Page 74 of Awakening the Beast
The world outside this moment, the man beneath my blade, the blood, the screams—they all fade into oblivion as I become consumed by Arlo’s touch, his control, his need. I try to keep going, but I am merely making it harder for the guy. I’m slicing his skin away with agonizing slowness, and he is suffering to the highest level, all because Arlo is getting turned on by me doing his torturous job for him.
“Arlo…” I plead again breathlessly, but he simply tears his hand out of my bra, swiftly taking my jaw and tilting my head back.
His hot mouth crashes against mine, his tongue forcing its way between my lips, silencing me with a demanding savagery that shows me that he has lost control entirely and there isno stopping him. His grip tightens around mine as he lifts my hand, and in one brutal motion, he drives the knife deep into the man's eye. The sickening thud reverberates through me, but the sound barely registers, drowned out by the urge to be fucked coursing through my body. The man’s body slumps back, his cries silenced instantly.
Without warning, Arlo shoves the man’s head forward, then his chest pushes against my back, forcing me to bend over and break off the kiss. My hands, slick with blood, grip the back of the chair for balance, my breath coming faster. There’s no room for thought, no time to process. It’s just him, and the power he holds over me.
His hands waste no time, hiking my black dress up to my hips, exposing me entirely. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass, squeezing hard before delivering a sharp smack that stings so fiercely, I wince. The pain shoots through me, but instead of moving away, I find myself arching into it, craving more. In one swift motion, he drags my panties down, letting them pool around my ankles. He grips my hips aggressively, yanking me toward him, bending me over further, making me submit entirely.
The scent of blood assaults my senses, the odor of burning flesh, but I ignore it. His rough hand slides under my dress, quickly unclipping my bra and as soon as it’s loose, he grabs a handful of my hanging breast, kneading it harshly. The roughness sends a shockwave through me, the blend of pain and pleasure making my pulse race, my core tightening.
His belt buckle clinks as he unfastens it with a quick, impatient movement. His hand squeezes my breast harder, while the other pulls me back even more, claiming me with a possessiveness that takes my breath away.
When the pierced tip of his cock glides up my slick, wet slit, a tremor shoots through my legs. He teases the entrance, letting the heat build before both his hands find my breasts, gripping them tightly. He pulls me back, forcing my pussy walls to slide slowly down his length, feeling every pulsing vein, every ridge. A sharp gasp tears from my throat as I take him fully, the pressure mounting.
His hand wraps around the front of my throat, pulling me flush against his chest. He forces my head back as he bends his knees slightly to match my height, his sheer size overwhelming me. His tongue invades my mouth while he drives himself into me from behind—hard, deep, relentless.
My legs begin to tremble, my muffled screams against his lips rising in desperation as he pounds into me without mercy. His eyes never leave mine, intense and focused, watching as mine flutter and roll back with each thrust until I can hardly breathe. His grip tightens around my throat, suffocating me.
And just as I feel myself unravelling, he pulls out, leaving me aching and empty, but before I can even think, he spins me around by my hips. I nearly stumble in my tall heels, but he steadies me, a strong hand clamping down on the back of my thigh as he lifts me effortlessly. My arms and legs wrap tightly around his him as he walks forward, his pace fast, the need between us undeniable.
I can sense it in him—he’s going to fuck me so much harder.
My back slams into the cold, hard wall, the force knocking the air from my lungs. His big frame crashes against mine, and before I can focus, his cock slides back inside me, the sudden stretch wrenching a cry from my lips.
With a rough yank, he rips my dress open, exposing my breasts to the cool air, his hands moving eagerly, pushing the fabric down my shoulders, then over my hips until it’s bunched around my waist.
"Fucking little slut," he mutters under his heavy breathing.
He takes full control, his grip on my hip aggressive, tattooed fingers digging into my skin, bruising me as he pins me to the wall. His other hand snaps around my throat, clenching hard, my head cracking against the wall.
His dark eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide with lust. There’s no hesitation, no restraint. He’s fucking lost it. With a sharp thrust, he slams his entire length inside me, burying himself to the fullest, the impact driving me harder against the wall. Every plunge is brutal, violent, his pace unforgiving as he takes what he wants with my body pinned helplessly. The room fades into a shadow, the only thing I can focus on is the overwhelming sensation of his big dick sliding in and out of my pussy, pushing me to the verge of everything I can take from this beast.
“You're going to fall apart for me, harder than the love you claim to feel. Fucking show me, Wren—show me how deep it runs, how insane it makes you feel. Prove your madness mirrors mine—that every time I touch you, it ignites the same fuckingfire inside. Desperate. Consumed. Fucking crazy,” he murmurs, his panting words tangled with the heat of our breath.
In a matter of minutes, he forces me into a powerful orgasm, my body shaking uncontrollably, but he doesn’t stop, he simply drives me in an overwhelming shock of euphoria. He’s lost in his own sadistic madness and desire, pushing me far beyond my limits, holding back his own release while leading me over the edge again and again.
I come a second time,
Then a third,
My legs trembling as my come spills onto the floor, soaking his cock, my thighs, and even his pants. The pleasure is too much, almost unbearable, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I feel him finally cave in, his grip tightening even more around my throat as he lets himself go.
His body almost gives way, his forehead crashing against my chest as his dick pumps inside me. I can feel it knocked the life out of him, his growl echoing through me. I latch my fingers into his dark hair, my head resting back on the wall as we both try to catch our breath.
“Fucking hell. I’ll never get used that sensation,” he mumbles against my sweaty tits.
“Me either,” I whisper in response.
He eventually lifts his head, our dazed eyes immediately colliding, and he smirks ever so slightly, devilishly handsome which I return.
Then he pulls out of me and my body quivers, feeling the loss. My legs are weak and trembling from the brutality he just unleashed on me. He gently lowers me down until I feel the hard floor beneath my heels and steady myself.
He turns away without a word, fastening his zipper and belt as he strides forward, his usual cold demeanor slipping back into place. When he reaches down and carefully picks up my panties, crumpling them into his hand and slipping them into his pocket like he used to, a grin tugs at my lips.
Arlo begins to walk around the men, his detached, calculating eyes sweeping over them, assessing the aftermath of what we’ve done. My mind, however, is elsewhere—circling back to Carmella and everything else in the background. I need a plan, something smart and careful. I need a way to get closer to her, and it needs to be Arlo who suggests it. He is sharp, far too sharp for me to just mention this out of the blue without raising alarms. He’s never asked why his mother, and I don’t get along, but he knows something is off. If I say I want to work beside her, he’ll sense it, and I can’t keep it a secret if he asks me outright. There has to be another way.
I take a deep breath, lifting my wrist to check the time. Almost time for the meeting. I adjust my clothes, trying to restore some normality after what we just did and when I move to stand beside him, his dark eyes lock onto mine, a silent force passing between us. I step closer, lifting my arms to wrap around his shoulders, drawing him down to my lips, pressing a firm kiss to his while his arms cloak around me.
