Page 41 of Unravelling The Beast

He walks away, and I close my eyes with a sigh before staring at myself in the mirror. Tired, really? I really need to grow a pair, but I worry his friends might be as terrifying as he is, which is very likely.

After a while of contemplation and convincing myself, I eventually push away the fear before starting to blow dry my hair, style it into loose waves, and apply my makeup. I guess I’m doing this.

When I’m finished, I stroll to my closet and slip into an enticing black lace panties and bra set before pulling a short, tight, black leather-look dress over my voluptuous body.

As soon as I feel happy with how I look while looking in the mirror, noticing how great the dress hugs every curve of my body perfectly, I slide my petite feet into a pair of nude Louboutins before exiting the bedroom.

When I enter the living room, I notice Arlo slouching back on the couch, his legs spread wide, and one arm stretched over the back, looking down at his phone on his thigh.

I don't look his way as I make my way to the kitchen, but I can feel his eyes following me as I continue, hoping to pour myself a large glass of red wine to ease my nerves.

I bend down to retrieve it from the cupboard, and I can hear his shoes clicking over the marble flooring as he approaches from behind.

When he comes to a stop, I feel his dark presence and warmth close behind me, and he dips down to speak through clenched teeth close to my ear.

"Do you get pleasure out of fucking torturing me?"

Before I respond, a subtle smile creeps over my lips.

"Maybe.”

Without warning, he rapidly spins me by my hips and lifts me before dropping me onto the counter. As he uses his body to press my legs apart, he aggressively pushes my dress up my thighs until it is bunched around my waist, causing desire to pour through every inch of me.

He grabs my bare ass and flushes me closer to him, making my heated core press against his rock-hard cock, not losing eye contact once.

He reaches up, squeezes my cheeks, and bares his teeth with frustration against my lips.

"Do you feel that? You have no idea what the fuck I've had to deal with since your pretty little ass entered this fucking house. What the hell is it about you?"

When his lips crash against mine, it knocks the wind out of me and we kiss ferociously until I'm fumbling with his belt, eager for him to be inside of me to finally fuck my brains out.

As I murmur against his lips, he breathes heavily against mine while I flick open his button and drag his zipper down.

"You're driving me equally fucking crazy; now fuck me hard already; I can't wait any longer."

I realize I sound desperate, but that is exactly how I feel: desperate for Arlo Hayes’cock to be drilling my pussy, and I will proudly admit that.

His devilish eyes stay fixed on mine as I shove my hand into his Calvin’s and for the first time, I wrap my palm around his big, hard cock.

He growls against my lips as soon as I touch him, his eyes growing heavy and I start to pump him up and down, but when I feel something on the tip of his cock, my brows furrow while I slow down.

"Wait, are you pierced?"

He hisses against my lips and clutches my throat tightly in his hand, sending a thrill through me.

"You bet I fucking am; now jerk me off, you little slut. You'll get a brutal fucking later.”

He rests his brow on mine while I fuck him with my hand, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he has blessed me with over the past few days.

Keeping his dark gaze fixed on me, his soft lips part, and just when I think he is about to explode, the doorbell rings.

He swiftly snatches my wrist, preventing me from achieving my goal, and when I release his cock, he slides my hand out.

His face is expressionless, but his sinister eyes are boring into mine as he pulls his zipper up, buckles his belt, and then turns around, heading for the front door.

I leap off the counter with a sigh, my panties now soaking wet, and I feel irritated that we've been interrupted yet again. I spin around to resume unscrewing the bottle of wine when my name is suddenly and enthusiastically called.

I glance over my shoulder and realize it's the same guy as before and heapproaches me with a big, terrifying smile, his arms out wide.

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