Beast's Demands (Crude Hill High 3)

His fingers sank into my hair, and I couldn’t contain my gasp as he gripped the length and tugged it back, exposing my neck. The feel of his lips brushing across my skin was almost too much for me to bear, but when he got to the curve of my breast, a moan escaped my lips. Especially as he released the strap of my shirt. I didn’t stop him as he dragged it down my arm, exposing my breast to him. He kissed down to my nipple, his tongue circling the bud, and waves of pleasure rushed through my body.

Closing my eyes, I released a little moan. The tips of his fingers worked from my knee and up the inside of my thigh until he cupped my pussy.

“This is all mine,” he said.

I knew. The instant he said the words, I felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over my head, and I tensed up.

Before he got a chance to speak, his cell phone went off, and whatever had been happening between us stopped.

****

Earl

Business always came first.

Ever since Ashley froze up on me, I hadn’t been able to get her alone. I’d finished all of my dealings with the Monsters, we’d done what was needed, and then we left. I had no choice but to leave her on the yacht while I took care of some problems with several shipments.

I came back to the yacht to find Ashley had spent most of her time in the bedroom. She rarely ate. My men were ordered to keep an eye on her, and the women who worked for me had also reported her complete lack of interest.

Arriving at my private island, I expected her to be happy. That was two days ago. Staring out at the ocean, I knew she was watching me. The first few nights, I’d been locked away, completing much-needed work, but now, I was only needed for necessities. Ashley had me all to herself.

I swiped my hand across my face, wondering what the hell happened back in Crude Hill. I didn’t like how cold Ashley had become.

My men were stationed on the island, and several of the women came with me so they could clean any mess we made. They weren’t to be seen unless I demanded it.

I rarely came to this island. This was a tranquil place, full of peace and quiet I rarely felt. My life didn’t allow me to disconnect from the world. My enemies were many, and more often than not, they tried to take what belonged to me. Turning on my heel, I found Ashley in the doorway, staring at me. She wore a pure-white dress. The straps were thin, but I saw she wore a bra. The light spilled across the sand, and she tilted her head back to look at it.

My island was beautiful.

Most women would be on their knees begging for me to do whatever the hell I wanted to them. Not Ashley. She didn’t even seem impressed.

Watching her, I saw the sadness in her eyes until finally, she turned away from me and walked back into the house, pissing me the fuck off.

I didn’t linger at the beach.

I stormed toward the house, slamming the door open, and I found her in the kitchen. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee, and that action alone was enough to send my anger over the edge.

Grabbing the cup from her, I threw it with much-needed force across the room. “What the fuck is going on?”

I caught the flinch before she stepped away. There was no way I was going to let her get far. I was angry, yes, and I knew what I wanted. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close to me.

“Get off me,” she said.

Unlike on the bed, she didn’t fight me. She glared. I felt the weight of her look right down to my fucking toes.

“I get that you’re pissed off and you’re doing your little spoiled brat routine. Enough. I don’t care for it.”

“Yes, sir, or should it be yes, beast? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to be meek? Submissive? Are you going to threaten my friends again? What more do you want from me? It’s not enough that you want what’s mine, but what more can I possibly give you?”

She batted her eyelids, trying not to cry.

Her hands were curved into her body. She was tense in my grip. Seeing her like this, I didn’t know, it made me sick to my stomach, and I slowly let her go. She stepped back from me, and I gave her time to compose herself.

“We have an agreement.”

“I know.”

“Then tell me what happened.”

“It’s nothing.”

I slammed my palm on the counter. I was tired of being lied to. “Now!” She knew what I wanted.