Page 98 of Taming Achilles

“He’s useless to us now, Princess,” Geo said in a low, almost soothing tone. “So stop playing with him.”

Rhodes tried to lift his head, as if he was trying to parse the words together for one last plea. But it was too late. Geo took the gun from my throat, pointed it at Rhodes and in a single, fluid movement, put a bullet right into his head.

I screamed. My knees buckled beneath me. Shit. The thing had been fucking loaded.

“Geo, are you out of your mind?” I tried to yell, but his hand still around my neck tightened as his mouth came down to claim mine.

His tongue pushed my lips apart, tasting the adrenaline on my tongue. I whimpered, feeling wetness and heat pool between my clenched thighs.

Geo pulled away, looking down at me with an evil glint in his eye.

“You could have shot me, you son of a bitch!” I said in a harsh whisper, as though Rhodes could still hear us in his state.

“I know how to handle a weapon, my lying Sassenach.” He leaned down to kiss me again. “You were the one pretending you didn’t like guns.” He bit my lower lip. “Though recent experience has told me that you more than like them.”

I blushed, remembering the humiliation of licking my own wetness off the same gun in his hands.

“They can see us,” I flicked my eyes to the camera, hoping that Brett or Ajax would come to my rescue.

I needed them to save me from my own desires, my own greedy need to be on my knees for Geo. Please, let them be looking through those cameras, and ready to save me.

Geo leaned in, and I smelled his woodsy, leather scent. The dark, spicy masculine aroma that had been his calling card since long before we lost our virginity to one another. I leaned into him on instinct, unable to keep away like a particularly stupid moth into an absolutely alluring flame.

“The cameras are off, love.” He brought the gun barrel to my cheek, lightly grazing it down my skin. It was still warm from the shot that was fired, and my knees trembled. From fear? Yes. It had to be from fear. Because the other option was that I weakened in arousal. That was a reality I wasn’t ready for. “And your friends are all gone.”

“What have you done?” I said through gritted teeth. I wanted to sound mean, but the words came out as a sad, pathetic little whimper.

“I sent them home, so we could talk.” He ran the tip of his nose over mine. “Callum’s little assassin seems to think you and I have some unfinished business.”

“She’s wrong.” I tried to squirm from his hold. “We’re just finished.”

He chuckled, low and cruel. His eyes roamed my face, and whatever he found made his smile grow broader.

“Such a beautiful little liar,” he crooned.

His thumb caressed my cheek. His hand was gentle and warm. It was more terrifying than the gun he placed at my throat. I could, and should, have fought him off, but I didn’t.

There was something right about what was happening. A torture chamber, a gun in his hand. Even the corpse that hung like a slaughtered pig in the centre of the room. The feel of the heat that radiated from his skin.

I wanted this. I wanted all of this. His twisted fit with my darkness.

His free hand went down to my skirt. In a frantic, jumpy movement, he ripped my white, silk underwear from my body. He brought the fabric to eye level, and grinned.

“Soaked.”

“Self-satisfied, Scottish pervert,” I said through gritted teeth as heat rushed to my cheeks. The evidence of my arousal embarrassed me. But the fact that he knew it also thrilled me.

“Lying little English spy.” He bunched the fabric into his fist, then brought it to his nose before he slipped it into his pocket. “Do you know what time it is?”

I shook my head. That was true. I vaguely had an idea that it had been two days, but the constant overhead light was designed to keep us off kilter. To keep the prisoner from even knowing the basics of what time it was.

“The sun just set.” His words made my knees squeeze together as I felt the damning wetness pooling in my core. My traitorous body was giving in to him.

“I won’t be your whore anymore.” I lacked any conviction in my voice.

His fist fumbled in the space between us and I heard his belt buckle come undone, and the zipper of his trousers unzip. Fuck. My eyes shut, involuntarily, as a shudder went through my body. The pleasure of anticipation heating every cell of my body.

“You have no choice.” His voice threatened me.

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