Page 133 of The Devil We Crave
“Jesus, did hetell youwe hooked up?!” I hiss. “Because that’s a lie!”
He smiles coldly. “You just thought it would befunto leave your panties for him in Lochlan’s room?”
Dread pools in my center.
“That…that’s not?—”
“Notwhat, Yelena,” he rasps.
“Notwhat you think.”
“Oh, isn’t it?”
His hand drops to my bare thigh, and I suppress the urge to moan when his touch sends shockwaves through my body. Thunder rumbles again outside, and my core clenches as heat pools between my legs. He drags his fingertips over my skin, andthis time, I can’t stop the needy whine from tumbling from my mouth.
Achilles chuckles quietly.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Suddenly, he grabs my left hand with his and plants it palm-down on the table in front of us, right next to the hunting knife standing at gleaming attention.
Achilles laces his fingers over mine, keeping my hand pinned to the table.
He reaches for the knife with his other hand.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammer.
He yanks the knife out of the wood.
“Achilles—”
“I’m going to ask one more time,” he murmurs as he casually twirls the knife. “Whatwere you doing leaving your panties for Kyle.”
“It’s not what you?—”
I scream when the tip of the knife suddenly plunges into the table between our middle and ring fingers.
“JESUS CHRIST!” I choke. “Are you insane!?”
“Why’d you leave him your panties, Yelena.”
He yanks the knife out of the table.
“Achilles,please?—”
I choke on another heart-stopping scream as the blade stabs into the wood between our thumbs and index fingers.
“Stop!” I scream.
“Then tell me,” he murmurs, “thefucking…” He yanks the knife out again.
“Truth.”
I shudder when he stabs it down, right next to our pinkies.
“Where they for Lochlan?”
I inhale sharply as he pulls the blade out and then deftly drives the tip down between our fore- and middle fingers.
