Page 7 of The Beast's Obsession

A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stifle it. I work my fingers faster, hips rising to meet each stroke

My breath comes in short gasps as something…incredible…builds inside me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, so I keep chasing the sensation. The tension coils tighter and tighter, Grayson's imagined touch driving me wild. And then…any explosion of white light.

My back arches off the bed, and I gasp as I feel muscles I didn’t even know I had contracting around thin air.

Afterwards, I lay there, my body sticky with a sheen of sweat, still in shock over what I can assume was my first orgasm.

When I finally drift off to sleep, I dream ofhim…

four

. . .

Grayson

My eyes are lockedon the screen, muscles coiled tight as I watch her. Lily. So innocent, so tempting as she undresses for bed, unaware of my gaze. I know it's wrong, but I can't look away.

My cock strains against my slacks as she slips off her bra, perfect breasts spilling free. Fuck. I'm painfully hard, desperate to touch her soft skin.

"You're mine," I growl, palming myself roughly through the fabric. "All mine."

My breath comes in harsh pants as I watch her climb into bed, long legs on display. The sight of her nearly nude body sprawled across the sheets is my undoing. With a strangled groan, I unzip my pants and take myself in hand.

I stroke furiously, imagining it's her small hand wrapped around me instead. In my mind, I'm there in her room, pinning her to the mattress as I fuck into her tight heat.

"Lily," I moan, teetering on the edge. On screen, she shifts in her sleep and I lose it, especially when I call to mind the image of her pleasuring herself last night. The sight shook me so much that I stayed away from her all day yesterday.

A whole day wasted, but I was afraid that the image of her flushed body flicking her little clit was going to be too much for me to handle.

One look at her and I probably would have pounced like a lion.

Fuck, just look at me now. Can’t control myself even from another room. Sitting here jacking off to her like a crazed lunatic.

Hot ropes of cum spurt over my fist as I climax with a roar. For a moment, blissful release washes over me. Then shame and self-loathing follow close behind.

What the fuck am I doing? She's so young, so pure. I have no right to violate her privacy like this, to taint her with my darkness. And yet...I can't stay away. She's awakened something primal in me, this overwhelming need to possess her completely.

I clean myself up mechanically, mind racing. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I've got to do something.

The next morning, I'm buried in paperwork when a truck's rumble breaks my concentration. I glance out the window to see a delivery van pull up.

Then I see her. Lily, greeting the driver with a sunny smile that makes my chest ache. She's so beautiful it hurts to look at her sometimes.

But as I watch their interaction, jealousy flares hot and ugly in my gut. The driver is young, handsome. He's leaningin too close, smiling too wide as he hands her a package. And Lily...she's laughing at something he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm on my feet and striding for the door. Red clouds my vision as possessiveness surges through me.Mine. She's mine, dammit!

I'll make her understand that, one way or another.

I storm through the mansion, my footsteps echoing off marble floors. The beast inside me roars, demanding I claim what's mine. Lily. Sweet, innocent Lily who has no idea the effect she has on me.

I find her in the hallway, that package clutched to her chest. Her eyes go wide when she sees me, confusion and something else—something heated—flickering across her face.

Without a word, I pin her against the wall. My body cages hers, one hand braced by her head. I breathe her in—vanilla and sunshine—as my other hand grips her hip.

"Did you enjoy that little show?" I growl, voice low and dangerous. "Flirting with the delivery boy?"

Lily gasps, indignation flashing in those big doe eyes. "I wasn't?—"

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