Page 203 of The Devil We Crave
Maybe the idea of him stalking me and knowing everything about me even before we crossed paths is outrageously hot.
Maybe it’s beyond toxic, but right now, it doesn’t matter andI don’t care.
Right now, all I want—all Icrave—is him, in all his venomous, monstrous glory, giving me exactly what I need.
I whine and moan loudly, like I don’t give a shit who hears me. As if it even matters since I’m beingwatched.
Achilles fucks me like ademon, pounding my pussy relentlessly as he spanks my ass and pulls my hair, until I’m a shaking, sobbing, dripping mess slumped over the car.
His eager little fuck toy.
His willing hole.
His.
I come again and again, writhing against the front bumper, moaning and drooling onto the hood as Achilles fucks into me over and over.
I want this so badly.
But I don’twantto want it, because of everything else.
“Achilles,” I choke. “Stop it?—”
“One word,” he snarls, yanking my head up by the roots of my hair as his teeth rake my ear. “One. Fucking. Word. Nothingelse,” he growls. “You aremine, Yelena, and there’s literally only one fucking word that can change that. Notplease. Notno. And the more you say stop, the harder I’m going to fuck?—”
“Stop.”
I cry out when he unbelievably raises the intensity of his fucking even higher.
“Stop stop stop?—”
“All I hear ismore more HARDER.”
He pounds into me with a fury that knocks the breath from my lungs and makes my legs give out. I go limp, impaled on his cock, drowning in the all-consuming ecstasy of the downrightviolentway he’s fucking me.
He’s never been this rough before.
This hard.
This brutal.
And I ameating it the fuck up.
It’s pain mixed with pleasure.
Entrapment and freedom.
Madness and catharsis.
And suddenly, I’m coming harder than Ieverhave before.
I scream, my entire body spasming and then going utterly limp against the car as the orgasm detonates through me. My vision blurs and goes white. My throat closes. Reality shuts off until all I’m conscious of is a rolling wave of orgasm after orgasm crashing over me as Achilles fucks the shit out of me.
With a groan, he buries every inch inside me. His fingers dig into my hip and tighten in my hair, and I feel the wet pulse of his release as he groans. His hot cum pours into me, pumping over and over, until it feels like he’s filling me with a gallon of his cum.
What. The.Fuck.
When he slides out, I’m barely conscious. I can scarcely think, or stand, or evenbreathe. All I can do is lie there limply against the car as I lift my eyes and shiver.
