Page 55 of Beautiful Beast

His fingers slide between my legs and touch my sensitive nub, making my hips jerk back against him. I gasp and clutch the counter.

“You’ve ever been touched this way, have you?” His touch is surprisingly gentle against my clit as he rubs it.

“No,” I admit.

“I know you haven’t. It’s what makes you delectable. It’s what makes me want to fuck you.”

My inner walls clench at the idea of him taking me. I both hate this man and am also undeniably attracted to him.

He rubs my clit harder, cupping my entire vulva with his palm. While his hand moves, the rest of his body is so still. My hips respond on instinct, moving back to reach his touch.

Neither of us says anything else. The only sound in the kitchen is the sound of my labored breathing.

Erik’s touch is relentless as he presses and flicks and plays with my clit. My legs open wider. My head falls back against his shoulder. My eyes flutter closed as I get lost in the pleasure of it all.

“You are mine,” he growls as his fingers press right against my nub.

And that does the trick.

I gasp as my orgasm washes over my body. Erik keeps his hand between my legs even after I’m finished coming.

I slump against the counter. All the energy has left me.

Erik pats my ass, then pulls my panties back up and fixes my dress in place. “We can do wonderful things together, Anya. You just have to learn to put aside your hate for me.”

“You know something, Erik? For someone who’s so insistent on not caring about me, you sure do seem to want me to like you.”

He goes silent, then walks out of the room, leaving me alone to catch my breath.

Chapter

Nine

ANYA

Idream of Erik touching me.

On my lips, between my thighs, and everywhere else on my body. The pleasure he shows me as he brings my body to new heights is unbearable. It’s unbearable because I hate him, and yet there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to hate him. A part of me wants to like him and enjoy being married to him.

My life would be so much easier if Erik and I just got along.

My body aches for more and more and more …

And then I wake up.

I find that my hips are thrusting into my pillow as my eyes open. I instantly still my body.

Erik is behind me, breathing slightly as he sleeps. Did he notice my hips thrusting? Does he somehow know what I was dreaming about?

I glance over my shoulder at him and find his back to me. Good. There’s no way he could have noticed.

I relax onto the bed and try to fall back asleep, but my body aches for more. I can feel the throbbing between my legs.

Erik gave me an orgasm yesterday. My first true one. I’ve explored my body before, but my touch never really did it for me. But Erik’s touch lit me on fire, and that’s something I’m not sure I’ll ever forget.

I get up to use the bathroom, and it help relieve some of the pent-up feelings inside me.

I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, my eyes looked tired, but my cheeks are flushed. Somehow, I look both dead and more alive than I’ve ever been.

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