Page 17 of Beast

I arch a brow. “I don’t remember you giving me a time limit.” It’s the truth. He merely told me to get ready.

Gaston nods at the bags on the counter. “I ordered some food while you were getting ready. I figured we could get to know each other and save you cooking. But since you took your sweet time, it’s all cold now.”

A wave of annoyance washes over me. “That’s not my fault. You didn’t tell me how quick to be.”

“You should’ve known better than to take so long.”

I clench my hands into fists. “I hadn’t had a hot shower in God knows how long, so I was enjoying myself.”

He arches a brow. “Enjoying yourself how? I hope you weren’t touching your pussy, as that belongs to me now.” He stands from the stool he was sitting on and steps closer, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. “No one, not even you, gets to touch it. Not now I own it—own you.”

I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m a human being, not your property.”

He chuckles. “That’s exactly what you are. I bought you, and now you belong to me.” He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me toward him. “Do you understand?”

I glare at him. “Let me go.’’

“I asked you a question.”

I nod in reply. “I understand, now please release me.”

He laughs. “I don’t think so.” He yanks me closer and then crashes his lips to mine. My resistance lasts a few moment but the feel of his solid, hard body against mine and his tongue thrusting into my mouth turns me into jelly.

Gaston’s tongue tangles with mine, claiming me, possessing me. His large hands roam over my body, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him so that I can feel the hard length of his cock against stomach.

A shiver runs down my spine. I hate him. I hate what he’s doing to me. But I can’t deny the way my body responds to his touch. It’s like he knows exactly how to play me, how to make me weak with desire.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck. “You’re mine,” he growls against my skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

There’s an argument on the tip of my tongue, but when he grazes his teeth over my pulse it dies out. Instead, I whimper.

His lips curve into a smile against my skin. “That’s it, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Give in to me. You know you want to.” His hands slide down to my ass, squeezing roughly.

I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily against him.

“You can’t fight it,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “You’re mine and always will be.”

He kisses me again, and I find myself melting into him. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer. I hate myself for it, but I can’t help the way my body responds.

He cups my breasts through the fabric of my dress, his thumbs brushing over my painfully hard nipples. I moan into his mouth, my back arching as pleasure courses through me.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m going to make you scream my name,” he promises. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” And then his gray eyes flash with sadistic glee. “But not yet. Now it’s time to eat.”

Bastard.

He’s got me all worked up on purpose. I clench my thighs together and don’t react to his torment.

He moves around the kitchen, grabbing plates out of the oven and the food he ordered in. My mouth dries as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing ink over both of his corded arms.

Fuck.

This man is a literal God, even if he is a fucking asshole.

He grabs a corkscrew and opens a bottle of red wine. When he turns around, I don’t realize until he speaks that I’m staring.

“Like what you see, beautiful?”

I narrow my eyes. “If you’re talking about the wine, yes.”

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