Page 53 of Taming Achilles

“Self-defence,” I swallowed hard. “You know I have some crazy fans … I …”

Deny, deny, deny. Then counter accuse. That was the mantra.

He put the barrel to my temple and smiled, straddling my hips down into the mattress.

“You could have told the truth, you know,” he said through clenched teeth. “But instead, you give more lies.”

“I’m not lying!” Deny.

Then he started getting hard. I felt the heat from behind his zipper, through the cloth, as his bulge thickened. Jesus. He was turned on. And so was I. What the fuck?

“Try again,” he said with a deceptive calm. “Lie to me, sweetheart. Then I can punish you.”

Punishment? Why did that word make my heart skip, and not from fear.

He leaned down. I felt his breath on my face. It smelled of whiskey, and his aftershave. I hated that I grew wet from it. His scent was always perfect. That didn’t change with this new perverted version of him.

“You don’t care if I tell you the truth.” Counter-accuse.

“That’s not true, my delicious little whore.” His voice was a low rumble. “I care very much.”

He licked his lips like a hungry wolf as he gazed down at my body.

He reached down to his ankle, and I saw the familiar sight of a scabbard, the sound of metal on plastic as he pulled out a small blade.

He has a gun in one hand. A knife in the other. And I’m fucking helpless.

“Geordie … stop.” I ordered.

That only made him harder. Thicker. What was he doing?

“I’ll never stop,” he moaned, rubbing his thick cock against me. “And you’ll never be free from me.” Then the knife slid down my throat, to the top button of my shirt. With a quick flick, he cut the button off. Then another. On and on until my blouse fell open, exposing my thin, white bralette.

I tried to squirm, but he pushed the gun deeper into my temple.

“Don’t move, or something bad might happen,” he was still smiling with that cold, frightening look in his eyes.

“Geo,” I whispered, the fear finally coursing through my body, sending a shiver down my limbs.

“You gave me your truth.” The knife went down the next button, cutting it off. “Now let me give you a little of mine.”

Fuck, I was in so much trouble. He cut down my shirt and started on my loose, white cotton trousers. He cut the fabric until one leg was free, and the only thing protecting my pussy from him was his clothes and a flimsy thong.

“You’re frightening me, Geordie,” I said, staring at the blade, sweat trickling down my temple.

“I was Geo a moment ago,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss on my exposed sternum.

“You … you didn’t want me to call you that.”

“Today, I do.”

I couldn’t think. My body betrayed me. It felt hollow, and craved his warmth.

“Please,” I said in a whisper. “I’m scared.”

I truly was. His eyes moved from my face, to my throat. The knife sliced at the crotch of my thong until my pussy was bare to him.

“My truth,” he said with a wry grin, ignoring what I said, “is that I spent five years expanding my palate.”

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