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His soft smile flipped my stomach. Then he crushed his mouth against mine. Before I felt embarrassed about my morning breath, his tongue speared me, flicking and fucking me.
Achille growled, his fingers slipping under my waistband. He yanked. The pants dropped to my ankles. Achille palmed my bare leg. He pulled down my destroyed panties. His thumb rolled into my slick juices. He groaned. I clenched my thighs, but he slapped them open. In went his finger. Then another, and an incredible fullness slammed into me. I gritted my teeth against the squelching noises. So wet.
He slid out and tasted his lips. His eyes glazed over, and then whatever leash he’d tethered to himself snapped. He turned me around. Hand to my back, he made me bow. The counter dug into my hips. His belt clicked and then, without warning, he impaled me. I clutched the edge of the sink. He spent some time getting inside, wedging me open, and then he settled into a steady rhythm.
Everything was sore. He probably didn’t feel much better with the way he’d fucked me last night. Pain danced with sweetness as he pulled my legs apart and shoved them together, finding the best position. Then his hand cupped my mound and played with the hardened bud.
Oh Lord.
Pausing, he gripped my right leg. He hiked it up and sheathed himself. A moan burst from my clenched lips. It ached, but he felt so good.
He grabbed my neck. Squeezing, he drove into me. Every thrust knocked me into the cabinets. My hands flailed, landing on the faucet, the window. I pushed against him, trying to withstand his brutal assault. He came hard, the aftershocks rippling through my body.
I could barely stand.
He slipped out of me, my pussy clenching on air. Warmth gushed down my leg. He took my shaking body and flung me on the table. My thighs twitched as he pulled them apart.
“Y-you don’t have to.”
His searing gaze stabbed into me, warning me not to fuss. He kissed my inner thigh, but it was wolfish. Biting. He kissed the other leg, and a jolt ran into my pussy. Then he turned his head, his breath ghosting the most intimate part of me. I bit my lip hard, quivering at the thought of him doing something so naughty.
“So beautiful,” he sighed.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to taste you.”
I tried to close my legs, but he gripped me harder. “I need a shower.”
“You’re right where I want you.”
“But I’m dirty.”
He hushed me, his head lowering.
The first hot stroke made me gasp. The second threw my head back, and it hit the table. Stars burst in my skull, but I barely registered the pain. He lapped up our juices. He flicked my clit and closed his mouth around me. The slurping quieted to a gentle sucking.
My nails dug into the wooden table, delirious.
I watched him eat me out. I must’ve been a mess down there, but Achille didn’t care. He pressed his face into me, licking. A storm built inside me, whirling into a tight wind as he kissed, sucked, fucked me with his tongue. I breathed heavily, clenching and unclenching my hands. Slowly, I rocked my hips, screaming his name. Warmth bloomed inside me and I came, tightening my legs around his face. He released me with a wet pop. A soft kiss landed on the small hood, still ricocheting with electricity.
When it was over, we took a shower. He kissed me under the water. It was so sweet. He soaped his hands and washed me, his strokes tender. My whole body ached, but it felt good, like a plant watered after a long drought. He turned off the shower and left the humidity to grab a towel. Then he wrapped it around me, planting a kiss on my brow.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ACHILLE
We got in the car and headed to Boston.
Returning to the city felt like walking into a burning house, but I knew what to do. Revenge needed time to age in the shadows before it was served. Violet kept shooting me looks, her eyes darting away when I caught her.
“You did good,” I said. “Thought you might second-guess yourself.”
She gave a small smile that said more about heartache than words ever could. “The girl I was, she’s long gone, left behind the day I buried my sister. This world ain’t kind. To survive, sometimes you gotta be willin’ to walk into the darkness yourself.”
I glanced at her. “You don’t have to be a villain. Stay true to who you are, no matter what’s thrown at you.”
She frowned. “What if I’m becoming something I never wanted to be?”
