybe the idea of him stalking me and knowing everything about me even before we crossed paths is outrageously hot.
Maybe it’s beyond toxic, but right now, it doesn’t matter and I don’t care.
Right now, all I want—all I crave—is him, in all his venomous, monstrous glory, giving me exactly what I need.
I whine and moan loudly, like I don’t give a shit who hears me. As if it even matters since I’m being watched.
Achilles fucks me like a demon, pounding my pussy relentlessly as he spanks my ass and pulls my hair, until I’m a shaking, sobbing, dripping mess slumped over the car.
His eager little fuck toy.
His willing hole.
His.
I come again and again, writhing against the front bumper, moaning and drooling onto the hood as Achilles fucks into me over and over.
I want this so badly.
But I don’t want to want it, because of everything else.
“Achilles,” I choke. “Stop it—”
“One word,” he snarls, yanking my head up by the roots of my hair as his teeth rake my ear.
“One. Fucking. Word. Nothing else,” he growls.
“You are mine, Yelena, and there’s literally only one fucking word that can change that.
Not please. Not no. And the more you say stop, the harder I’m going to fuck—”
“Stop.”
I cry out when he unbelievably raises the intensity of his fucking even higher.
“Stop stop stop—”
“All I hear is more more HARDER.”