Page 80 of Beautiful Beast

I gasp when his lips trail over my jaw to my neck, and I find myself drawing him in closer to me.

A couple walks by us, whispering to themselves, safely anonymous behind their masks.

“Come on,” Erik says into my ear. “I need more of you. A kiss isn’t enough. I’ve shown you pain, Anya, but let me show you pleasure.”

Arousal courses through my body. There’s no point denying it.

I’m tired of fighting Erik. I just want to give in and let myself feel an ounce of happiness.

So, I nod. “Take me somewhere.”

He seems to know exactly where he’s going, and we end up in a small office on the second floor of the museum.

“Who’s office is this?”

“Does it matter?” he growls, grabbing my waist. “I just need to taste you again.”

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against his body, and I melt into his touch. For once, it feels amazing to let myself feel pleasure. Just pure pleasure.

Erik leans me back against the desk while his hand slips down to my inner thigh. I gasp when his entire palm cups me between my legs.

I let my hips gently roll against his hand. “Oh!”

“See how good pleasure can feel when you just give in to it?” His hands scrabble down to the ends of my dress and push it up over my hips. His fingers slip under my panties and touch me skin to skin. “Just like that.”

I moan softly as his fingers play with my clit. I’m so sensitive. I’m so raw. I’m so awake.

I can’t believe this is truly happening. That Erik is pleasuring me with his fingers at a charity event, and I’m letting him do it. A part of me feels ashamed.

I flinch for a moment, tensing.

“Get out of your head,” he growls into my ear, his thumb pressing perfectly against my clit, making my hips jerk forward. “Just feel, Anya.”

I grip his arms. “I’m not sure I can.”

“Yes, you can. Just feel how good this is.” He rubs me harder, his fingers getting wet from my body. It feels so perfect, but I can’t stop thinking about how I shouldn’t be doing this. How I’m giving in to a monster.

“I can’t,” I sob feeling both pain in my heart and pleasure in my body.

“You can.” He slides his finger down to my entrance. “Let me in. Feel this.” His finger slips into me, and my inner walls immediately clench down on it.

“Relax, Anya. Relax.”

“How can I?”

“I’m your husband. We’re not doing anything wrong. You know that.”

“It’s not that. It’s because of who you are.”

“I know.” He presses his forehead against mine. “But I’m not the only Bratva man who has done bad things. We live in a bad world. And someday, Anya, you might even do a bad thing. So, don’t worry about that. Just let go. Let me touch you. Let me taste you.” He pulls his finger out of me and licks it. “You taste fucking delicious.”

My cheeks burn hot, yet my body burns even hotter. Without even thinking about it, my legs open wider.

Erik’s smile is smug.

Gripping my hips, he sets me on the desk and kneels before me.

“What are you doing?” I breathe out.

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