Page 200 of The Devil We Crave
Achilles doesn’t stop until he’s right against me, his scent surrounding me and his hands pressed to the wall on either side of me, caging me in.
“That fuckingtone,” he growls tightly.
Shit.
Ihatehow much I want him the second his low voice ripples over my skin. His scent sets a million brain impulses firing all at once. Being so close to him makes my body remember, vividly, all the things he can do to it.
“Your sarcasm aside, little prey,” he murmurs darkly, leaning closer as his eyes flay me open, “I don’t believe for asecondthat you’re surprised by my reaction to you dancing with that fuckwad.”
I swallow uneasily.
“Letting himput his hands on you,” he hisses.
Achilles’ hand slides to my neck, his fingers curling around my throat and instantly making my insides melt.
“Don’t touch me,” I whisper, swallowing against his hand. “You don’t get to?—”
“Yes, I do. You’remine, Yelena,” he growls.
I glare at him defiantly. “You think after everything you did?—”
“Yes.”
I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing. “Youstalked me!” I snap. “You cheated?—”
“I haven’t so much aslookedat another woman since you?—”
“Notthatkind of cheating!” I yell. “I mean cheated at the whole game! You rigged it!”
He doesn’t blink. “And?”
I gape at him. “And that’s insane! Almost as insane as not understanding why I’d be upset about it!!”
I gasp as his other hand slides to my hip. “Whywouldyou be upset about that?” he snarls, his thumb stroking the top of my leg through my skirt.
“D-don’t touch me,” I choke.
“You’ve already said that,” he murmurs, still brushing his thumb up and down, electrifying my skin.
“But you’re still doing it?—”
“Yes, and I willcontinue to,” he growls.
His hand slides between my legs, and I bite back a whimper when his fingers slide over my damp panties through my skirt.
“Don’t you dare?—”
“You’re fuckingmine,” he snarls. “Not that sketchy motherfucker you tried to dance with.”
Somehow, I find the strength to shove his hand away from between my thighs as I glare at him.
“Seriously?!” I bark, laughing coldly. “That guy was a totally fucking normal,niceguy!”
Achilles’ eyes narrow in a way that makes me shiver.
“Normal and nice?” he says quietly.
“Yeah,” I sneer. “Maybe that’s the kind of guy I should?—”
