Page 30 of Unravelling The Beast

"I'm not staying here with you!"

"You'll do as you're fucking told. I need to keep an eye on you, at least for the night. You just proved you can’t be fucking trusted."

I scoff and shift my eyes before speaking quietly.

"Yeah right."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest.

"You've already fucked my pussy with your fingers."

He observes me before elevating his chin a little and narrowing his eyes on mine.

"If you're implying that I'm keeping you here to continue touching you, then you're very fucking mistaken."

"Good. Keep your hands to yourself, Arlo; it was a mistake."

I maintain eye contact as I scoot my ass along his black silky duvet until I reach the top of the bed, where I slip my feet beneath the fabric before sliding under it and pulling it over my head.

I lay as close to the edge as possible, unclipping my cut bra and tossing it on the floor beside the bed. I hear movements within the room, and I peek out to see what he's doing.

He has his back to me as he unbuckles his belt and drags his zipper down. He pushes his trousers down his fully tattooed legs, and I can’t help but check out his firm, toned ass in his tight black Calvin’s. When he is about to turn around, I panic and throw the duvet back over my head.

I feel him get into bed beside me and hear the light switch turn off, but I just lay there for a while. It smells just of him under here, and I still can't believe I'm sleeping with him tonight, but I clearly have no choice in the matter.

I'll have to gain his trust all over again. Why the fuck did I attempt to run away? Cree returns home tomorrow, and my attention has to shift fully to him.

After a while of complete stillness, I find myself falling into a deep sleep.

When I wake up in the morning, I realize my head is still under the thick black duvet, as it has been all night. I feel sluggish as I roll onto my back and pull it away from my face to get some much-needed air.

The room remains gloomy, yet sunlight filters through the cracks in the black curtains. I glance over in Arlo’s direction to see that he is wide awake, staring up at the ceiling with his arm behind his head.

I'm not sure whether he's even slept, but he doesn't even look my way as he remains zoned out. I turn my head to look up at the high ceiling as well, then fling the duvet off me before sitting up.

I raise my arms over the top of my head, stretching, and then begin moving off the bed when he suddenly grabs a hold of my hair and drags me down onto the bed with force, causing me to wince in pain.

He stares down at me, resting on his forearm and clutching my hair tightly.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

I frown and narrow my eyes.

"I need to get ready for when your son comes home. Will you let go of me? I did exactly what you asked!"

He scans my entire face before bringing his lips in close proximity to mine, causing me to take a quick breath, and then he speaks through gritted teeth.

“Fuck no.”

Something so simple causes an unwanted desire to spread through me like a wildfire, consuming every inch of my body. I stare deeply into his intense black pupils and let out a quivering breath.

Thoughts of how he made my body respond to him last night flash through my filthy mind, and I can already feel myself crumbling beneath him.Here we go again.

I deceive myself by placing a wary hand on his warm, tattooed chest before sliding it up to the side of his neck until my arm is firmly over his shoulders, and then I pull him down to my lips. He doesn't stop me, and as soon as they meet, he eats my mouth like he's rabid.

As he completely dominates me, he clutches my throat tightly with one hand, moves between my legs, and presses his hard cock against my pussy, causing me to gasp against his lips.

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