Page 8 of The Beast's Obsession

"Don't lie to me." My fingers dig into her soft flesh. God, I want to devour her. "I saw you laughing, preening for him."

"That's ridiculous," she snaps, pushing against my chest. But I don't budge. "I was just being polite. You're acting crazy!"

The tension crackles between us, electric. Her chest heaves, brushing mine with each breath. I'm drowning in her scent, her warmth.

"You're mine," I snarl, and crush my mouth to hers.

It's not gentle. It's possession, pure and raw. I pour every ounce of my obsession into the kiss, claiming her lips, her breath, her very essence.

For a moment, she resists. Then, as if unable to help herself, she melts into me. Her soft, pliant body molds against mine, yielding to my dominance.

My control snaps.

I haul her against, molding her body to mine. Jesus Christ, I feel every sweet curve of her body. She’s so motherfucking soft against me.

Fuuck.

I’m so hard I could break. Somehow, I latch onto one thread of control.

I release her, abruptly. Staggering back, chest heaving as I gasp for air. My pulse thunders in my ears, each beat a reminder of what I've just done.

I see the shock in her eyes—and something else. Desire? Confusion? Fear?

"You're mine," I growl again, as if saying it aloud will make it true. She belongs to me, heart and soul, and I'll never let her go.

Without another word, I turn and stride away, leaving her trembling against the wall.

As I walk away, I can still feel her eyes boring into my back.

Damn her, she’s not going to leave me.

Never.

Mine.

The words echo in my mind, drowning out the chaos in my head.

Mine.

I will never let her go.

five

. . .

Lily

I storm down the hallway,my bare feet slapping against the cold marble. The kiss burns on my lips, confusion and anger warring in my chest. What game is Grayson playing?

I reach his study and burst through the heavy oak door without knocking. My heart pounds so hard I'm sure he can hear it.

Grayson looks up from his desk, face impassive. But there's a flicker in those dark eyes. Anticipation?

"What the hell is going on?" I demand, hating how my voice shakes. "I'm done with these games, Grayson. Why am I here? What do you want from me?"

He rises slowly, deliberate as a predator. "Lily," he says, my name a caress. "You want answers?"

"Yes, dammit!" The words explode out of me. "You drag me here, keep me isolated. That kiss..." I trail off, face hot.

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