Is it the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? Yes. But is it healthy? Absolutely fucking not, and I've had more than my share of toxic to last me a few lifetimes.
"I've been starving for creativity for too long to let go,mon trésor.But this doesn't have to be difficult. We can come to an agreement."
"Let go," I grunt, fisting his wrist as he unzips me slowly. "The only agreement we can come to is you leaving me alone and understanding that I have a boyfriend."
"The more you come for me, the weaker that excuse gets."
"I'm not playing, Achilles. I won't leave him, and even less, leave him foryou."
The insistence in my voice does the opposite of my request. He freezes for a moment, and then his self-satisfied tone reaches me again.
"Let me show you how badlyI'mnot playing." He turns me, the movement so sudden, I throw my arms out to hold on to something so I don’t fall.
My hand hits the stand, the sheets flying to the floor.
"Look at me," he orders.
My eyes snap to his, making me feel even less stable when I have to tilt my head back from our proximity.
It's his unperturbed voice and evil smile that send cold panic through my veins when he says, "It's my sanity you play with when you try to escape me. And I have very,verylittle of it. I wouldn't advise doing that anymore. Do you know why?"
I shake my head, so faintly I'm not sure he sees it.
"Because I have pictures of you, in my bedroom, at my party, covered in my cum. And my instinct is telling me your boyfriendwouldn't like to see that." His grip tightens on my jaw, his gaze narrowing on me. "And how unfortunate would it be if someone sent him a screenshot of that Hermes post?"
"You can't be serious," I rasp. "You put me in those situations."
"I don't think that'll matter to him, but you know him better, so tell me if I'm wrong."
He's not. I'm in way over my head with this situation, and Chase won't care. He'll just make me suffer. I don't want to imagine the damage he'll cause. To me, my dad. My entire life will go up in flames.
"Like I said." His thumb caresses my cheek as he talks, my jaw starting to ache from his grip. "This doesn't have to be so hard. I can keep a secret, Nyx. Especially yours. He doesn't have to know how much you enjoy me becoming infatuated with you, how I'd do anything to have you."
I gulp, feeling my lower stomach tightening. My head is heavy with need, fear, and lust mixing together as my core lights up.
"So," he finally says. "Are you ready to play nice,mon trésor?"
His hand slides to the back of my head, gripping my hair and holding me in place as he lowers my jeans.
My heart hammers beneath my ribcage. This is blackmail. It is, right? But how does it work when he's giving me something I want?Forcingme to accept the lust I have for him.
I lick my lips, trying to shake my head, but quickly realizing it's impossible with the way he holds me.
He puts an end to my hesitation with a few simple words.
"Get on your knees."
Still blinking at him, I only move when I feel a tug at the back of my head.
"Achilles, please," I plead as I fall to my knees in front of him. "I need you to act rationally."
"Ah, see…" He chuckles mockingly. "Rationality goes out of the window when it involves you. Open this pretty mouth of yours."
His thumb traces my lips, and the second they part, he presses it into my mouth.
"Look at you," he murmurs his approval. "This is exactly what I need. Your wide eyes filled with fear and excitement. A masterpiece."
I whimper when he undoes his jeans.
