Page 79 of Unravelling The Beast

"So, what do you do for a living to have such a luxurious lifestyle at a young age?"

I remain silent as I think about all the horrific shit I've done to earn that luxurious lifestyle, and I know she'll flee if I tell her anything about what I do.

She sighs at my ignorance before moving her gaze to the window beside her.

"I can't believe Sara has lied to me yet again."

Confusion takes over, forcing me to speak sternly.

"What do you mean, again?"

I notice her body tense, but she remains mute, as if she is playing me at my own game.

"Hello? Are you going to fucking answer me? You've asked me numerous fucking questions!"

"Yet I never get a proper fucking answer. Arlo."

I feel annoyance flood through me as a result of her shitty fucking attitude, and I want to fuck it hard out of her. Knowing she's wearing no panties beneath that pretty dress and that she hasn't come yet doesn't help. Her pussy is most likely still screaming for its fucking release.

I drive through my front iron gates, and when I pull up outside, I turn off the engine and as soon as the doors lift, she unplugs her seat belt and gets out ahead of me. I remain in my seat while observing her striding towards the front door, her peachy ass jiggling visibly in her long dress.

Because of the effect she always has on my cock, I grumble in my throat before stepping out of the car myself. Even when I try to convince myself that I don't want to fuck her, I know that I will fuck that attitude right out of her as soon as we enter that house, whether she wants it or not.

I approach her from behind, her back to me, clearly waiting for me to open the door with my key. When I’m close, I lean around her petite body, her ass resting on my crotch, and insert my key into the door before turning it.

As I press the handle down and the door opens wide, I turn my head to look at her side profile, and I see her take a hard swallow, hesitating to enter because she knows I'm about to completely destroy her.

One thing I've noticed about Wren in the little time I've known her is how quickly she picks up on my demeanor. She knows what I'm going to do next without actually knowing what I'm going to do next.

I lean in close to her ear and speak coldly.

"Get the fuck inside."

She draws a deep breath and straightens her shoulders before finally taking a step forward. I watch her kick off her heels beside the door before she heads up the stairs. I smirk as I kick the door shut behind me, keeping my eyes fixed on her as she continues to climb them quickly.

She forgets I'm a very wicked and sadistic person, and the more she tries to fight, run, or irritate me, the more I'll do whatever the fuck I want to her, and it makes me so fucking horny.

I follow some distance behind her, and when I notice she's walking even quicker, I know she's going to play fucking games with me.

I come to a halt at the top of the stairs, and she glances back at me from outside of her bedroom door, her hand on the handle. We stare at each other, and I give her an intense look to tell her not to bother going inside her fucking bedroom.

When she smirks and slowly presses the door handle down, clearly testing me, I take a slow step forward, ready to pounce, and I see the second thought flash through her big brown eyes.

As soon as she suddenly dashes into her bedroom and slams the door shut behind her, I smile like a cheshire cat before cracking my neck. I move my head from side to side and then advance quickly to her door.

When I surge through the door, she is already standing back, her chest heaving with panic, before glaring and pointing at me while shouting.

"You can't always have me whenever you fucking want!"

My crazed eyes pierce into hers, full of darkness, and I pull my suit jacket down my arms before calmly discarding it to the side of the room before continuing with my tie. I unbutton my shirt as we maintain consistent eye contact, and as I tug it down my body, her eyes flicker around frantically, clearly thinking about how she will escape me.

Her fearful eyes meet mine quickly as I begin to unbuckle my belt and when I take a slow stride forward, she takes a cautious step backward, like a caged animal.

"You know what the fuck this is between us. I claimed you."

"Fuck your claim, Arlo!"

As she tries to rush past me, I reach out swiftly and catch her fragile throat to stop her. I hold it tightly, and she begins to claw at my hand, straining for breath. I yank her towards me effortlessly and as soon as her small frame collides with mine, I ease my grip, and she inhales a deep breath, her shocked eyes staring up at me.

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