Page 206 of Unravelling The Beast

He raises his eyes to meet mine, stands straight, and gives me a slight, uncertain nod.

“When we first met, why were you the way you were with me? Was it personal because you’re not half of who I knew then? Well, maybe in the bedroom, and I’m cool with that, but.”

We both smile as I fade off, and then he just stares at me, thinking deeply while running his tongue piercing back and forth along his bottom lip before responding in a serious tone.

“Nothing I say will ever fucking justify how I treated you, but I thought you were a threat at the time. I knew you'd drag me out of the gloom that I so badly desired. I loathed myself and felt like I was betraying Bridget every time we fucked or if I felt anything toward you.”

My eyes search his, and I take in his words as he continues.

“I fucked you brutally and was a monster to you because you were like a drug that I didn't want to take, but I couldn't stop myself, and my body was ready to fucking overdose on you. I didn't want that at the time. I fought hard, so over time, I wanted to shatter your perfect little body and mind, consume you with all my evil, and make you feel a fraction of how I felt in my black soul.”

My eyes widen while I swallow hard, and he moves his palms to my shoulders as he stoops to my eye level, causing me to take in a sharp breath.

“But it was fucking pointless. Because your light shone brightly in my darkness, and it was powerful. You made me forget things I didn't want to remember; you made me feel things I tried so hard not to feel; but most of all, you made me fucking love again, and I soon realized that light and darkness can become one and live harmoniously in the shadows together.”

As he brings his face close to mine and whispers softly, my eyes begin to well up.

“You remained by my side even when I was at my lowest and worst, and that was enough to convince me that you were sent here to save me from my fucking self. You are my Satan's angel, Wren. You were my match made in hell and you deserve to see me at my best.”

When I blink, a tear slips down my warm cheek. I sniffle, and he gazes all around my face as he pauses and I speak softly.

“And the games? Was that all your way of trying to shatter me?”

He shrugs his big shoulders casually before he responds.

“You might fucking say that at first, yeah, but over time, I began to love them. In a matter of seconds, you went from being extremely terrified to being completely turned on, which only excited me. It made me understand your strengths and limitations as well as my own.”

“I soon accepted that, just as much as you were my weakness, I was also yours. It even showed me that we are both equally as fucking insane together. Every time I captured you, you were at my mercy, willingly, and that did something to my perverted sick mind, but I enjoy every second I'm with you, no matter what it is we're doing.”

I think about what he said as I wipe the tears from my cheeks, a little relieved that I can sort of understand him now, even if it all still seems crazy, but I can also understand his mindset in a strange way.

He catches my wrists and leans into me, placing them around his neck before sliding his arms around the middle of my back and drawing me closer to him.

I run my fingers through his growing hair while I talk quietly and embrace the love we have for one another.

“You know I’d never want us to change who we are, right? I adore the beast you are regardless and I love what you have made of me. Everything was worth it.”

He inhales deeply while burying his face into my neck, taps the side of my ass lightly with his palm, and then releases me.

“You should get ready or we’ll be fucking late.”

As he takes a step back, straightening himself out, smoothing his tattooed hands down the front of himself, and looking incredibly hot, I soon realize that he is actually ready for this dinner when I’m not anywhere near close.

When he rakes his fingers through his longish, brown hair and peeks over my shoulder at himself in the mirror behind me, I admire him and lose myself in his beauty. Tonight he is wearing a black shirt with black trousers and a long black coat, full of darkness and class.

“I like this new look you’re going for. The longer hair suits you. It makes you look older. More mysterious and dangerous.”

He pauses, and as his brown eyes instantly find mine, I smirk coyly at him and he examines my entire face before tilting his chin.

“You’ve still got your sexy ass on the counter; why aren’t you moving?”

I let out a big sigh before I speak with uncertainty.

“Maybe I should cancel.”

As I turn my face away, he stoops to follow my eyes until we are locked once again.

“Fuck no. We’re going.”

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