Page 52 of Unravelling The Beast

"Put your fucking feet up on the counter."

I obey because his fingers feel too incredible in my pussy right now, and I lean back on my palms before placing my feet on the counter, causing my legs to rise high and wide for him.

He coils and twists his fingers to get to the deepest parts of me before he begins to finger bang hard and fast. As I watch them surge in and out of me, strong moans leave me, my brows pinched and my mouth gaping open.

"Look at what I fucking do to you, Wren. Your little abused body belongs to me now."

He snatches my throat and tilts me forward until our faces are close, and he continues to ruthlessly ruin my pussy, hitting my spot perfectly with just the right amount of pressure every time.

He growls against my lips before inserting his thumb into my mouth, and I suck on it while panting hard through my nose. When he places his now-wet thumb against my clit and rubs it with pleasure, I fling my head back in ecstasy.

I've never been finger-fucked so good. He knows exactly what he's doing by caressing the right spot and luring me to erupt all over his fingers.

When the pleasure becomes too much for me, my climax hits me harder than ever before, and as soon as my pussy convulses around his fingers, he yanks them out and I feel a wet, warm gush leave my body.

He plunges them back into me, giving me no time to revive from my high before he continues to violate me by going even harder and faster, causing me to scream. As my legs begin to close, he pries them open, forcing me to bear whatever he wants to inflict on me.

Shortly as I sense another orgasm approaching, he rips his fingers out of me once more, causing another loud, wet sound to escape me and hit the floor below.

Warm liquid coats my throbbing pussy as I gasp for air, paralyzed from the two powerful climaxes that just rocked my body. I can feel him rubbing his fingers between the lips of my sensitive pussy before slapping it lightly.

When I feel like I am coming back down to earth, I tilt my heavy head forward to look at him through dazed eyes.

I notice him staring down at the floor at his feet, which confuses me.

"What the hell was that?"

When his expressionless eyes dart to mine, he moves once more between my legs and runs his warm, tattooed palms up the sides of my thighs. He grabs handfuls of my ass and pulls me in close, forcing me to sit up and wrap my arm around his shoulders.

I stare at him, perplexed and wait for him to respond.

"You just came all over my shoes."

My eyes widen and my cheeks flush with humiliation since I’ve never done that before. I face away so he can't see my embarrassment, but he simply follows my eyes until we’re locked again.

"Don't you dare fucking do that. Never be shy around me. You did exactly what I wanted you to do."

He wraps his strong, muscular arms over the small of my back, drawing me in closer, and now speaks against my lips.

"It was fucking hot."

I smile against his lips before he kisses me hard, and I immediately melt in his arms. As I allow his tongue to slip deep into my mouth, we start kissing wildly, unable to get enough of each other, while he glides his big palms up and down my naked back.

When he breaks away from the kiss, which leaves me breathless, he studies my facial features with his dark eyes for a beat before completely releasing me, turning around, and walking towards the door.

"I better go change my fucking shoes."

I bite my bottom lip with a smile before hopping off the counter and confronting myself in the mirror. Well, that was the first for me, but I'm glad he didn't make me feel strange about it. Perhaps there is some good left in Arlo.

Maybe I could soften that tough exterior in some way. Yeah, right, I need to keep dreaming. I should face facts; he is what he is, and I am starting to become obsessed with it. I like how he is with me. In a strange way, I enjoy his brutality and how he sends me into euphoria every damn time. I don't think I'd want him any other way. Which makes me pretty messed up when I think about it.

I return to my bedroom after cleaning myself up to choose something to wear for the day and search through my vast collection before deciding on an outfit.

Once I’m dressed in a white jumper dress, I return to the bathroom mirror and sigh to myself as soon as I see his very visible marks on my neck once again.

"Fuck, I need to cover these somehow. Cree can't see them."

I take my makeup bag and start covering it with concealer to the best of my abilities before fixing my hair and doing my makeup. As soon as I’m finished, I grab my phone from the counter and head downstairs.

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