Page 196 of Unravelling The Beast

"Perhaps he's just a regular guy, Arlo, but he has connections like every other wealthy man in this city."

I shake my head and look aside.

"I just fucking hope he's not an Elite enemy."

My eyes catch his when he responds.

"Well, in either case, if he is an elite, he and his wife clearly want to keep it a secret from their daughters for whatever reason, and if he were an enemy, he probably would have gotten news of your relationship with Wren and would have tried to stop it right away, not invite you to fucking dinner."

A thought strikes me out of nowhere. I leap to my feet and as Jasper talks, I grab my phone and shit.

"What is it?"

"I need to fucking go."

"What, why?"

As I respond, I slip my phone into my pocket and move towards the door.

"I'll be in touch."

When I finally arrive home that evening, it's dark, and the house is still, as if everyone is fast asleep. I take off my tie and suit jacket and hang them both up before making my way up the dimly lit stairs to my bedroom.

When I open my bedroom door and lift my head, I notice Wren sitting on the edge of the bed, resting back on her hands, wearing a short, black, silky robe with her legs crossed and towering, black, red bottom heels on her tiny feet.

She has a devilish sparkle in her eyes as I kick the door shut with my foot while keeping eye contact. As I carefully approach her, I know we're fucking; I can sense it, I can smell it, she's fucking down for it and she wants to be utterly destroyed.

When I get close enough, she reaches out her hand and places it on my stomach, stopping me, and she keeps her beautiful, mischievous eyes on mine as she glances up at me. She rises to her feet in front of me, and I stare down at her, ready to pounce at any second because of the twisted sexual need pouring through my dark veins.

She raises an eyebrow.

"How was your day?"

I observe her face and give a slight silent nod before she continues.

"I appreciate you accepting the invitation to dinner, but I wanted you to do one more thing for me."

My eyes wander over her, confused by what she's saying, but I'll do anything right now to bang into her precious, tight cunt. That's the kind of hold this girl has on me. I'm desperate for her like a pitiful, hormonal, virgin teenager, but my gut instinct tells me to ask her what it is first.

As I respond carefully, I lift my chin.

"What the fuck is it?"

She gives me a playful smirk before turning around and delicately bending over the bed, her delicious ass pressing against my semi-hard cock. My throat tightens with an involuntary growl until she turns around.

She has something in her hand, and when I carefully pull my dark eyes away from hers, I notice she is holding up zip ties. My eyes flash to hers in an instant, and she throws a glance behind me, over my shoulder.

I don't even have to look; I know she's going to tie me to the fucking chair, and I immediately go on the defence.

"Fuck no, I'm not your little bitch."

She gives me a pout and enormous eyes before tiptoeing closer to my lips and speaking in a seductive, sensual whisper.

"Come on, baby, it'll be fun and it'll only happen once, I promise. Unless, of course, you love what I'm about to perform."

My jaw clenches as she licks her tongue up from my chin to my lips, and fire surges within me as I stare deep into her big brown eyes while speaking with gritted teeth.

"Do you want to be fucking killed when I break free from those ties?Do you have a fucking death wish or something?"

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