God, I was going to destroy the bastard as soon as we got out of here. I didn’t care if I had to hide from the Camorra for therest of my life. But right now, in this exact moment in time, I didn’t have any choice.
I opened up, tasting my arousal on his cock as he speared himself all the way in. I choked around his girth, his tip scraping the back of my throat. Tears began leaking from my eyes. It wasn’t just from my gag reflex. The humiliation strangled me, and I hated myself for not hating this. For still being turned on by what he was doing to me.
“Hamish told me you have a degradation kink.” He clawed the back of my head, fucking my face with vigor. “You know, before I killed him.”
I felt his hot cum sliding down my throat, and it took everything in me not to bite his dick off. He fisted my hair, keeping me still as he emptied himself inside my mouth.
“Oh,fuck,” he grunted, closing his eyes. “Just so you know, if you try to bite me, I’m breaking your neck and letting you fall off the cliff.”
I internally screamed like a wounded animal. I didn’t think I could hate anyone more than Igor Rasputin, but Achilles came damn close.
After he was done, he let go of my hair. I fell backward, my ass hitting the ground. My tears kept falling, and now I wasn’t just angry and ashamed—I was reeling.
Pushing up to my feet, I turned around and stomped away, descending the cliff on the same pathway on which we’d arrived.
“Tierney,” Achilles barked. “Back here.Now.”
“I’d sayfuck you, asshole, but I don’t want to fuck you. Even at the price of being sold to Stefano Coppola.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice echoed across the cliff, carried by the wind.
“I’ll find my way to Coppola. Fuck off and leave me alone.”
I stomped so hard my teeth chattered with each step, but I didn’t stop. I heard the engine purring to life behind me, andsure enough, he zigzagged in front of me, stopping in a screech and blocking my path. The mere sight of him made me want to scream.
“Get on the bike,” he snarled.
“Leave me alone.”
“What’s wrong with you?” he growled, hands tightening over the handlebars.
“What’s wrong withme?” I stabbed my chest with my finger. “This weekend doesn’t give you a free pass to treat me like trash. I have enough of that from you when we’re home. I get it. I wronged you. You never got over it. No one forced you to stay in touch with me. Grow up. You’re talking about my mental age? Yours doesn’t scratch eleven. All you do is bully and belittle me, and when we fuck, you don’t even let me come!”
“Thought you liked degradation,” he said, almost comically surprised.
“Consensual!” I screamed. “You don’t just fuck someone’s face without permission. What the hell is wrong with you?” Wiping the tears with the heels of my palms, I shook my head. “You thought you were doing me a favor?”
His face bricked over, and he didn’t say anything.
“You’re a shit lay.”
His throat worked around a swallow. “I thought this was how you wanted it.”
The catch in his voice almost calmed me down.Almost. Ignorance was no excuse for abuse.
“Are you ever going to forgive me for what happened?” The question scorched a path through my throat.
“I don’t know.”
The air pulsated with intensity between us, and my lungs squeezed around the little air inside them. I couldn’t take being near him anymore. A part of me wanted him to kill me already. Finish me off. It wasn’t like he’d left much to live for, anyway.
I shook my head. “Move.”
“I’ll let you come next time.”
“There won’t be next time.”
“Yes there will, and I’ll do better.” He paused, measuring his words. “And I won’t…” He cleared his throat. “I won’t mention my conversations with your therapists again.”
