Page 99 of Taming Achilles

I couldn’t move. I was shocked, I think. Frozen into place as he positioned his hard cock at my entrance, ready to push into me. His velvety tip teasing my folds apart.

“You wouldn’t.” I shook my head by a measure of millimetres, his keen eyes watching my every movement. “Don’t!”

“Challenge accepted, Princess,” he growled as he thrust deep into me, to the hilt, our hips pressing together and I screamed at the beautiful intrusion. I was so wet, and ready for him. I was pinned to the concrete wall at my back as he pistoned inside me, impaling me higher and higher on the wall until my legs spread, hooking onto his hips until I climbed his body to fasten around his waist.

“See?” Geo’s hot breath was in my ear as I whimpered with every thrust. “You’re still my whore.” His free hand cupped my bare arse. “You’ll always be my whore.”

I shook my head.

“I won’t be one of your fucking women,” I spat, feeling resentment clawing its dark fingers around the warmth that was growing in my heart. “I refuse.”

“Then don’t be. Be my wife.” His mouth came to claim mine, and I tried to turn my face away. He used the gun to turn my cheek toward him, holding me still with the barrel. He pried his lips away and grinned. “You’ll be mine, forever. Just as you always have been. Just as this cunt has been faithful to me, so will the rest of you.”

A tear went down my cheek. I tried to remember the names of the women I knew, but they all disappeared just as my mind grasped them. Banished with his cruel thrusts. One by one, the names were forgotten until every muscle of my body tensed, my mouth opened in a silent scream. And all at once, I went over the edge, feeling the orgasm everywhere. In the tension at my back, my stomach, in the shaking of my thighs as they clung onto him for dear life.

“What are you doing to me?” I screamed. I felt dizzy, like my mind was in a hazy fog. I was numb and sensitive all at once. Floating and falling. “I’ve never felt this way. God! What are you doing to me?”

It must have been my hunger. My weakened state from staying in this interrogation room too long. What else could explain the feeling of floating under my skin? Of pleasure, and life, and death all swirling around me, suspended and crashing inside my ribs.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Take your pleasure. Give in to it. I’ll catch you when you fall, Princess.”

He growled, his teeth nipping at the curve of my neck. His warm cum filled me, the heat of it coating my insides in a primal, satisfying finishing act of our joining.

I breathed him in. His sweat, the leathery cologne, and the smell of wool, and the particular spice of his anger. My own personal aphrodisiac, crashing into my exhausted body.

I heard the click of the gun as his thumb switched it to safe. He put it into a pocket on the outside of his blazer, and out came a knife. He grabbed my hands and brought my wrists to his lips to kiss the red lines where the zip ties had dug into my skin.

“Put me down,” I whispered through panted breaths.

“No.”

“Geordie …”

“Geo,” he corrected.

“Please, put me down. I can’t.” Heat in my chest tightened around my heart. The sadness was pouring in. And I remembered everything. Simona. Athanya. His exploration with other women.

That he wouldn’t marry me.

“You’re being cruel.” Another tear streamed down my cheek, lingering under my chin before falling to the ground. “Please, let me go.”

“No.”

“Please!” I slumped down, bringing my hands over my heart as if I could protect myself from him.

“No.”

He placed a hand under my chin, curving over my jaw to turn my face to him. But I turned away. Shaking my head back and forth, to match the quivering that was overtaking my body.

“My love, you’re crashing.” He kissed the top of my cheekbone. “You rose high, and now you’re falling.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m here to catch you.”

I shook my head, and cried out a watery, “No.”

“Yes.”

“For fuck’s sake, stop. Please. You’re hurting me.” I beat my fist against my chest, feeling it echo in my ribs. “Don’t be kind to me when you’re just going to hurt me.”

I clawed at my neck, digging my nails into my skin, needing pain again. Needing something to pull me out of my head. Pull me out of these feelings that I didn’t want anymore. The pain of the body could halt the pain of the mind. I needed to get out. I needed it to stop before it broke me.

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