Page 73 of Unravelling The Beast

Iobserve her strolling towards the dancefloor with Izzy and immediately think that some foolish cunt is going to place his hands on what's mine and I'll have to peel the poor motherfucks skin away from his body.

When she starts dancing, I become heated and aroused almost instantly. Her small figure moves naturally to the music while her long, dark, straight hair swings across her lower back and hips as they sway seamlessly to the rhythm, igniting a ferocious firestorm within me.

She knows that I'm staring at her because she occasionally casts eye contact my way; she's performing for me and enjoys every second of what she fucking does to me.

After a few songs with my focus remaining fixed on her, I notice Savannah scoot closer to me, and I side-eye her. She lowers her head and whispers seductively close to my ear and the alcohol in her breath is potent.

"Why don't you follow me home tonight? It's about time I showed you what I'm able to do with that big cock of yours, Arlo."

I ignore her dirty talk and return my focus to Wren, who is now watching us carefully from a distance, analyzing what's happening.

When Savannah lays her palm on my thigh and starts moving it up, Wren stops dancing and we hold intense eye contact. I want her to feel the jealousy I've had at times tonight, and I can already see it written all over her pretty face.

As soon as Savannah’s hand reaches my crotch and she is ready to grip my balls, I swiftly snatch her wrist and hold it firmly. I hear her wince as I twist it, and I calmly pull my focus away from Wren and stare into Savannah's horrified eyes before speaking with gritted teeth.

"When will you take the fucking hint and stay the fuck away from me? Do I have to start breaking bones?"

She flashes me a sly grin with darkness in her eyes.

"Never, bab--"

I rotate her wrist sharply again, forcing her to whimper, and I yank her closer to my face.

"You'd never be able to handle me; you're a weak little cunt."

We exchange angry stares while I notice Wren heading up the stairs before I continue.

"You're about to finally get the fucking hint."

When I release her wrist with a push, she pouts and attempts to rub the pain away. I shift my eyes away from her, and they meet Wren, who is confidently striding towards me.

When she pauses between my wide legs, I peer up at her and I know exactly what she's going to do, and I'm not going to fucking stop her. She gathers her long dress at the front and lifts it, revealing her bronzed legs and some of her white lace panties. Maintaining intense eye contact, she mounts my lap frontally, settling on my now-hardening cock.

I instantly press my hands up her dress, grab her bare ass and flush her roughly closer to me, causing her to gasp and a smile to appear on her plump lips.

I can feel all eyes on us, but I couldn't give a fuck at this point. Nobody has seen me like this with a woman for a very long time, and I can sense the shock in the small area around us.

When Wren casts a glance in Savannah's direction and smiles, clearly intending to aggravate her, I can sense Savannah’s rage bubbling beside me, and I can tell she's ready to leap on Wren.

When Wren's glassy eyes finally meet mine, I shout sharply.

"Get the fuck out!"

Her body tightens before looking at me confused and at first she must have thought I was speaking to her because she begins to rise, but I dig my fingertips into her juicy ass to stop her.

When she notices everyone else leaving, I see her shoulders relax, and she returns her attention to me. She offers me a modest smile as I raise my hands up to her hips and squeeze her curves tightly, forcing her to gasp and bite her red bottom lip, arousal storming through her pretty eyes.

She places her small palms on the sides of my neck and dips her head to the side until her tongue is deep in my mouth. We kiss as though we've been starving for each other all night, and she grinds herself down on me, trying to get some friction on her needy little cunt.

I separate my thighs further, forcing hers to do the same, and dip my hand between us before tearing the damp fabric of her panties away from her pussy lips and setting them aside.

“My dirty fucking slut.”

I growl as I rub the tips of my fingers up and down her drenched slit, the pad of my thumb pressed on her clit, and she whispers breathlessly against my lips.

"Here?"

"Yes, fucking here."

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