Page 31 of Unravelling The Beast

With his pierced tongue still in my mouth, he unties my robe eagerly and pulls it apart before lowering his body onto mine, and the skin-to-skin contact is everything I crave.

Every time he grinds against me, my hips buck, giving us both a taste of what could be, but in all honesty, I'm feeling so needy for him that I'll let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me right now.

He glides his big palm down my outer thigh until he is giving my ass a bruising squeeze, forcing me to hiss. He continues with his movements while we exchange quick eye contact, and he speaks forcibly against my parted lips.

"I hope you're fucking ready for me to smash my big cock into that tight little cunt of yours, slut."

I can feel it rubbing against the slit of my wet pussy, and he does not appear small at all. His dominance concerns me more, but I'll take the fucking challenge to feel him deep inside of me just once. I have a feeling Arlo will be worth it.

He lowers his face to the side of my neck, and just as I feel him reach down between us, the doorbell rings. He doesn't stop as he slides his hand into my panties, and I speak breathlessly as he begins to stroke my clit.

"Fuck, Arlo, is that?"

He growls against my ear, lowering his fingers and shoving them deep into my entrance, forcing me to gasp loudly from the sudden stretch before he pulls back on my hair.

"Shut the fuck up, ignore it, and let me completely fucking destroy you."

He starts to drive his lengthy fingers in and out of me, and as I begin to enjoy it, he lifts his head and ghosts his lips above mine, both of us breathing heavily.

When the doorbell rings yet again, echoing through the huge mansion, he comes to a sudden stop, his fingers deep inside of me. I can see the annoyance lick around his dark orbs, and I glance all around his face while whispering.

"It might be Cree."

He growls loudly against my lips before pulling his fingers out of my wet pussy, pushing himself off of me, and leaping out of bed.

I pant, sexual desire coursing through me as I wrap my robe around myself while watching him slide some sweatpants up his legs.

I get out of bed and start walking past him to go and get ready for Cree when he suddenly snatches my wrist and yanks me forcefully into his powerful body. He takes hold of my chin with one hand and presses the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip while staring down at me sternly.

"Remember what I fucking said, and I won't need to hurt you."

I force a hard swallow before nodding, and he lets me go. I move backwards slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on his, until I am completely out of his sight.

As soon as I enter my bedroom, I exhale a long breath and close the door behind me.

Fuck.Why the hell do I keep allowing this to happen between us? What kind of warped spell does Arlo have me under? I feel dirty around him, and I love it.

Never have I felt like doing disgusting things with a man, but I’d lose all my morals for Arlo, clearly. He openly threatens my life, but nothing matters once his lips or hands are on me, suffocating me with his dark presence and draining my fucking soul from my body.

I’ve never let a man speak to me in such a degrading manner or touch me so roughly. Yet I want Arlo to. He's dangerous—so dangerous. I'm just not sure how dangerous yet, but just from his entire vibe, I should be running the other way, as any sane person would, but I won't, and that's the most crazy part of this whole fucked-up situation.

Well, enough about him; I’m here for Cree, and he's home. I squeeze my eyes briefly before opening them again and heading to the bathroom, where I decide to take a shower.

When I step under the warm water, I stand there for a while, lost in thought, allowing it to try to wash my dirty sins away.

As soon as my hair is blow-dried, I place it up in a tight bun and slip my body into a plain white crop top, high-waisted light blue jeans, and I add some medium-sized silver hoop to my ears to finish the look. I then exit the bedroom and head downstairs to greet Cree.

I hear voices in the living room as I tiptoe down the stairs. I take slow steps toward where they are coming from before stopping by the doorway, a fair distance away, to see Cree in Arlo's arms and an older woman sitting on the couch looking up at them.

I observe the older woman, who I'm guessing is Arlo's mother. She has silver hair that is shoulder length, showing her age, but she is still beautiful and elegant.

My attention is drawn away from her when Arlo speaks to Cree.

"I hope you were a good boy for Grandma."

So it is Arlo's mother.

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