Page 24 of Unravelling The Beast

Her skin is as smooth as bronzed silk, and her long, thick, dark brown hair falls all the way down to the top of her ass. She has a killer shape, with toned legs, a round peachy ass, a snatched waist, and huge fucking tits. Her face is beautiful and flawless; her jaw is sharp; and she has big brown eyes with thick lashes and plump, rosy lips.

She is undoubtedly stunning, but what I like most about her is that she is small. I like the thought that I can fucking intimidate her, and the fantasy of overpowering and shattering her little body drives me fucking feral.

I growl, pulling my wicked stare away from her, and my dark thoughts return to last night. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I was seconds away from completely and utterly annihilating that pussy.

This is exactly why I was reluctant to employ her. I knew she'd cause me trouble as soon as I saw her, but then seeing her with Cree made me realize she was right for him, and I had to put all my disgusting thoughts aside. I know I should stay away from her; I will only fucking demolish her entire existence. No woman should be interested in or be around a cold motherfucker like me.

I intentionally showed her my nasty side in an attempt to keep her the fuck away from me, but I now know that I'm clearly dealing with a woman who clearly digs a mean and dangerous bastard, which has made this fucking difficult. Unless she's just plain stupid, because she must sense what I am yet still chooses to ignore all the red fucking flags.

She's fearless, no doubt, but she's also playing a very risky game with a man like me. She has no idea what she has gotten herself into by moving in with me and my cruel, dark world. When she does, I'm almost certain she’ll try to flee.

My attention is drawn to the door when the bell suddenly rings. I then return my attention back to Wren, who is now staring at me. We lock eyes for a moment before I pull mine away and go towards the front door.

When I open it, I look straight into the eyes of Cash, my right-hand man.

"Arlo, I've tried to call you all fucking morning, you ignorant bastard."

He's a bizarre-looking motherfuck. He has dark slicked back hair, a small tattoo just over his brow, a teardrop under his eye, and, like me, is fully inked up to his jaw.

He resembles “The Joker”with his arched brows and wide grin. full of fucking malice.

I just stare at him until he peers over my shoulder, and then I side-eye behind me to see that it's Wren he has spotted. I return my focus to Cash, who is now beaming and raising an eyebrow at me.

"Oh, I get it. You've been smashing pristine pussy, huh?"

He says it matter-of-factly, and I glance away, my jaws clenched.

"She's Cree's fucking nanny."

He smirks before returning his attention to Wren, giving her his trademark grin and a brief wave of his hand.

"Good morning, beautiful."

My teeth grind with irritation as I watch him scan her hungrily. I peer over my shoulder again to see her mimic his small wave before her eyes briefly connect with mine, and then she walks up the stairs, blowing into her hot cup of coffee.

My filthy eyes follow her ass until she's completely out of sight and when I turn to face Cash, I see he is doing the same. I give him an evil glare before shoving him on the chest out the door, causing him to laugh.

Typical Cash doesn't give a fuck.

I step outside, shutting the door, before heading towards my car as he follows close behind.

"How in the fuck are you not destroying that fine piece of ass already?"

I ignore his question as I unlock my Lamborghini by pressing my thumb on the button of the fob.

"Get in the fucking car and shut the fuck up."

When the doors are fully lifted, I slide into the driver's seat and start her up.

Cash has been a long-time friend of mine, and he is essentially my business partner. Many people think of us as brothers because we often come as a pack, yet we are extremely different from one another.

He is overbearingly loud and erratic and he can make rash decisions without considering the consequences. While I am a tragic and cruel motherfucker with no soul, I can still be calm, quiet, and calculated, but my greatest trait is that if provoked enough, I can explode very fucking quickly, and the outcome is deadly.

Regardless, we work well as a balanced team, and it has only made us very rich, powerful, and respected young men.

"So, are you going to fuck her brains out or what?"

I cast a glance in his direction while I drive as he pulls out his cocaine tin, which he keeps on him at all times, and I am pissed that he won't shut the fuck up about her.

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