Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
The parts my papa told me were forbidden.
Not just for me.
Men.
And this Beast is a man.
A very rugged, primal, violent kind of man, but a man nonetheless.
And that very same man just licked that forbidden part of me like it was normal. Like it was easy. Like he enjoyed it.
I gulp as he sits there and stares at me as though he’s waiting for me to say something. But I don’t know what the hell to say. Not to any of this or him.
Because I don’t even know what happened.
How he managed to make it feel so damn good.
I shiver, not from fear but from delight, instantly making me hate myself. Every fiber of my being tells me I shouldn’t have liked what he did—how he kissed me so gently yet with so much passion, how he licked me like he tasted the world’s finest food, how he gave me an explosion of sensations I can only describe as pure and utter ecstasy.
How in the world did he do that?
I don’t understand.
And I definitely don’t understand how I let this man take what he wanted without putting up a fight.
I should’ve kicked him off, pushed him, shoved him away.
Instead, I lie down and let him control me, own me, use me, like a meek little lamb ready for slaughter.
I sigh out loud and curl up in my corner, wishing I was alone in this cell so I wouldn’t have to face this complicated situation, which just got a whole lot more complicated.
“You despise me,” he says.
I can’t help but look at him even though I know I shouldn’t. Because every time I look at this man, it becomes harder and harder to look away.
“I don’t.”
“You don’t want me close,” he says.
“Just because I don’t want you close doesn’t mean I despise you,” I reply.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do despise him.
But only for making me feel the way he did.
For making me want more of whatever that was.
“I just … don’t understand myself right now.”
“Why?” he asks.
My face warms up again, remembering him between my legs and his tongue all over me.
It should be a sin for something to feel that good, yet …
“Because none of that should’ve happened.”
He tilts his head. “Why not?”
“Because it’s wrong,” I retort.
“Did it feel wrong?” he asks.
The way he looks at me, so completely sincere and without any form of judgment, catches me off guard.
“I …” Now I’m really glowing red. “No, but—”
“Then it wasn’t wrong,” he interjects.
He’s so sincere with his words while I’ve always tried to erase the truth.
My eyes briefly slide down his towel again, unable to help themselves. I swear, that thing of his just makes it so hard to look away.
Doesn’t it hurt him to be that hard? To want someone that badly?
Now I almost feel guilty for stopping him, even when I know in my head it isn’t right. But he’s still rigid and dripping, almost as if his cock alone is begging for a release that I didn’t give.
Oh God, you have to stop thinking about this.
Embarrassed, I look away and hide in my own arms, wishing I could vanish.
“Don’t,” he says.
I lift my head from my arms, peering at him over my own skin.
“You told me, and I listened … now I’m telling you,” he says, his stare inescapable. “Don’t look away.”
Don’t. I used that word to guard myself.
And he’s right. He did stop. But I thought it was just because he was surprised. Not because he actually … respected me.
“What did you feel when I licked you?” he asks.
I swallow away my own embarrassment. “Like I was a combusting star.”
A hint of a smile peaks at his scarred lips. “Have you ever felt it before?”
I shake my head.
The smile only deepens. “It’s called an orgasm.”
Orgasm. I’ve read that word. But I’ve never actually experienced it before.
Just the thought makes me flush with heat again.
It was the best feeling in the entire world, and I definitely understand now why some people would want to kill for this.
“So you’ve never … touched yourself?” he asks.
My eyes widen, and I feel all the color instantly drain from my skin. I swiftly shake my head. “I wasn’t allowed.”
His brow furrows. “By who?”
I avert my eyes. “Papa always said that place was forbidden for anyone but my future husband. Especially for girls like me.”
“Girls like you?” Beast scoffs. “What does that mean?”
I don’t know why I’m telling him this. I should not be telling anyone this, but especially not the man who brought me into this cell to begin with.
God, what am I doing?
“Nothing,” I mutter, hoping he’ll forget.
I quickly get up and start searching this cell, not giving a shit that Beast is still sitting in the middle, staring at me wherever I go. I ignore his hawk-like gaze and focus on the bars and all the nooks and crannies.