Page 115 of Beautiful Beast

And then, he enters me in one smooth motion. I grunt against his hand. He settles all the way inside me and goes still.

“How does it feel?” he whispers into my ear. “To have me completely claim you?”

He shifts his hips around, sinking his cock deeper. I arch back with a moan.

His hand moves down to my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze.I’m safe, I remind myself.

“How does it feel, Anya?” He thrusts into me, and I choke from the pleasure of it. My hands tighten on the counter. “Answer me.”

“Good. Scary but good.”

“Why scary?” His next thrust is firmer.

“I can’t talk right now,” I gasp out, leaning my head against his shoulder. His hand remains on my neck, reminding me of its presence.

His thrusts move into me at a steady pace. Thrust, thrust, thrust. I try to match his pace, but today, Erik is in control. This isn’t about what I want. It’s about him reminding of my place. Reminding me I need to be good.

“You will,” he growls into my ear. His hand tightens around my throat. It still doesn’t hurt, but I feel a spike of fear go through me, which only heightens my pleasure.

“It’s scary because …” I gasp when he sinks into me deeper.

“Remember we have to be quiet.”

My knuckles turn white from how hard I’m grabbing the counter. “Because you used to scare me.”

“I don’t anymore?”

“Yes and no.”

He thrusts into me harder but keeps his steady pace. Each rock of his hips is calculated. Methodical. Meant to make me pay attention.

“Explain.”

“You’re so … dominant. It can be scary.” I inhale deeply when he reaches around to my front and plays with my clit. “But you don’t scare me anymore. I know you won’t hurt me.”

“You do, huh? You’re so sure of that?”

I shiver. “I’m sure.”

“You’re putting an awful lot of faith in me.” He presses against my nub. My hips buck like a wild woman against him. This is all too much. Between his words, his hand on my neck,and the things he’s doing to my body, I feel like I’m going to combust.

“I know. Because I need to,” I cry out. He covers my mouth to stifle the sound.

“You need to?”

I nod. I need it with everything inside me. Hating Erik takes a toll on me. Allowing myself to like him makes everything easier.

He moves his hand back to my throat and tightens it without hurting me. I can still breathe; this is just a reminder of his power. And his power turns me on.

He grinds his hips against mine. Every thrust of his erection gets me closer and closer and closer …

“I need you to come for me.”

His one command sends me over the edge. My moan is loud, and I’m sure my father can hear it in the dining room. Let him hear. Let him know Erik isn’t in here punishing me. That I’m allowed good things.

My life doesn’t have to be a tragedy.

Erik thrusts into me once, twice, and finally a third time before his orgasm washes over him. His seed inside me is a reminder that I’m truly his. He’s claimed me now.

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