Page 6 of The Beast's Obsession

My stomach growls. Food. That's what I need. A midnight snack to settle my nerves.

I creep towards where I think the kitchen might be, trying to shake the feeling that I'm trespassing in my own...home? The word still feels wrong.

"What are you doing here?" The voice freezes me in place.

The kitchen is bathed in shadows, moonlight slanting through the windows and painting everything in shades of silver and black. My fingers trail along the cool marble countertop as I rummage through unfamiliar cabinets, searching for something—anything—to quiet the growling in my stomach.

A floorboard creaks behind me.

I whirl around, heart leaping into my throat. Grayson's massive silhouette fills the doorway, blocking any escape. How can someone so large move so silently?

"I asked you a question." His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers racing down my spine.

I swallow hard. "I...I was just looking for a snack."

He stalks towards me, each deliberate step screaming predator. I back up until I hit the counter, trapped. His eyes lock onto mine, dark and unreadable in the dim light. There'schallenge there, and something else...something that makes heat pool low in my belly despite my fear.

"You shouldn't wander at night," Grayson murmurs, closing the distance between us until I can feel the heat radiating from his body. "It's dangerous."

"Dangerous?" I whisper, pulse racing. "Why?"

His hand comes up, fingertips barely grazing my cheek. I can't help but lean into the touch, even as alarm bells scream in my head.

"Because," he growls, "if you keep tempting me like this, I might lose control."

I gasp, caught between the urge to flee and the magnetic pull I feel towards him. "What...what do you mean?"

Grayson's eyes narrow. "Stay out of my way, little one. For both our sakes."

The weight of his words settles over me like a physical thing. It's a warning, yes, but also...a promise? My breath catches as I process the dual nature of what he's saying.

I should be terrified. Iamterrified. But there's an undeniable thrill coursing through me too, a pull towards this dangerous man that I can't explain or resist.

"I..." I start to say, but Grayson presses a finger to my lips.

"Shh," he whispers. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

I can’t breathe while he’s touching me like this. Just when I think I’m about to pass out, he takes a step back.

The moment Grayson steps back, it's like all the air rushes back into the room. I suck in a shaky breath, my skin tingling where his finger touched my lips. His gaze lingers, dark and hungry, as I stumble past him towards the door.

My legs are jelly as I make my way down the endless hallway. Every shadow seems to hold Grayson's presence, making mejump at nothing. When I finally reach my room, I slam the door and lean against it, heart pounding.

What the hell just happened?

I slide down to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. This man...he terrifies me. Excites me. Makes me feel things I've never felt before. It's like he flipped some switch inside me I didn't even know existed.

Crawling into bed, I try to calm my racing thoughts. But every time I close my eyes, I see Grayson's intense stare. Feel the heat of his body. Hear that low, dangerous voice.

"Dammit," I mutter, punching my pillow in frustration. There's no way I can pretend this...whatever it is...doesn't exist. The tension between us is a living, breathing thing.

I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My pussy is still throbbing, but I bite my lip.

I have no idea what to do, but I let my hand roam lower to between my thighs, following some blind instinct.

I shouldn't be doing this. But my fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties anyway, seeking out that aching center of need. I'm embarrassingly wet already, just from that brief encounter.

My eyes flutter closed as I start to touch myself, imagining it's Grayson's large hand instead of my own. Those dark eyes watching me, his voice rough with desire. "That's it, little one. Show me how much you want me."

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