My hand froze.
It wasn’t a moan of pain.
It was one of pleasure.
Fuck me.
Gently, I cracked open the door. A burst of steamy, moist air rushed at me. Once it cleared, I peeked through the crack.
This is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. You’ve already betrayed her about your true identity. Are you really going to invade her privacy while watching her pleasure herself?
Through the glass shower doors, Sarah leaned against the opposite side. Her eyes were pinched shut, and she had her plump bottom lip between her teeth. One leg was thrown onto the marble seat while one of her hands pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her free hand squeezed one of her breasts.
My cock immediately swelled in my pants at both the sight and sounds before me. It took everything within me not to throw open the door and stalk over to her. After all, I had what she needed–a ready and willing cock and the ability to give her multiple orgasms.
Somehow, I didn’t think it was me she was currently fantasizing about. Instead, it was the Beast. That fact was both infuriating and enticing.
But I wanted her to want me, not my persona.
I knew it was going to take time to get there. The Beast was part of her kink, and I wasn’t. Of course, she was going to want him. I just didn’t know how to bridge the two of them together.
And even though it was so fucking wrong, I decided not to try to do that tonight.
Tonight I would change into a shirt with a high neck and slip on gloves so I could hide the tattoos that would identify me as Maksim’s.
Tonight I would swathe myself with the cologne I’d worn as the Beast, so I wouldn’t smell like Maksim.
Tonight, I would give Sarah not what she needed, but what she wanted.
I would give her the Beast.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: SARAH
Ascream of pleasure escaped my lips as the walls of my pussy clenched around my fingers. As I rode out my high, I imagined it was the Beast’s thick fingers that had made me come.
I hadn’t planned on touching myself when I got into the shower. As much as I’d tried to leave my thoughts of the Beast behind in the bedroom, I couldn’t. Suddenly, I found my hand sliding down over my stomach and between my legs as the image of Beast appeared before me.
The moment I came down from my high regret instantly filled me. What was I thinking of getting myself off to another man’s image in Maksim’s house? Not to mention the fact that same man had drugged and kidnapped me. With a groan of frustration, not pleasure, I stalked out of the shower.
Unfortunately, I had shed my robe in the bedroom, so I had to wrap myself in a towel. When I came out of the bathroom, a shadowy figure caused me to scream. At the flash of a silver mask, I clamped one hand over my mouth and pulled the towel tighter with the other. The last thing I needed was for Oleg to come bursting through the door and see me half-naked.
As the Beast continued staring at me, I took my hand away from my mouth.
“How did you get in here?” I demanded.
“Good to see you again, Sarah.”
“Answer my question.”
“I opened the unlocked door,” he replied.
Shit. Why hadn’t I locked the doors? Probably because I knew Oleg would rather die than come anywhere near my bedroom.
“I want you to leave. Now.”
Tilting his head, he said, “I just came by to see if you’re settling in.”
“I’m fine. Captivity is great, so thanks, kidnapper.” Shooing him with my hand, I replied, “So now you can go.”
