Page 46 of Beast

“Don’t you have work today?” I ask.

Gaston glances at me. “I’m the CEO. I can go in when I want.” He returns his attention back to the newspaper.

Instantly, I regret putting on my yoga pants and tank top, as they’re revealing. I thought he’d be out and intended to work out in the home gym for an hour. “Okay, I’m going to grab something to eat and then workout,” I say, walking past him.

There’s a soft rumble in his chest when I’ve got my back turned to him. I know these pants hug my curves like a second skin. Damn it. I should’ve changed after I ate because I can feel his eyes on me.

And the ache between my thighs is undeniable. I grab a bowl and spoon, but I’m shaking so much I drop the spoon on the floor. “Damn it,” I murmur under my breath, before bending over and picking it up.

“You shouldn’t bend over in those pants in front of me,” Gaston warns.

I straighten and glare at him. “I dropped my spoon.”

He smirks, eyes smoldering with a heat that makes my thighs clench. “I know, but you’re making me so fucking hard.” Gaston’s eyes darken, his grip tightening on his mug. “You’re asking for trouble, dressing like that.”

“I’m dressed to work out. And I didn’t know you were here.” I turn my back on him and grab the cereals from the cupboard, pouring myself a bowl. And then I open the fridge and pull out the milk, all while trying to ignore him.

When I turn around, my breath hitches. He’s right there, inches from me. His eyes dark with desire as he grabs my hips. “Put down the milk.”

No, this is the last thing I wanted to happen.

It was only a matter of time until he wanted me again, but I’d hoped my terrible outfits had put him off.

“Why?”

He tilts his head. “Because I need you. And I’d assumed your baggy attire the past few days was because you were on your period. Were they?”

My brow furrows as my period is irregular ever since I got the implant. “No.”

“Just know, when you’re on your period, I’ll fuck you regardless.” He moves his lips close to mine. “I don’t mind the blood. And my need for you surpasses it, but I was respecting that you weren’t in the mood for it with how you dressed.” He grabs my throat, squeezing softly. “Why were you dressing like that?”

I can’t tell him why. I can’t tell him that I’m scared of the feelings I’m having for him. Or that I crave him constantly.

“Just felt like it,” I lie.

“You’re not a very good liar, baby girl.”

Gaston’s grip on my throat tightens ever so slightly. “I asked you a question.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding. I was trying to avoid...this.” I gesture between us.

“Avoid this?” He arches a brow. “Avoid me?” His lips quirk up in a humorless smile. “That’s not possible, baby girl Not anymore.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “I’m under your skin. In your head. In your body.” His eyes darken. “You can’t escape me.”

The desire to argue and tell him he’s wrong dies on my lips when he crushes his mouth to mine. It’s a desperate, hungry kiss that leaves me aching for more.

When he finally pulls away, we’re both panting. “Gaston, please...” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, for him to stop or to continue.

“Please what?” His grip on my hips tightens. “Tell me what you want.”

I avert my gaze, ashamed by the truth. “I want you.”

He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. “I know.” His hand slides down to cup my ass. “And I’m going to take you, right here, right now. Turn around.”

I do as I’m told and turn my back to him. He bends me over the kitchen counter and yanks down my yoga pants and panties in one swift move, running a finger through me. “Are you ready for me to breed this pretty little cunt?”

I hesitate, the words caught in my throat. “I...I don’t know.”

Gaston chuckles darkly. “Oh, but I do.” He grabs my hips and yanks me back against him, his hard length pressing against my ass. “You want me to fuck you. To fill you up with my cum.”

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