The problem is, my reaction is the exact opposite.
Turning on a dime from sensual to nightmare makes my core turn molten. His lethal edge makes me crave him.
I whimper when Achilles bites my earlobe and grinds the hot, thick bulge in his pants against my bare pussy.
“Maybe I should justfuck itout of you,” he rasps. “Maybe the feel of my cock getting drunk off your sweet cum and virgin blood would loosen your tongue…”
He’s still gripping my hair with one hand as the other one slowly slides between my legs. I feel his fingertips slide up my slick pussy, dragging another low moan from my chest.
His dark eyes flicker, turning the color of midnight, and that’s when I see it.
The complete disappearance of the golden boy.
The utter nakedness of him without his gleaming mask.
The full darkness of his devil.
And God help me, I want him to swallow me whole.
Suddenly, he’s lifting his hand and dragging his slick fingertips over my lips. I shiver, tasting myself as a single finger invades my mouth and slowly dips in and out, his dark eyes watching me in venomous fascination before he slowly pulls it free and wraps his own lips around it.
“Do you taste how sweet your pussy is?” he murmurs after sliding his finger back out, his mouth barely inches from mine.
I’m numb everywhere, unable to speak.
So I just nod, my eyes locked with his as I try to slow my galloping pulse.
“Good,” Achilles growls. “Now you know why you’re my new favorite meal, and why I’ll be back for more.”
I’m still sprawled on the ladder, barely hanging onto it, my legs still askew, one of my shoes half off and my face still throbbing with heat as he turns to leave.
“When?”
The word tumbles from my still trembling lips.
When.
It’s half out of anxious nerves and half out of desperate need, and it makes my cheeks burn even hotter.
Achilles pauses as turns to look at me over his broad shoulder.
“When you want it the most, but expect the least.”
He brings a hand up, miming pressing a mask to his face as a soft click drops from his lips.
Then he’s gone.
I stay there clinging to the ladder, trembling, until his footsteps on the marble floor fade away and all I can hear is the thud of my heart in my ears.
I slip to the floor, still trying to catch my breath as I turn on shaky legs, trying to make sense of what just happened.
What he did to me.
What Ilet himdo.
My hands tremble as I smooth my skirt down and tuck my blouse back in, realizing with a heated shiver that Achilles still has my panties.
I fix my socks and my hair, trying to slow my racing pulse and ignore the slick arousal tingling between my bare thighs as I make my way back upstairs.