Page 45 of Unravelling The Beast

"You fucking know what."

I shrug as I gaze down at the now-empty glass in my hands.

"Beginners' luck?"

I lied. I've been playing cards with my dad since I was a little girl. He always said he'd take me to Vegas one day and we'd win thousands of dollars. That day has yet to come.

He places his palms on the table before calmly standing while pushing his chair out, causing it to scrape across the floor and I watch him from the corner of my eye as he slowly circles the large table, making my heart race with each step he takes.

When he stops beside me, he gently takes my glass from my grasp and places it on the table. I glance up at him, and his dark gaze is filled with thirst and hunger, making me know exactly what he wants.

I take a slow stand in front of him before I take his tattooed hand in mine and as I pass him, I pull on it, making him follow behind me while we make our way upstairs.

We stroll up the long, dark corridor, our fingers loosely entwined, as we head straight to his bedroom. I feel nervous about how he'll fuck me, but I’m also intrigued to get a taste of what this beast is capable of.

When we enter his bedroom, I release his hand and take a few steps forward while hearing him close his door behind us. I whirl around to face him, my long, dark hair flying over my shoulder and down my back.

He closes the short distance between us, his feral eyes fixed on mine, and he reeks of dominance and power.

With gritted teeth, he barks an order as he looks down at me.

"Take that slutty fucking dress off before I tear it off.”

We lock eyes as I reach around and drag the zipper all the way down my back before slipping the dress over the contours of my body. As soon as it falls at my feet, he reaches out, grasps my throat, and yanks me into him aggressively.

He dips his face, cocking it to the side, and speaks close to my face.

"There's no one here to fucking stop me from tearing you to shreds now, Wren. Nobody is coming to save you from me. You're now mine, and I'm about to utterly destroy every single tight little fucking hole you have."

He stares deep into my eyes with a crazed look, then grits his teeth.

"Drop to your fucking knees, like a good little slut."

As he releases his tight grip on my throat, I swallow hard before lowering myself to my knees in front of him. I peer up at him, and he keeps his focus fixed on me while he unbuckles his belt, the jingling sound of metal echoing through the vast room.

"It's about time I shoved my cock down that throat of yours to shut you the fuck up. Let me see what that gag reflex can do."

He shrugs off his shirt, throws it to the side, and then presses his hand into his black Calvin’s.

My eyes are drawn to his big, veiny, hard dick when he flops it out, the piercing on the end fascinating me and I take in every inch of it of his size.

I've never seen a cock this big, much less been fucked by one with a metal hoop on it. Arlo is clearly gifted for pure pleasure. Piercings are for those guys who love to fuck and satisfy a woman. The idea thrills me and causes my core to ache as I start to fantasize about how it's going to feel brushing up and down the walls of my pussy tonight.

He takes a fistful of my hair while holding the base of his heavy cock and draws me closer, prompting me to open my mouth to take him. As soon as I part my lips and widen my mouth, he shoves it into the back of my throat, forcing me to gag on him.

He gives a growl.

"That's it, gag on my fucking cock."

He starts fucking my face while his hands are wrapped around my hair, tearing it from the scalp. Of course, he's not gentle with me, but I don’t expect anything less and I suck him as hard as I can while hollowing my cheeks.

I gaze up at him through watery lenses, and his expressions clearly show that he likes what I am doing to him, as his lips are parted and his eyes are heavy.

He growls and throws his head back before ramping up the pace, slamming his weapon continuously down my throat, as far as he can get himself, causing saliva to trickle down my chin and me to gag repeatedly, but I force myself to take his brutal treatment.

When he slows his rhythm, he gazes down at me again and loosens his grip on my hair. He seems to allow me to take some control and I lick the tip of his cock, running my tongue around his piercing, before wrapping my lips around him with a suck and sliding my plump lips all the way down the length, basically swallowing the entire thing.

I enjoy myself while moaning against him, loving his pre-come tingling my tastebuds as his hands gradually tighten in my hair once more.

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