Page 204 of The Devil We Crave
Travis looks dead.
“Achilles—”
“That motherfucker was a rapist. You’ll forgive my lack of fucks,” he growls.
I somehow stand, my legs shaky, my body tingling and throbbing all over.
His cum is dripping down my thighs as I try to adjust my soaked, sticky panties. I glance back at the car, blushing fiercely, and shiver at the vacant eyes of the man slumped over in the driver's seat.
Achilles did that.
He didn’t just yank me away from where I was dancing with someone.
He didn’t just stop a predator from drugging me and doing God knows what.
He fuckingkilled him.
Jesus.
“We’re leaving.”
I whimper, stumbling after Achilles as he wraps a hand around my arm and starts to pull me away, his cum still dripping down my legs.
That was, hands down, the hottest, most intense sex of my life.
…But nothing has changed.
What hedidhasn’t changed, and my confusion over how I should think about that has only gotten worse.
Achilles pulls me toward the parking lot exit. I let him, because my legs are still wobbly and his hand on my arm is the only steady thing in my world right now.
We pass under the yellow glow of a flickering streetlight, and I see his face.
It’s livid and lined with not just the fury from inside the bar, not just the uncontrolled violence of what he just did. There’s something more that is even more unsettling.
It’ssatisfaction.
It’s the calm expression of a man who handled a situation that needed handling and feels completely settled about it. Like, the math came out right.
I stop walking.
Achilles feels that I'm no longer in step with him and turns. His brow furrows, and he looks like he’s reading me.
But notstudyingme.
There’s a difference. And that's what I can't get past.
He doesn’thaveto look for anything, or decipher anything, or piece anything together. He’s never had to with me, because he already knew everything.
He knew my kinks before I even walked into that Para Bellum party. He knew my limits and my darkest fantasies. He knew what I needed, wanted, and feared. He knew what would bring me to my knees. And he filed all that information away and used it to build something I'd walk into willingly.
And I did. And now Ikeepdoing it. I just did it again, back there, bent over the hood of that car.
“We’re leaving, Yelena.”
I don’t know why, but that’s what finally breaks it open.
He says it like he’s not even the tiniest bit worried that I might have a differing opinion.
