Page 20 of Unravelling The Beast

I move on to opening the top cabinets until I find them.

"There you are!"

I know it will be difficult because they are on the very highest shelf, so I will tiptoe and stretch as far as my small frame will allow.

As my shorts begin to wedge up my ass and I speak with gritted teeth, my fingertips sweep over one.

"Come on, short ass!"

Suddenly, I feel him so close behind me that my ass is resting on his crotch, and I pull in a sharp breath, my heart rate rising dramatically

.

When I flatten my feet, I'm almost certain that my ass slides down the entire length of his cock, and my cheeks blush from the thought.

I take my headphones off of my head and hang them around my neck while watching his tattooed hand raise before he lifts up a glass and then places it down in front of me.

I give him the side eye and speak quietly.

"Thanks."

He remains silent while he hovers over me for a few seconds longer, his dark spirit engulfing and suffocating me in the best possible ways.

My hands tighten around the bottle of wine until he moves away, and his warmth and intense energy fade from my body.

I glance over my shoulder to see him heading towards the stairs, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in before returning my focus to the wine bottle in front of me.

Wren, you need to get your shit together.

I open the bottle and pour myself a hefty glass before putting it back in the cupboard. I take a huge gulp while returning to my bedroom.

As I move down the upstairs corridor, approaching my bedroom, I notice an odd buzzing sound coming from the far end of the dark area. My brows furrow in confusion, and I start to walk slower. My legs then draw me past my bedroom, and I'm heading towards the noise.

I come to a stop in front of a slightly open door and place my palm on it, pushing it open. As soon as I walk into an enormous space, I take a look around.

The bed is roughly three times the size of the one I'm sleeping in and of course, the space has a very moody design, but it has some dim lighting.

A huge gray fur rug covers the majority of the matte black flooring, while long black velvet curtains smother the high windows.

My gaze follows the buzzing noise in the far corner of the room, where I see Arlo seated on a small stool with his back to me, now topless, his muscular and inked back completely exposed.

As I approach, I set my beats and wine glass down on a desk before heading to confirm what he is doing. I notice he is holding something near his lower leg, and that thing is what is buzzing.

I speak without even thinking about it.

"What are you doing?"

The buzzing stops immediately, and he raises his head but does not look my way while he speaks bluntly.

"Get out."

I continue to step forward, ignoring him, but he quickly looks over his shoulder at me, fixing me with a harsh glare.

"What are you, fucking deaf?"

My eyes dart to him when I notice that he is tattooing himself.

"You're a tattoo artist?"

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