Page 95 of Loving the Tormentor

"Please," I squeak, contracting around him.

He pulls out before the tip is past my entrance and presses back in.

"Oh God," I moan, but my chest is ripping apart, and I'm dying to be reminded that he's not going to hurt me. "Please, take the knife away."

He repeats the process, barely breaching before pulling back. Countless times. He drives me crazy, letting me get lost between my anxious thoughts and destructive lust.

And then he freezes. The tension shifts. It doesn't take away my desperation. The one to hear his pants, the one to feel him. I want everything. He could destroy my entire being, and I would ask for more. And still…still, I can't get past the terror within me.

"Please," I pant. "I'm scared. Take it away."

He pushes me harder against the wall.

"It's the blunt side of the blade, baby," he rasps in my ear before thrusting inside me.

I tighten around him, feeling like I've been waiting for it my entire life. The fear evaporates completely, his assurance fixing all my wounds, and I feel my body finally letting go. Sparks electrify my skin, my stomach liquifies, and I lose my senses as the whole world disappears.

All that’s left is the pure pleasure of Achilles coming in and out of me.

"Come for me,mon trésor," he murmurs so subtly I almost miss it.

My body doesn't miss it. I detonate like a bomb he lit up, and my entire being trembles as he accelerates his thrusts, taking everything I have to give until he explodes with a deep grunt.

And when my vision returns and he lets go of my wrists, I don't even remember what I was scared of in the first place.

The car rolls to a stop after a long drive through the woods. Achilles reaches for a small remote in the middle console and opens the gate in front of us.

The second we drove away from the North Shore, he only said one thing.

"I hope you feel safe now."

And I only replied with,"I do."

I'm not sure why knowing he murdered people scares me less than anything else he's done.

That's for the bruise on her arm.

That's for the bruise on her arm.

That's for the bruise on her arm.

My gaze flicks down to the blue skin.

"It's just a bruise," I murmur.

"And now word is going to spread on your side of town as to what happens when there'sjust a bruiseon you."

He's not worried in the slightest about consequences. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with the mark he carved into Bennett before we left the warehouse. It was some kind of small circle on his arm.

"What about your side of town?" I rasp.

He smiles. It's genuine, and those are the kind of smiles that make my heart skip a beat. They make me melt for him, and I forget about the craziness that's always lingering in his eyes.

"Baby, my side of town knows not to cross me. It's only on the North Shore that people underestimated me."

I look at the house that appears in front of us, my eyes widening as we get closer.

"What the fuck is this?" I ask the second he stops on the curved gravel driveway.