Page 208 of Unravelling The Beast

“Ready to go, baby?”

I take another lazy sip of my whiskey, blatantly ignoring her, and draw my eyes away from her to stare ahead again. She strolls around the island and I catch a glimpse of her placing her bag on the island out of the corner of my eyes.

As she stops beside me, her seductive, sweet smell causes a slight sting in my nostrils as it engulfs me, turning me the fuck on even more.

She pauses for a moment, looking at my side profile, before she speaks again.

“Hey, did you hear me? Are you ready?”

I remain silent, keeping my eyes ahead as I shoot the last of my whiskey back, hissing as little when it burns the back of my throat.

After I set the glass down, I finally turn my head and look into her big brown eyes.

“Not quite.”

She gives me a confused look, and I lift my chin as my gaze shifts to her plump, pink lips.

“You’ve got fucking panties on.”

Before she responds, she scoffs and her eyes widen in disbelief.

“Arlo, we’re going to dinner with my parents and—”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”

We share stone-cold stares for a beat before I clench my teeth.

“Take them the fuck off.”

I can see the hesitation all over her face, but I stay firm because I relish authority and dominance. She finally growls and rolls her eyes before lifting her short, denim skirt up her thighs before slipping her tiny, lace pink panties down her bronzed legs.

When she steps out of them, she stands up straight and holds them up on her finger with a frown on her face. While we keep intense eye contact, I swipe them off her finger and stuff them into my coat pocket.

She narrows her eyes as she speaks.

“I mean it, Arlo. You better be on your best behavior tonight.”

I raise an eyebrow and respond in an unbothered tone.

“And if I don’t?”

She anxiously looks into my eyes, and I unexpectedly grab the nape of her neck, bringing her face dangerously close to mine. She begins to breathe heavily against my lips as I glide my free hand up her smooth inner thigh until my palm is cupping her bare pussy.

When her eyes flutter close, I can see a tremble running through her.

“What if I have a sick fucking fantasy to make you come in front of your parents?”

Her eyes snap open to look at me, but when they do, they are still heavy with filthy fucking need.

She speaks quietly when she responds.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

I feel she is wet for me when I run my fingers down her slit and through her plump, pussy lips, which causes me to grin as I pull my hand out from beneath her skirt, bringing my fingers to my mouth. I slide them slowly down my tongue to taste her delicious cunt, and I can see she is undoubtedly turned on as she watches me do it.

I speak forcefully against her lips while baring my teeth .

“Gonna fucking ruin you later.”

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