Page 101 of Taming Achilles

She shook her head. Slowly at first, then more frantically like a mad woman. She lowered her legs, coming to shaky legs. I pulled my cock from her warmth, and missed her immediately. The cool air sent a shiver through me, as I missed the home I felt inside of her.

She tried to push me away, still weak, and shivering. I kept my arms around her waist, steadying her as much as she would let me.

But I couldn’t let her put distance between us. I couldn’t be apart from her. Not now. Not when I had just had her in every way I could ever want.

“I will prove it to you.”

She let out a sad, sardonic laugh. “How?”

“By killing Victor Fox.”

She froze. Then she shook her head. “You can’t.”

“I can, and I will.”

“No.” She glared at me. “He’s not yours to kill.”

“Are you calling primacy, love?” I chuckled, “I’ll respect it if you want to have a go at him.”

She didn’t answer.

“When did you start hurting yourself?” Her mouth shut again. She shook her head, because she was refusing to answer me. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” I reached out to her again, and she started to slide down the wall. Slowly at first, before collapsing with her arse on the ground, her legs tucked outward in an awkward angle. It was a wonder how her knees still had that flexibility.

“Why would you want to help me?” She scoffed. “I’m a liar. A cheap whore.” She whispered, losing conviction as she kept hammering up the walls that might place a distance between us. “You hate me.”

“I love you.”

She shook her head, as if she could deny me. But we were long past that.

“I love you.”

“Then why are you hurting me?”

“It hurts when someone breaks your defences.” My poor little princess had so much to learn. Lessons we could have skipped had we stayed together all those years ago. But now, the broken pieces had to mend, and that would be a tough pill to swallow. “And you’ve erected those walls high in the last five years. It will hurt to see them crumble, as I beat my way in.”

“Why would you?” She scoffed. “You have no shortage of women. Go with one of them and leave me alone.”

Ah, her sweet, bitter jealousy tasted like cream on my tongue. She wanted me, and her years as a liar couldn’t help her hide that fact.

“Want me to tell them all I’m taken?” I lifted one brow, stifling a laugh because her jealousy made me feel warm inside. She wouldn’t feel that bitter sting if she did not feel possessive. It was so flattering I wanted to laugh in relief. “Want me to never speak to them again? I will.” I shrugged. “Want me to erase them from my mind? Done.”

She sniffed, crossing her arms and turning that gorgeous face away.

“Want me to never speak to another woman again? Fine.” I chuckled. “If it makes you stop hurting yourself.”

“Don’t be melodramatic.” Her voice was annoyed. “There is nothing wrong with pain. It tells you that you’re alive. It tells you that you’re not defeated. If you can feel pain, then you can still fight.”

I ignored her recent words, because she would stop hurting herself now that I was aware of the problem. I would fix it. She’d have no reason to feel that hurt.

“It’ll be weird since we brought Lea into Caledonia, but we’ll figure it out. Maybe you’ll give me an exception to speak to a woman if they're married and working with me. Or maybe I’ll pass everything through you, eh?” I saw a small smile tease on her lips, so I pressed on. “Chloe never liked me, so that won’t matter. She hates me even more now.” I laughed a little when she pursed her lips to keep from laughing. “Can I get an exception if we have a daughter? Will I be allowed to speak to her?”

“A daughter?” Her eyes went wide as she looked at me in shock.

“Aye, I want at least one of each. No matter how many times it takes. A boy called Philip, and a girl called Georgia.”

“Good God, you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“Aye, I have. Which is why we’re not getting married with a justice of the peace.” I felt the weight of all my dreams come over my shoulders. “And why we cannot do this so long as your father draws breath.”

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