“Good girl.”
A pulse surges through me and I kiss him softly. Then I turn to leave for class.
“Aren't you forgetting something.”
I turn, my brows knit. “N-no?”
Achilles cocks a brow. “Oh, but you are.” He holds out his palm. “Panties.”
I shiver. “What?”
“Yourpanties, Yelena,” he growls. “You’re still wearing them.”
Oh fuck…
My gaze returns to his. Heat drips down my spine and pools between my thighs. Then slowly, trembling, I glance at the doorway to the kitchen and reach under my skirt. I slip my thong down my legs, step out of it, and hand it to him, my face throbbing.
“You’ll get them back later,” he murmurs, his eyes locked with mine. “After I use them to tie your wrists behind your back while I fuck your messy, wet cum hole.”
38
YELENA
Needless to say,my ability to focus onanythingschool-related after that is shot. But somehow, I make it through my morning and early afternoon classes. I grab lunch with Wren, who’s back to grumbling about Laz and his “prison rules”.
Then she asks me how things are going with Achilles. I’m not generally one to share smutty details about my personal life. But the second my face turns an interesting shade of crimson, it starts tumbling out.
I don’t give herallthe details.Godno. But enough that by the time I’m done, I’m crumpled into a little ball of mortification and Wren is almost standing on the table waving her napkin like a flag and declaring me a “freak queen”.
“You know what, though, Freak Queen?”
“What,” I mumble, my cheeks flaming.
I seriously can’t believe I just told her about Achilles chasing me at the cabin the other day.
Wren giggles. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Like…get it, girl.”
“Get what? Commitment papers?”
She laughs. “Hey, it’s not something I ever gravitated toward, Galina’s filthy books notwithstanding. But…damn.” She fans herself. “That sounds seriously hot.”
I grin, biting my lip. “Well…yeah,” I giggle. “Ten out of ten.”
She snorts. “And aside from the smutty romance book level sex? Are you saying thisisn’tjust a porn-level fuck-fest?”
I groan, burying my face in my hands.
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “But it’s really, really good.”
She beams at me before giving me a hug. “You know you deserve this, right? And that’s not me suggesting that you might. I’m telling you.” She gives me a sharp look. “In fact, I’m herewithorderingyou to accept that you deserve this.”
I smile widely and salute her. “Aye-aye, captain.”
Part of me wants to sneak back to Achilles’ room as soon as my last class is over at one and wait for him, naked, in his bed. But I do have a meeting with my academic advisor at three-fifteen, and I really should get some studying in. So I head to Ravencroft Library instead.
An hour and a half later, my eyes are blurry from darting between the half dozen textbooks open in front of me, my pages of scrawled notes, and the glow of my laptop.
“I guess now I know why you wouldn’t kiss me the other night.”
