Page 49 of Unravelling The Beast

He now feels like a poisonous drug, sweeping through my veins, and it has consumed me into a nightmare—his nightmare, which I don't ever want to escape from.

I tiptoe ever so slightly, tilting my head to capture his soft lips with mine. We instantly become lost in a fierce kiss as soon as our lips meet, and it doesn't take long for things to get heated between us again.

He slides his hands firmly down the curves of my wet body until he grabs my ass and lifts me. As soon as I circle his waist, he crushes my back against the cold, wet glass of the shower with his big frame, completely smothering me, and before I know it, his cock is buried deep inside me again as he fucks me brutally.

It's the morning after, and I haven't slept, not like I do nowadays anyway. The room is still dim with the curtains blocking the daylight that desperately wants to shine through, and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, buried in my thoughts of darkness.

I slowly shift my eyes to Wren behind me, who is fast asleep on her back with her beautiful, long, dark hair sprawled over my black, velvety pillows.

When she sleeps, she looks like an angel, but I now know she is the fucking devil reincarnated to suck my soul into further black abysses.

I move my eyes away from her, returning my focus to the photo in my hand. Bridget, my wife, stares back at me, reminding me of how much I just deceived her by fucking Wren the way I did last night.

My wife and Wren are polar opposites. Bridge was blonde, fair-skinned, tall, and slim, whereas Wren is dark all over, tanned, short, and curvaceous.

Their personalities are also diverse and that's what confuses me, because I know when I look at Wren, it's not like I'm seeking my wife, but I'm drawn to her like some sort of sick fucking obsession when I don’t want to be; she’s weakened me; she’s broken my control.

In three long, miserable years, no woman has ever tempted me to fuck them, but here comes Wren, who enters my life less than a week ago and destroys all that power I thought I had. The sexual chemistry between us is off the charts, and we both fucking know it.

I should have avoided her; I shouldn’t have given her the fucking job. As soon as she entered my life, I knew it was only a matter of time before I surrendered all my self-control, but I had no idea that she'd turn out to be the fuck of a lifetime.

It feels like we are in absolute chaos together; although she seems like my opposite, I’m full of darkness while she’s full of light, yet there’s something about her that I’m drawn to. She’s absolutely captivating.

The way she allowed me to do anything I wanted to her without protest sent my mind into a fucking frenzy. She's an obedient little slut, that’s for sure, which is such a fucking turn-on for me, especially since I purposefully intended to break her little body and she took it all.

I just hope to fuck she doesn't expect more, because I can't give her more; it's not like that; I’m not like that. I'll fuck her into oblivion for the rest of my days, but I can't give her anything beyond that. There's nothing left of me but a dark, cold shell of a man who only exists in this fucked-up world for his son.

She's far too pure for my crooked life, and she's still yet to discover what kind of evil mother fucker she's just spent the night with.

I side-eye her over my shoulder when I hear her stirring behind me. Her delicious big tits and pink little nipples peek out from beneath the duvet as she stretches her arms above her head with a yawn. When she's finished and fully aware of his surroundings, she looks at me and takes a brief pause.

I return my attention to the photo of Bridget just as she begins to move and crawl towards me. She presses her naked body onto my back and her stiff nipples slide across my tattooed skin. As she wraps her tiny arms around my shoulders, I allow the photograph to slip between my fingers, and it drops between my legs, landing on the floor.

When she begins kissing my neck seductively with her tongue, I close my eyes for a second, almost relishing the sensation of her soft, plump lips on my skin, but I quickly grow defensive and take a long breath before seizing her wrists and swinging them over my head.

I rotate my body and grasp her throat with my hand before slamming her down onto the bed with force while I'm kneeling between her naked legs.

I stare down at her below me with resentment, and she looks at me with concern. She’s breathing heavily through panic and I sense there is a hint of fear in her eyes, but when they soften, it agitates me even more.

To express my fury, I bring my face close to hers and speak with my teeth clenched.

"Don't ever get me wrong, Wren. I don't do the sappy, romantic bullshit you desire. I'm a cold, nasty cunt who will only use you for your greedy fucking pussy, understand?”

She looks at my lips as my harsh words escape and takes them all in, seemingly unfazed by my anger and when her eyes meet mine, she says something that even fucks someone like me up.

"So, fucking use me, Arlo."

I growl forcefully against her lips before hastily reaching down between us, pressing my hand into my boxers and whipping out my heavy cock. I ram myself deep inside her and drill into her violently until she screams for me.

It's music to my fucking ears as I pound her tight cunt hard, releasing every ounce of frustration I have out on her. When she tries to touch me, I snatch her fragile wrists, force them down onto the bed, and place all of my body weight on them before returning to my vicious onslaught to teach her a fucking lesson.

Her eyes are focused on mine, peering into my shattered soul as I thrust my cock so deeply into her that I couldn’t get any further even if I tried.

Her big tits bounce beneath me while the sound of slapping skin against skin echoes through the bedroom and it doesn't take long for either of us to succumb to the pleasure we're experiencing, and we both come at the exact same time.

I collapse onto her, crushing her with my big frame, still clutching her wrists so she doesn't dare attempt to fucking hug me again. I feel the sensation of her dripping pussy gripping my dick tightly with a pulsing beat and her tiny body twitches beneath me.

I attempt to control my breathing against the crook of her neck, noticing she smells so delicious that I'm almost tempted to kiss or bite it.

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