Page 84 of Unravelling The Beast

He growls and his pupils dilate before he plunges his tongue deep into my mouth, sending a thrill straight through me.

I moan as he devours my mouth extremely hard, making my panties sticky and my core ache with need—exactly how I like it. He glides his hand down my throat and chest until he has it on my breast and he squeezes it tight.

I attempt to break away from his aggressive kiss by pushing on his chest before we both end up fucking again, but he simply clutches my throat and hisses against my tingling lips.

"I ain’t fucking finished!"

I smile as I whisper once again.

"I need to go, Arlo."

His dark eyes search mine before he reluctantly releases his grip on me and presses one last forceful kiss upon my lips.

My smile maintains as my gaze drops to his mouth.

"I'll see you later."

I run my thumb across his now-red lipstick-smeared lips.

"You might want to wipe that."

I wink at him while he remains unreadable before I turn around and go out the front door with a spring in my step.

The rain is pouring down brutally when I step outside, so I quickly open my umbrella and place it over my head before hurrying towards my car.

When I get inside, I notice Arlo leaving the house as well and he stands under the porch while smoking a cigarette. As he blows out smoke, his eyes meet mine, and I give him one last small smile before pulling away.

As soon as I arrived at a crowded diner parking lot, I cut my car’s engine and when I opened my door, rain hammered down on me, causing me to squeal from the coldness and swiftly open my umbrella. I step out of the car with it hanging over me, take my bag, and hastily enter the diner.

When I stroll in and close my drenched umbrella again, I spot Lily sitting in the far back of the cute but busy place and as I approach her, she waves excitedly at me like an overjoyed schoolgirl.

She stands the closer I get, and we hug tightly before we separate and I keep my hands on her shoulders while looking her in the eyes with a wide smile.

"How are you, Lil?"

"Yeah, I'm good; how about you?"

As we both take a seat opposite each other, I sigh before responding.

"I'm okay."

I give her a tiny smile as she carefully examines my face with a confused look, sweeping her dark and straight hair over her shoulder with her hand.

"You don't look okay."

"Honestly, I'm fine. It's just been an interesting couple of weeks, that’s all."

"Like what?"

When I decide to change the subject, I avoid eye contact.

"So, where is this guy?"

She doesn’t answer me, so I return my eyes to hers and she looks at me up and down, clearly worried, but I can't talk to her about Arlo.

She'll never understand our relationship, if you can call it that. Hell, I don't even know what to call it, and I don't expect someone from the outside to understand either. Any sane person would tell me to go; never look back; he's not a good person, but deep down, I don't believe Arlo is entirely evil.

I truly believe he is going through grief, and he is so lost in his own darkness that he no longer knows what light is.

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