I was close.
Soclose.
My mouth fell open, and I felt an orgasm seizing every muscle and cell in my body when he pulled out suddenly. Hot,sticky cum spurted onto the backs of my thighs. Then he pushed me down so my knees hit the floor roughly and pumped his cock to come into my hair.
The goddamn bastard. I was going to end him.
“What the fuck?” I scrambled up, pushing at his chest. He stepped sideways from me, flicked on the tap, and pushed his still-erect cock under the water, washing the traces of me from his skin.
“What kind of animal are you?” I cupped my hands under the tap, gathering some water I intended to clean my hair with.
“Don’t touch it,” came his dry retort as he tucked himself back into his shorts. “I want you to walk around with my crusty cum all over your hair. Remind you who’s the bitch now.”
“I didn’t come.”
“Yeah.” He rolled his tongue over his front teeth in a devious smirk. “That wasn’t accidental.”
“Are you punishing me?” I seethed.
“Hey, I just had my dick in your cunt. I’m punishing both of us.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to not lose my shit and bite my tongue if I wanted to get out of this situation in one piece. Achilles was a psychopath. A real one. And unlike my brother, he wouldn’t think twice before offing someone who annoyed him.
With a shake of my head, I pulled my underwear up and tugged my dress down. I didn’t try to make myself presentable. There was no point. I was going out there looking like I’d been thoroughly fucked and like I didn’t care one iota if everyone knew.
We exited the lavatory and made our way back to the sitting area. I headed toward my side of the plane when Achilles reclaimed his seat and slapped his thigh. “In my lap, Piccola Fiamma.”
The prick was really going to milk every single second of this arrangement. But it was too late to back down, especially when I’d already started paying for my freedom.
I assumed my place on his thigh and scrolled through my phone, ignoring the curious gazes Nico and Fabio threw at me. Thankfully, Jeremie still had his nose buried deep in his phone, minding his own business.
I could feel the others’ imploring eyes on my face, though.
“Anyone got something to say?” Achilles growled, staring down each of his soldiers with a wrathful glare. He yanked me closer, almost protectively. My back slammed against his chest. “Because I’d justloveto hear what’s going on in those empty heads of yours.”
“Nope,” “Sorry, Boss” was said in chorus. Jeremie didn’t reply. He seemed above the bullshit. A true Rasputin through and through.
“Good,” Achilles said slowly, his palm resting on my thigh. “Now look the other way before I claw your eyes out.”
The soldiers busied themselves—one with a book, the other rearranging his Rolex on his wrist.
“Fuck’s sake, Jer.” Achilles popped a piece of gum into his mouth, not offering me any. “Whose thirst trap are you ogling on Instagram?”
Jeremie quickly turned his phone screen-down, but Fabio still managed to steal a glimpse. “Whoever she is, she looks Italian,” he snorted.
Achilles shook his head seriously. “Then I hope for his sake he isn’t planning on more than a quick fuck. Alex wants him back in Vegas.”
Jeremie glanced up with an expression suggesting he wanted to off all of us for interrupting him, a glare so intense and full of evil, it might as well have been a war declaration.
Achilles was wrong. Whoever she was, he was going to keep her.
Even if the entire world had to pay the price.
Chapter Nine
Tierney
We landed in a small,private airport on the outskirts of Naples.
