Page 11 of Beast

A softness I don’t expect to see resonates from Taren’s eyes as he nods.

Quickly, I move toward my friends and we come into a big group hug in the middle. The tears spill then. I can’t keep them back. God knows when or if I’ll ever see them again.

“I love you all,” I murmur, wiping the tears from my face. “We will see each other again,” I vow, despite knowing it’s probably not true.

Matias glares at me through his busted eyes, hobbling out of the cell. Taren grabs my wrist and drags me away. “It’s time.” He leads me down the corridor and then turns to me. “Discard your clothes there.” He points at a bin and then nods at a shower. “And go wash.”

I do as I’m told, thankful to be able to wash the grime and dirt away. The shower is not very warm, but it suffices. After I’ve been in for about five minutes, I hear Taren’s voice.

“No lingering. Gaston is waiting and he doesn’t like being kept long!”

I swallow hard and shut off the faucet, toweling myself off and drying my hair. My stomach churns as I’ve got no clothes.

“Taren, what do I?—”

“There’s a dress on the back of the door and panties on the side. Put them on.”

That’s when I spot it. A dark black short dress which will hardly cover my ass. And a tiny pair of lace panties. I shudder at the thought of wearing both, but do as I’m told, slipping into the soft satin fabric.

When I return to his side, Taren gives a nod. “Perfect. Come on.”

Taren leads me out of the Navarro mansion and I feel torn. I’m leaving my best friends behind, Luna, Kali & Alice, but I feel hopeful that this might be my first chance to escape. Maybe once I’m with Gaston, I’ll find a way back home. A way to save my friends too.

The limo is waiting in front of the mansion and Taren opens the door for me. I hesitate before sliding inside to find Gaston. Those gray eyes pierce through me as if they can see right to my soul. He’s so unnaturally beautiful it’s unnerving.

I glare back at him, which seems to ignite something in his eyes.

He moves closer to me. “So, Blake, isn’t it?” he asks, placing a hand on my thigh. “You’re so gorgeous I can’t wait to play with you.”

“Keep your hands off me,” I retort, shifting my leg away from him.

Gaston grabs a fistful of my hair and angles my head back, looming over me. I may be tall, but he still towers me by at least five or six inches.

“Listen here,” he growls. “I paid millions of dollars for you. Do you really think you have any say in what happens to you now? I’ll touch you whenever and however I please. Understand?”

Defiance flares to life within me as I glare back at him.

He tightens his grasp in my hair, pulling my face so close to his our lips are almost touching. “That’s not an answer, Blake,” he says softly but threateningly. “Do you understand?”

I toy with the idea of ignoring him again, but the glint in his eyes serves as a warning. This man is dangerous and pushing him might be a bad fucking idea. “Yes,” I say quietly, hating that I crumbled so easily.

“Good girl,” he says approvingly, releasing his hold on my hair.

Gaston’s praise sends a strange rush of pleasure through me, and I realize that I’m getting turned on. I quickly squeeze my thighs together, trying to hide my arousal.

He notices my reaction and grins wickedly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Blake?”

I shake my head, trying to deny it, but my body betrays me. My nipples harden, and I can feel the heat rising between my legs.

Gaston leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Maybe you’re the perfect little submissive after all. The kind who loves getting praised, who craves the attention of a dominant man.”

His words send a thrill through me, and I can’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement. I’ve always been fiercely independent and strong-willed, but there’s something about men being dominant with me sexually that I’ve never experienced before. Something that makes me want to submit and relinquish control.

Ignoring his musings about my desire to submit to him, I look into his cold, gray eyes. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Well,” he begins, running a finger along my jawline. “Your job now is to serve me in every way I want. You’ll address me as ‘sir’ at all times, and you’ll obey every command I give you without question. And since my cock is currently hard,” he grabs himself through his pants, “it’s your job to satisfy me.”

“Fuck you!” I spit.

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