Page 78 of Awakening the Beast
“NOW!” I bark, not breaking eye contact with Wren. My voice shakes the room as I hold her gaze, the tension between us dark and suffocating.
My mom doesn’t hesitate when I let my wrath show. As she exits, Wren’s narrowed eyes track her until the door clicks shut behind her, leaving just the two of us. The only sound in the room is the rain tapping against the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me. We remain locked in a staring contest, both silent, anger hanging between us.
Wren’s chin lifts in defiance, and she slowly steps toward me, her movements graceful despite the gun still aimed at my head. I watch her, unmoving, maintaining my position in the chair as though nothing about this situation rattles me. Because it fucking doesn’t. Little fucking brat.
She squeezes in front of me, hiking her skirt up slightly, then swings one leg over mine, straddling me. I feel her settle against my dick, the heat of her pussy pressing against me as she brings the barrel of the gun to my temple, never breaking our dark, intense eye contact.
Her breathing, though controlled, betrays her—a little too quick, a little too shallow. I feel it brush against my lips, but her fear isn’t of me. It’s of my unreadable demeanor, and I can tell it’s driving her crazy.
“Why, baby?” she whispers, her tone soft yet laced with wickedness. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She presses the cold metal of the gun harder against my temple. I arch a brow, still completely unfazed, watching her eyes blaze with fury as my calmness only makes her angrier.
“Tell me!” she snaps as she bucks her hips against me. Her cunt rubs over my length, teasing a response from my body even as my face stays flat.
I can feel her unravelling in the space between us, getting turned on from the fear like the fucking slut she is. My patience starts to snap like a thread pulled too tight. Her words ooze with seductive poison, daring me to break.
“You think I won’t blow your brains out, Arlo? You think I can’t live without you again?” she whispers, the threat lingering on her tongue, teasing me, but finally pushing me over the edge.
In a flash, I’m on her. My hand shoots up, gripping her wrist tight enough that her fingers twitch around the gun. One more squeeze, and I could snap it in fucking two. She winces, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps now. My other hand latches onto the back of her neck, pulling her in until our faces are so close that our are noses pressed together.
“Because of this, you crazy bitch,” I raise my voice bitterly. My eyes bore into hers, gleaming with a dangerous intensity that makes her flinch, despite her bravado. “You can’t fucking control yourself.”
Her chest heaves with each breaths, but her stance remains stern, which annoys me further. Without warning, I release her neck, dip my hand beneath her skirt, and tear her panties clean off her body. She hisses from the intense sting, her thighs clenching around me.
I bring the delicate, red lace to my face, pressing them against my nose, and inhale her sweet cunt and ass with my eyes closed, my mind going crazy. I’m going fucking insane, and she’s going to feel the full wrath of my inferno.
“Don’t you dare touch me, Arlo,” she says, trying to stay in control, but she seems to have forgotten who the fuck she’s talking to.
My eyes flash open menacingly, locking onto hers. “And you’re going to do fucking what if I do?” I growl, which makes her body tremble.
“This ass,” I roughly pull her skirt up to expose her skin before lifting my hand.
Smack!
“Belongs to fucking me,” I growl as I squeeze the juicy flesh bruisingly until she winces in pain.
“These tits,” I grab her silky, black blouse, tearing it violently until her red bra is exposed, the buttons flying everywhere.
I snatch her breast tightly, eliciting a loud gasp from her lips, her eyes squeezing shut.
“I own fucking them.” I taunt aggressively near her face, enough to feel it vibrate through her.
“This cunt,” my hand dips between her thighs, and I clutch her pussy lips tightly with my tatted fingers, pinching them harshly until she cries out.
“MINE!”I shout and her body tightens in response, my loud, deep voice echoing through the room.
“And I’ll do what the fuck I want to you.” I finish quietly, my fingers easing on her pussy.
She gasps for air, struggling and I squeeze her wrist once more, “Drop the fucking gun, Wren.”
She shakes her head once, so I squeeze again, and she cries out, dropping it. As it falls, I release her wrist and catch it. My feral eyes move all over her, breathing heavily, the sadistic arousal pumping through my veins like a venomous river.
I flick her hair away from her tits with a snarl, my gaze wanting to see the bulge on her cleavage. My cock expands with each passing second, heaving, and desperate to fuck her. When she tries to stand off me, I wrap my arm around her back, yanking her down onto me.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I snap and she looks at me with expanded eyes, now knowing she’s pushed me too far.
In my delirium, I split my legs wide, forcing hers too as well. I dip the gun between us and press the tip against her entrance. Her entire body stiffens, but I don’t give her time to react.
