Page 51 of Unravelling The Beast

“I've seen what you look like when you fucking come for me, Wren.”

When he is close behind me, I whirl around to face him, and he traps me between his toned body and the counter.

He suddenly snatches my towel and yanks it away from my naked body, flinging it against the wall without losing eye contact.

“I've analyzed and seen every single fucking inch of you.”

He leans down, placing his hands on the counter on either side of me. While he looks deeply into my eyes at my level, I instantly recognize something sinister rising within him.

"Why in the fuck would I need to knock, Wren?"

I glance at his lips as his serious words escape him, and when my gaze returns to his, I speak with clenched teeth, feeling frustrated with his bullshit and what he has done to my throat.

"Because it's fucking rude not to?"

When I attempt to turn in his arms to avoid him, he suddenly grabs a handful of the back of my hair and pulls me back around to face him. I instantly reach and grasp his wrist, but he simply yanks my hair until my head is tilted fully back, causing a wince to escape my lips.

As he locks me in place, he brings his mouth in close proximity to mine.

"If you haven't already noticed, I am rude. I’m more than fucking rude. I’m a soulless cunt and I don't give a shit because I do whatever the fuck I want."

With his other hand, he grips my face firmly and squeezes my cheeks.

"Stop with your shitty fucking attitude, or you'll get more than just a couple of bruises around your fucking neck."

I become defensive and speak angrily through squeezed cheeks.

"A couple? Have you seen the fucking state it’s in?"

His dark eyes wander down to my neck, and he cocks his head to the side to examine them before returning his gaze to mine, a faint smirk on his lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with them? All I see is art."

I remain silent when I catch on to what he is doing and I don't want to provoke the beast any further.

"There's nothing to fucking say now, no?"

I can sense he is trying to get a reaction out of me and he pinches my cheeks a little harder before he moves my head to the side and speaks with clenched teeth next to my ear.

"Don't even think about ignoring me, slut."

My eyes flutter shut as he licks his pierced tongue all the way up my neck to my cheek.

As my skin flushes, he turns me around by my hair to face us both in the mirror.

"See, look how pretty you look with my handprint around your fucking throat."

His intense but clearly amused eyes move down my naked body in the reflection, and then he dips his head to the side and looks at my side profile, whispering near my ear.

"Fucking beautiful."

As his intimidating voice trembles through my entire body, it causes me to close my eyes.

When my eyes open again, I watch as his devious eyes move down my neck to my collarbone, then flash to mine in the mirror.

His eyes tell me he is about to do something I'll either hate or love and without warning, he turns me before lifting me up by the small of my waist. When my ass comes crashing down onto the counter, he uses his body to nudge my legs apart before he slips his hand between my thighs and presses two of his long fingers deep into my pussy.

My eyes roll as a gasp leaves me from the sudden intrusion.

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