Page 209 of Unravelling The Beast

I can feel the sexual angst pouring out of her tiny body, and it only pleases me even more to know she’s as fucking crazy as I am. I carefully release the back of her neck while keeping eye contact, turn my body, and then get up from the stool in front of her.

As I move past her, I take her hand in mine, entwining our fingers tightly before grabbing her bag off the island and making our way outside.

When we step outside of the house, it’s dark, and the air is crisp. I lock the door behind us and then place my arm around Wren’s shoulder, pulling her close to me as we stroll down the path together.

“I’m feeling like driving my favorite car tonight. Let’s go to the garage.”

She looks up at me, linking her fingers with mine with the arm that is lazily wrapped around her shoulder.

“I thought your Lambo was your favorite until we crashed."

My eyes meet hers as I respond.

“Nah. She was fucking beautiful, but not my favorite like this beast.”

She looks all around my face, puzzled.

“So, what’s your favorite?”

As we continue to walk, I smirk before lowering my mouth to hers and whispering.

“You’ll see.”

She smiles and I gently kiss herand when we enter my garage, we walk straight to my black, matte Mustang.

Wren gasps beside me as I release her.

“Holy shit. That’s hot!”

I open the door for her, and once she slides inside, I close it behind her before walking around to the driver's seat. I slam the door beside me and glance around at the black and red leather interior before my gaze lands on Wren’s glowing, smiling face.

“Wow, she’s beautiful. No wonder it’s your favorite!”

I press my key into the ignition and when she starts up with a beastly roar, Wren speaks.

“Fuck, baby, she’s more of a beast than you are!”

I look her way with an eyebrow raised, and she throws me a grin while I respond.

“We’ll fucking see about that.”

I pull out of my garage before driving through the gates.

As I am driving us to Wren’s parents house, I quickly notice a black Mercedes following close behind us the whole way.That dirty fucking cop is following us.

I decide not to tell Wren as I swiftly divert down another road and try to get him off our tail, but she picks up on it straight away and glances my way as she speaks.

“This isn’t the way, Arlo.”

I side-eye her as I respond.

“It is today.”

I see her staring at me, but I remain silent because I don’t want to worry her. I keep an eye on my mirrors and soon realize he is no longer behind us, so I continue the journey to where we’re headed.

When we’re outside of Wren’s parents house, I park the car and cut the engine before letting out a tense breath until she lays her palm on my thigh.

“Hey, you’re not nervous, are you?”

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