I sucked in a harsh breath as possessiveness rocketed within me. More than anything in the world, I didn’t want him to take her ribbon. I wanted him.
Desperately
Wantonly
When he merely shook his head, a relieved breath whooshed from my chest. He then walked around her to continue swaggering through the crowd. When his destination seriously appeared to be us, a tingle echoed through me.
“Sweet Jesus, ishecoming over tous?” Archie hissed.
Hudson slowly shook his head. “It’s not us he’s after, love.”
Fuck.
He was coming forme.
My heartbeat thrummed wildly as I watched the Beast close the distance between us. As my chest rose and fell in harsh pants, all intelligent thought escaped me. I’d never had thisreaction to any man at a hunt. There had been desire and anticipation and longing.
But there had never been anything as mind-altering and consuming as my current need for the Beast.
The world around me slowed to a crawl as he finally loomed over me. At that moment, the crowd melted away. It was just the two of us caught up in a storm of desire.
“Hello,” his automated voice purred, sending searing heat to my core.
For a moment, I couldn’t form words. I merely stared at him in disbelief. After Hudson nudged me, I finally whispered, “Hello.”
His gaze dropped to my wrist where my blue ribbon was tied. “Give me your ribbon,” he commanded.
His presence had me spinning so wildly that I wasn’t fully immersed in the scene. “That isn’t how a knight should speak to a lady,” I teasingly replied.
The Beast tilted his head at me. A few seconds ticked agonizingly by. “Do you want to be fucked like a lady or fucked like my whore?”
“Holy. Fuck,” Hudson muttered behind me.
I swallowed hard as I tried to control my erratic breathing. “Like your whore.”
“Good girl.”
Those words coupled with the purr of the automator shot straight to my pussy, causing my walls to preemptively tremble.
With a flick of his wrist, the Beast demanded, “Now give me your ribbon.”
With trembling fingers, I reached to untie the silky material. In my anxiousness, I tugged too hard, causing a knot. “Shit,” I hissed, as mortification rocketed through me. I wouldn’t have blamed him for having second thoughts about choosing me considering I’d already been a mouthy brat and clumsy.
As two enormous hands came to my wrist, I sucked in a breath. The heat from his touch burned through my skin. Although his tattooed fingers were thick, they somehow managed to untie the ribbon.
Glancing up at him, I stared into the dark, soulless eyes of his mask. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
After handing him the ribbon, he leaned over to bring the mouth of his mask to the shell of my ear. “Is your cunt dripping for me?”
“Yes, sir.” Easing back, I stared into the mask’s eyes. “It’s trickling down my thighs.”
His enormous hand cupped my cheeks. “Just wait until I fuck you, and you drench the two of us in your cum.”
Oh God. Was this real life? Was the most perfect specimen of a man–my absolute fantasy come to life–about to give me the most hardcore fuck of my life? I whimpered at the mental image.
Although I was someone who always exuded discipline and patience, I shocked myself by whimpering, “Please, sir.”
