Page 201 of The Devil We Crave
All the air leaves my body as Achilles grabs my arm, turns, and hauls me after him as he storms through the parking lot.
“I'll show youthatkind of guy,” he snarls.
“Let go of me!” I punch at his arm with my free hand. But it’s like trying to extract myself from concrete. All I can do is stumble after him as he drags me through the lines of parked cars, trucks, and motorcycles.
“Where thehellare you?—!”
Then I seeexactlywhere he’s taking me.
Travis is standing next to the open door of a BMW, smoking a cigarette and looking at his phone, totally oblivious to Achilles surging toward him.
“Hey,” Achilles says casually as we storm over.
Travis glances up, his eyes barely starting to widen in recognition before Achilles lets go of me, winds up, and punches Travis right in the throat.
“ACHILLES!!”
He hits Travis again, then shoves him into the front seat of his car.
“What thefuckis wrong with you!” I scream as Achilles shoves his hand into Travis’ jacket pocket and yanks out a baggie of pills.
He whirls toward me, his jaw clenched.
“You know what this is?!” he snarls coldly. “Rohypnol.Roofies, Yelena,” he snaps, jamming a finger into Travis’ face. “You sure that's the nice, normal motherfucker you’d rather be spending your time with?!”
Travis is still groaning and writhing when Achilles whirls on him. He punches Travis again, spilling blood across the passenger seat before he grabs Travis' jaw and forces his mouth open. I watch, my pulse thudding, as Achilles dumps the entire contents of the baggie into Travis’ open mouth, clamps it shut again, and slaps him heavily in the throat.
Travis swallows involuntarily, then moans pathetically as his eyes go wide.
“Hospital…” he gasps when Achilles lets go of him. “You need to get me to?—”
“I don’t need to do fuck-all,” Achilles growls, grabbing the car keys out of Travis’ trembling hand. “You stay right there, and keep your eyes fucking open, or I’ll cut them out of your face and then slit your throat.”
Holy shit.
One, what the fuck is happening.
Two, why thefuckam I so turned on by it?
Illicit, venomous heat coils around my center when Achilles turns back to me. The very air around us crackles with dark energy as he slowly stalks toward me, his eyes burning with black fire.
“Time to show youexactlywhat kind of man you need, little prey,” he rasps.
I’m shaking with need when he grabs me. Energy crackles and flickers over my skin, tightening my nipples to pebbles and flooding heat between my thighs.
A whimper hums from my throat when he spins me around and shoves me face-down across the hood of Travis’ car. Before I can say or do anything, or even comprehend what’s happening, Achilles is yanking up my skirt and bringing his palm down hard on my ass.
And God help me, Imoan.
He spanks me again, making me yelp and squeeze my eyes shut as I claw at the hood of the car. His brutal palm cracks against my soft flesh again, dragging another choked cry from my throat as the force of it sends me up on my tiptoes.
I want him.
And hate him.
And really,reallywant him.
“Thisis what you fucking need, Yelena,” he snarls. “Not fucking nice and normal. Notsweetand?—”
