“Why not?”
“I already have a date tonight,” I lied. Anything to put more space between us. I wasn’t ready to give up so quickly. Plus, if he really did change, he would let me have my freedom. We weren’t together. I could date other people. Kiss them. Screw them. I wasn’t his property, and he’d better remember that.
“That’s a shame.” His demeanor was still ice-cold, his tone dry and amused. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to make it.”
“Why not?”
He shoved me into the pool, going down with me. The splash reverberated in my ears as we pierced the water, sinking under the surface. His lips crashed down on mine underwater. Hard, demanding, relentless. Our limbs tangled, the water cooling our skin. We were in the deep end, both literally and figuratively, and I never wanted to come up for air.
Our tongues lapped at each other, devouring one another. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed off the bottom of the pool. We broke the surface, still fused in this slow, drugging, erotic kiss. I ground against him, running my fingers over the scars on his face.
“M—more,” I panted, fingers curling over soaked fabric, clawing at sculpted muscles. “I want more.”
“More what?”
“More everything.”
A growl of satisfaction poured from his mouth into mine.
His words from last week ghosted over every inch of my needy flesh.
“When I kiss you again, you’re going to be willing and begging for it.”
“Admit that you were jealous.”
“I wasn’t?—”
He reached between us and pushed his pants down, as he freed his cock, holding it by the root and dragging the crown along my slit through my underwear. “Admit it, Tierney.”
My pride was eviscerated into smatterings in that moment, and all that was left was a throbbing, hot ache between my legs and adrenaline that made me tremble like a brittle leaf.
“I was,” I growled, kissing him harder, sinking my teeth into his skin, and making the kiss about sex and not about emotions. “Next time I see her standing next to you, I’ll break both her legs. Now, fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He tucked my underwear to the side roughly, pushing inside in one go.
I broke the kiss breathlessly, angling my head to the twinkling lights coming from the mansion. “Your family is ten feet away. They can watch me corrupting you through the window.”
“Let them have their fucking fill.” He devoured my neck, thrusting into me. “This is not sex, Little Flame. It isownership.”
The way he filled me made my mouth water, and I met him thrust for thrust, the golden gleam shining from the dining room our backdrop. All the people inside it could easily guess what we were doing in the pool if they turned to look in our direction, but I simply didn’t care.
I raked my fingers through his wet hair, the orgasm building inside me. Achilles had one hand on the small of my back. The other was pinching and teasing my erect nipples through my wet dress.
“My jealous little flame,” he teased, his lips finding my nipple and closing over it. The heat of his mouth against the coldness from the water gave me goose bumps everywhere. “You thought I’d give you up so quickly?”
“Sh—shut up,” I grunted. We drifted to the shallow end of the pool, so I was able to ride him faster, with more desperation than I cared to admit. To make this about lust and not about love. About pleasure and not about submission. I couldn’t be that girl anymore. The girl who wanted to die because she wasn’t exactly what he needed.
His teeth closed in on my collarbone, hot tongue swirling over cold skin as he moved to my other nipple. “I’llnevergive you up, Tierney. If I can’t have you, no one can.”
His words were all I needed to fall apart between his arms, screaming his name to the sky, relinquishing control to the orgasm that ripped through me like a storm.
No decency lived in the way we climbed out of the pool afterward, soaked and flushed.
Achilles threw a towel over my shoulders and stepped ahead of me to conceal me from view.
I secretly hoped Katya got a front-row seat to our antics in the pool. That should extinguish any inappropriate ideas she had about her future brother-in-law.
I was about to sit down on a lounge chair when Achilles shoved me against one of the walls in a hidden corner, crowding me with his impressive height.
