“So don’t remind you of the way your pussy clenched around my cock when I squeezed your throat?”
“Stop it!”
“You certainly didn’t say that last night.”
“You tricked me. You abused the rules of the hunt.”
“And how did I do that?”
“You infiltrated the scene to kidnap me.”
“Oh, my lady, you have it all wrong. I didn’t attend the hunt just so I could kidnap you.”
“Yes, you did!”
“How would I be known as the Beast if that was true?” he countered.
My mouth snapped open to argue, but then the realization of his words washed over me. While I could’ve accused him of hacking and stealing the Beast’s identity, I knew as a member of the Hunt circle it wasn’t plausible. Due to the use of masks, our fingerprints were used at check in.
“Let me guess. When I refused to treat your client, you did a deep dive on my life and discovered I was into the scene?”
“That’s correct.” At what must’ve been my questioning look, the Beast said, “For the future, make sure you turn off your location sharing when you attend hunts.”
Realizing I only had myself to blame, I very maturely shrieked, “Bastard!”
He held his large hands in front of him. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“I’d like to do a lot more than just shoot you!” I growled.
With a chuckle, he replied, “I think that should’ve probably been my line.”
When I opened my mouth to rage at him, he rose off the bed. “If you will excuse me, I need to speak to my client about this new development surrounding his care.”
I tracked his stealthy movements to the door. After he opened it, he turned back to me. “If he is in agreement to proceed with meeting you, I’ll send someone to escort you to meet him.”
And then he was gone. With my emotions short circuiting, I turned and screamed into the pillow next to me until I was spent.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: MAKSIM
After exiting Sarah’s room, I stalked down the hall to the bedroom where I was staying. Once I was safely locked inside the room, I ripped off the mask. With a grunt, I tossed it onto the bed.
As I glanced in the antique mirror, I shook my head. “You’re a fucking idiot,” I growled.
How certifiably insane had I been to think that Sarah would focus all her anger and loathing on the Beast? That she would see me as some sort of hero since I hadn’t been the one who actually physically took her.
No, she despised us both, and I had no idea how to change her mind.
My fingers made their way down my shirt, jerking open the buttons. After shedding it, I went to the closet for another one. Obviously, I couldn’t be wearing the same outfit as the Beast. While I’d kept him in all black, I pulled out a crisp white dress shirt and grey pants.
After putting on my new clothes, I started pacing around the bedroom. At the very least, I had to convince Sarah to treat me for my stutter. But there was more on the line for me than just curing me.
I wanted Sarah for my own.
I wanted her days as well as her nights. I wanted her personal and professional side.
I’d wanted her long before I’d had a taste of her. But now that I’d fucked her, I wanted her even more. But it wasn’t just about possessing her body. It was about the fire she’d shown when talking to the Beast, and even her bratty side last night during the hunt. There were so many facets that bled into my obsession with her.
With a final disgusted look in the mirror, I headed downstairs. After finding the living room empty, I texted Aleks and Lev to come meet me. As I waited for them, I once again resorted to pacing around the room as my mind spun with out-of-control thoughts.
