Page 36 of Unravelling The Beast

My jaw clenches when I notice her avoiding eye contact. Yeah, fucking right. He's probably out there right now, banging on some young chick like the filthy scumbag he is. My mom and sister clearly have poor fucking taste in men because both of their husbands are serial cheaters.

Deciding I should leave before this gets even more heated, I pull my harsh eyes away from my mom and look down at my sister.

“I need to go, but you did good, sis; she's perfect.”

After putting Cree to bed, I gently close his bedroom door before returning downstairs, heading for the kitchen.

As I near the doorway, I nearly stop myself from going any further when I notice Arlo sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island, staring down at the plate of cookies.

I fight through my anxiety and continue to stroll forward to clean up the rest of the mess we made, but I feel his eyes following my every move.

I start cleaning the counters and putting everything back where it belongs when I notice him pick up a cookie and bring it to his mouth.

My eyes widen, and I rush towards him before slapping his hand. He pauses, still staring down at the cookie, and he appears surprised that I would dare swat a cookie away from his mouth.

Because I suddenly feel nervous, I stutter while attempting to explain myself.

"Cre.. Cree wanted to give it to you. Don't eat it yet."

He suddenly drops the cookie onto the plate and raises his dark eyes to mine. I anxiously chew the inside of my cheek as the intensity in his stare becomes overwhelming, and as I slowly draw my eyes away from his to turn around, he stands off the stool, snatches my wrist, and yanks me into his hard body.

As soon as we collide, he pins my wrists behind my back, fully restraining me, and

speaks sternly.

"Did you just fucking slap me?"

I try to break free from his tight grip, a nervous giggle escaping me, and he snarls.

"Oh, it's also funny, huh?"

He suddenly turns me around and forces me to bend over the kitchen island, causing me to shout.

"Arlo!"

I hear him grit his teeth as he speaks.

"Let's see if you like to be fucking slapped, shall we?"

As he locks both of my wrists with one of his huge hands, he draws the other back, and I tense up before he smacks my ass so hard that I shoot to my tiptoes with a high-pitched shriek, leaving me.

My ass stings instantly; the burning sensation grips me and I know he has left his handprint on it, so I yell at him, feeling infuriated.

"Why so fucking hard!?"

He suddenly bends over my body and whispers aggressivelynear my ear.

"Because I like it fucking hard."

His sexy voice sends thrills down between my thighs, knowing exactly what he is hinting at before he continues.

"And I think you do, too."

My breathing becomes shallow as he slips his hand between my legs and up my inner thigh, sending shockwaves through me.

“Let’s see how much you like being slapped.”

He moves his palm over the crotch of my jeans and pops the button open.

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