Page 31 of Wicked Beasts
The coarse praise from Dr. Shadow’s sultry voice sends a fresh wave of desire through me, my body trembling on the precipice of ecstasy. With a sharp gasp, I surrender to the overwhelming sensations, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I feel my legs give out, and I’m only vaguely aware that the only thing keeping me upright is his hand inside me.
I convulse around his plunging fingers, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically as I ride out the intensity of my pleasure. In that moment, nothing exists beyond the pure, unadulterated bliss coursing through my veins, the dark, dominant figure looming over me, and the scorching heat of his fingers buried deep within me.
Twenty-Five
Dr. Shadow slips his fingers out of me and smears my orgasm across my lower lip and chin, marking me as his own as he watches me tremble before him.
“That’s it, little rose. You’re so pretty when you come.”
He grabs my throat and drags his tongue across my lip, sending a thrill of shameful excitement through me, even as I struggle to catch my breath in the aftermath.
As he licks the evidence of my arousal from my skin, I can’t help but whimper, my body still tingling with residual pleasure. The depravity of the act only serves to heighten my arousal, a fact that doesn’t escape his keen observation. My legs tremble as a final, warm drip of my desire slips down my leg, escaping from my still-askew panties.
Swallowing hard, I meet his gaze, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re a cruel man.” it rings true in the cold air around us, but the cravings of my body protests.
“Cruelty is in the eye of the beholder,” he muses. “What some might call cruelty, others might call passion. The line between the two is often blurred.” His hand roughly grabs my waist again. “Now, tell me about Tristan. Anything interesting lately?”
I flush at Dr. Shadow’s bold question, my mind reeling as I try to process the abrupt change, as I try to process everything that has transpired. As the fog of lust begins to clear, I realize the precarious position I’m in—trapped between the loyalty I owe to my employer and the seductive allure of his older brother. Is Dr. Shadow being genuine? Can I trust him? Can he use anything I know to hurt Tristan?
“I…I don’t know,” I stammer, my voice still breathless from my recent climax. “He keeps most of his work private. I only assist with minor tasks, like gathering books from the library he requests, organizing his email, and putting things away.” I pause, biting my lower lip as I consider whether to divulge any information at all. “I feel like this… It’s not any of your business, anyway,” I try to protest. “Whatever he’s studying in school has nothing to do with whatever might be wrong with him.”
Dr. Shadow narrows his eyes at my hesitation, his patience seeming to be wearing thin as his eyes glint with anger. “Don’t play coy with me. We both know you have access to information that could prove valuable.” He presses his body against mine, pinning me firmly against the bookcase. This time is different. This is not out of seduction. It’s anger, annoyance…desperation. “I won’t ask again,” he snarls. “Tell me what you know. I need to know if I can help him.” His tone leaves no room for negotiation, the threat hanging in the air between us. He trails a finger along my collarbone, his touch deceptively gentle. “Your cooperation will be rewarded…but defiance will be met with punishment.”
I tremble under Dr. Shadow’s intimidating gaze, feeling the weight of his authority pressing down on me. The threat of punishment looms, sending a shiver of fear rippling through me. Yet, beneath the trepidation, a traitorous part of me thrills at the prospect of submitting to him.
“I-I don’t know much,” I admit, trembling. Out of fear or excitement, I’m not sure. “But I have seen some…things.He’s been researching a lot of biochemistry and hormonal…something. He even got an email from a neuroscience lab regarding a PET scan. He said it’s for a school project for college.” I hesitate, unsure of how much I should be revealing. “That’s all I know. Honestly. He’s very secretive.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I await Dr. Shadow’s reaction, dreading the consequences of disappointing him.
I find myself wanting to please him.
I want him to pleaseme.
“You’ve done well, Miss Rose.Verywell indeed.” He dips his tongue gently between my lips, teasing an erotic kiss before pulling away as I find myself leaning toward him. “Remember, loyalty will be rewarded. But betrayal...” He wags a finger at me as he steps back toward the door, his expression darkening. “Ah,betrayalwill be punished severely.”
“Where are you going?” I manage a rasp as I peel myself from the bookcase.
“I have to do some research of my own.” He looks me up and down, taking in my curves. “Another night, hm?” he growls with primal hunger, leaving before I have the chance to protest.
I stand frozen as the door swings shut, his warning echoing in my mind. The taste of his tongue lingers on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of my own weakness. I sag against the bookcase again, my knees weak and my mind reeling.
What did I get myself into? I feel like I’ve betrayed Tristan somehow. Can I trust Dr. Shadow to do right by him? Guilt gnaws at me, warring with the exhilaration of my encounters with him. I’m torn between duty and desire, now strangled in a web of secrets and lies.
With shaking hands, I adjust my clothing, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy, but I know nothing will ever be the same. Dr. Shadow has awakened a dark, carnal hunger within me, and I fear there’s no going back.
As I make my way to my bedroom, I can’t shake the feeling I’m walking down a dangerous path, one that could lead to ruin. But whose? Mine…or Tristan’s?
Yet even as fear grips my heart, I find myself craving more of the illicit pleasure Dr. Shadow offers. The memory of his touch, his dominance—it haunts me, making my skin prickle with anticipation.
How will I evenfaceTristan now?
I don’t bother changing into my pajamas and quickly slip into my bed, seeking solace next to the dark, wilting rose that hangs languidly on my writing desk, its once-vibrant petals now a mournful shade of decay. But instead of a comforting embrace from my dreams, they toy with my emotions, Dr. Shadow leaning towards me.
I find myself ensnared between two wicked beasts: the gentle one who reigns over my trembling heart, and the other, whose dark claws threaten to taint my very being.
Perhaps when I wake, I will be free of this nightmare.
Twenty-Six
