Falling for the Beast (A Modern Fairy Tale Duet 2)

Instead his large palm came up and covered her breast, over her bra—claiming her. That was how it felt, his hand both heavy and strong. Like she was no longer herself, her own person, but his. Like he was no longer her employer, her professor. Not even her lover.

Somewhere along the way he’d become her everything, and that scared her more than anything.

“This,” he said, locking his eyes on hers. “What you want is to know you can trust me, that I’m not this person. At least not anymore.”

Her heart caught in her throat, because she did want that. Everything in this world was foreign to her, from the designer fixtures to the society page spreads. She didn’t belong here.

And she was terrified he did.

“I don’t want you to settle,” she said, tears stinging her eyes.

Blake

Blake forced himself to close his eyes, to take deep breaths. Forced himself not to spread the beautiful legs beneath him and fuck Erin into the bed.

It was a strange impulse, but her words had that impact on him. That she could doubt herself that way, believe that she wasn’t good enough. That she could doubt him. It made him feel primitive, called to some deep beastly part of him that needed to fight, to fuck, to conquer her until she saw what he did.

But he would keep that part of him contained, well hidden. He couldn’t risk scaring her.

“Erin,” he said, his voice low, almost guttural. “You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re smart. Why the fuck would I be settling?”

She blinked rapidly. Jesus. So much for not scaring her.

He sat back on his heels and shoved a hand through his hair. Fuck, he was coming undone. Maybe it was coming home after so long. More likely it was the way Erin had looked at him ever since they’d gotten here, as if he were a stranger.

“Baby,” he said hoarsely. Because he couldn’t speak anymore.

He could only show her how he felt.

Only give in to the dark impulses that had been riding him all this time.

He bent over her, nuzzling at her breast through the satin cloth. God, he didn?

?t even feel human now. More like an animal, acting on pure instinct and sensation, reveling in the softness and womanly scent of her. He used his teeth to drag the fabric aside, revealing her stiff nipple to the air. They were small nipples, delicate. He had to be careful with them. He couldn’t suck as hard as he wanted, couldn’t nip at her.

That was what he told himself, but one brush against his lips and he was lost, feasting on her, lips fastened on her breast and tongue tormenting her bud.

The sound she made was pain—a cry of shocked arousal and sharp desire.

He didn’t let go of her, just cocked his head to meet her eyes. Then slowly, like a dog with a goddamn bone, shook his head. Quiet, he told her. She wouldn’t want his parents or the staff to hear. There was no way to really hide what they were doing.

In the end she’d make enough sounds for them to know. But he wouldn’t let her scream and keen the way she did at home. She’d only feel deeply embarrassed later.

So it was really a form of protection that when she yelped, he reached up to cover her mouth with his hand.

He’d bitten down, maybe too hard. He lightened up his hold on her sweet nipple, but he knew he would only be rougher with her. His control had gotten razor thin, almost a weapon in itself, something that could cut her even as he fought to keep her safe.

Her eyes grew wide with surprise. He’d never covered her mouth before. In his big house, far out in the rural wooded area, he’d never needed to.

Her breath was soft over his fingers as she breathed through her nose. She stared at him—bewildered, afraid. And turned on? Her breathing had sped up now, and he knew that she might be scared of him. Hell, she should be. But he also knew the rhythm of her body, the flush of her cheeks. He knew that being restrained, his hands on her wrists or his arm over her waist, could turn her on.

And it worked again, her hips pushing upward as her lips tested their newfound boundaries.

The sound she made was muffled.

He groaned, the sound hotter because he had controlled it. “That’s right, baby. Give in to it. I’ll make you feel good and I’ll keep you safe while I do it. That’s a goddamn promise.”

Her body relaxed slightly, and he knew it was acceptance. More than that, desire.