Page 19 of Taming Achilles

“I told you not to call me that.” I bit down on her ear. “Next time, I’ll gag that mouth.”

I slipped a finger into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as I fucked her. She sucked it without being told, her pretty, plump lips circling my finger.

I put my other hand around her hips, down to where her swollen clit ached for attention. I rubbed it, following the rhythm of my finger in her mouth. She sucked harder, and I rubbed harder. It didn’t take long for her to understand the game. She was nothing if not a fast learner.

Her hips matched my rhythm. The movement added pressure between my finger and her little, swollen nub as she slipped up and down my cock. I stopped moving my hips, and let her do the work, her hips taking on the rhythm of her desperate moans.

“That’s right, you greedy little whore,” I moaned into her ear. “Do your job, and get me off.”

Her fingers curled around the white pillow, and she whined. Sweat formed on her lower back, her thighs quivered from the exertion. Her face flushed, pink staining her cheeks, a whimper caught in her throat. She wasn’t getting air. Tension made her hold her breath.

I placed a thumb between her clenched teeth, prying them open.

“Breathe, Princess,” I whispered in her ear. Her loud gasp as she obeyed made me move my hips. God, her obedience was delicious. “Careful, lass. If you pass out, I’ll fuck your unconscious body like a sex doll.” It was a threat. An empty one, but I wanted to taste her fear. Her humiliation. “Fainting is no excuse not to service your client.”

She shut her eyes. Her shame tasted sweet. Even sweeter, since I had swallowed the bitterness of her engaged to another man. My best friend.

“You’ll learn to present yourself to me each night, just like I want you to. And you’ll learn to obey every command without fail. You will earn every single dollar I pay towards your protection, and when it’s over, you’ll be ruined.” I was a fucking bastard and I knew it. George Campbell would never take advantage of a lady in distress. But this was no lady. This was Pippa. The she-devil incarnate. And I was a starving man, ready to consume her. “You won’t be able to ride another man without thinking of me. You’ll have to fake your orgasms because those will all belong to me, and you’ll experience them when I tell you to.” I bit down on her ear again, feeling the bitterness of the last five years coming to the forefront. “That’s the real price. You’re always going to be my whore. Forever.”

The heat between us crackled like electricity in the air. Her back arched, her head tilting into my shoulder, and I pistoned inside her. Her screams grew louder, despite my fingers muffling her mouth. She clenched around my cock.

“Please,” she mumbled through my hand, her hips still thrusting toward me. “I can’t do this. I’m falling apart!”

“Fall apart then,” I dared her. “I’ll fuck your broken pieces until there’s nothing left of you.” I was losing control of the situation. Every revenge-fuck fantasy was coming true, and it still wasn’t enough.

I bit down on her shoulder like an animal, sucking her skin between my teeth. She was shaking, vibrating, her skin smelled divine, musky, her arousal perfuming the air around us.

I put three fingers in her mouth and told her to suck. She did, her throaty whines made me tense with the need to satisfy her, to pleasure her, to service her body as I had done hundreds of times before. I had to fight my instincts.

“Being a little pillow princess won’t work, when you’re my whore.” I had to put words to the new arrangement. My teeth scraped her skin as I licked my way from her shoulder to her ear. “Precious Dame Pippa doesn’t exist here. Your pleasure doesn’t matter.”

“Only yours,” she responded, to my surprise, and absolute delight. “Your pleasure. I’m here to …” her voice trailed off. I thrust hard, her arse bouncing off my hips. “I’m here for you.”

She tightened even more as I stiffened, ready to fill her again.

“You like your new occupation?” I taunted her.

She shook her head, but her voice told the truth with a quiet, “Yes.”

I’d get to her calling me sir, and kneeling with her lips parted, ready to give me all the delights I had learned to enjoy in our time apart. I usually kept a fucking tent on that circus, choosing the most able and experienced bed partners. But I’d let Pippa into the show. I’d make her give me more than she thought she could. And if it ruined her, I didn’t care.

I bucked into her, feeling the sweet, ripe arse pushing back against me.

I released with one, deep thrust and her back arched, her hips rising to meet mine as she came with me.

She fell limp on the bed. I held her for just one moment. One stolen second, my arms were wrapped around her body, my nose at her neck, her floral shampoo in my nose. She felt divine. She was rightness, and tenderness. I could sleep with her close to me, just like this.

Then I pulled off of her and went to the shower. I hated to wash her scent off, but I had work to do. Her presence was enough to drive any man to distraction. Even that Detective Tanner. The weasel.

I didn’t need her lily perfume on my skin, reminding me of better times. The shower’s warm spray washed her away. I swear, I could see the connection between us circling the drain as I looked down at the black mosaic tiles.

I heard the bathroom door open. Fuck, I should have locked it.

I looked at her through the shower glass. She was still naked, her lithe limbs padding toward me.

She opened the glass shower door and looked up at my face. She bit that plump lower lip and waited.

“It’s dawn. I won’t be needing your services now.” I said, taking a handful of body wash in my hand and rubbing it on my tadger, thinking of naked grandmas and dead bodies to keep it from reacting to the sight of her.

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