Beautiful Monster (Dark Lies Duet 2)

“No, you don't.” But there's not as much fight in my voice now because, oh my God, it does feel good. My body betrays me, wetness seeping out of me as he works my clit. He's not even being gentle or skillful about it. He's rough, using me. And all it does is make me wetter.

“See? I told you.” He laughs softly, lifting his head to look me in the eye. No. I can’t look at him this way when it reminds me of when I thought things were good. I have to turn my face away from him while at the same time fighting back a moan. Why is he doing this? What's happening to me? I'm going to kill him for this. I'm going to kill him for so many things.

He presses his body against mine until my ribs ache, and all it does is make me gasp with pleasure. Damn him. Damn him more for laughing, taunting me. “Don't pretend I don't know you, Siân. I know everything there is to know. Your mind, your soul, your body. Especially your body. I’ve practically got you trained.” He touches his forehead to my temple.

“I hate you. You don't know me.” Yet when he slides a finger inside me, I shudder again. I have to fight the urge to rock my hips and ride his hand as he massages me inside and out.

“Yes, I do. And you're going to be mine forever.”

“I'll get away from you.”

“You don't stand a chance.”

“You think so?” I pant as every part of me tightens in preparation for an orgasm. “No matter what you do, I’ll get away from you. Or I'll die trying.”

“Now, now.” I don't know whether to be glad or regretful when he pulls his hand away before I have the chance to come. “It doesn't have to come to that, especially since you'll never be successful. Why would you try when we both know you belong to me?”

I have to force myself to look at him and deal with the amusement in his eyes. That's what that performance was all about? His way of proving he owns me or something? I wish I hadn't proven him right. “Because the alternative is allowing you to control me, and that's not going to happen.” My fingers shake, but I manage to button my jeans.

“So you're going to waste time and effort trying to run away? No matter where I take you, no matter where we go?”

“That's right.”

He leans in, and my head taps the wall when I try to back away. “You know what?” he growls close to my face. “I hope you do try. In fact, I can't wait.”

He smiles, and somehow that's the scariest part of all this. How happy he looks. “I can't wait to drag you back kicking and screaming. The louder, the better.”

2

CHRISTIAN

I stare at her for a moment, watching the rise and fall of her chest. Her breaths are hasty, her mouth ajar, and despite how badly she’s fighting to keep them open, her eyes flutter shut. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. Siân can pretend all she wants. She can claim to hate me, to be disgusted by me, but her body tells the truth.

Slipping my finger from her dripping cunt, I gaze down at her, enjoying the disappointment that washes over her. And when I lick her juices from my digit, she shudders. Realizing that I notice her disappointment, she stands upright, pulls her shoulders back, and pushes past me.

She hates herself for enjoying my touch, just like the day in the alley when she swallowed my cock. I rather like this game, this feistier side of her. It’ll make taking what I want so much sweeter.

Siân returns to her seat, flopping down in the cream-colored chair and crossing her arms over her chest. When I settle in next to her, she attempts to scoot away from me, lodging herself as close to the window as possible. With tension in her shoulders, Siân points her attention out to the clouds, and almost instantly, she starts to relax. It’s as if, just for a moment, everything in her world ceases to exist, and it’s just her and the large pillows in the sky.

As I watch her, I admire her features. Even with her clothes and hair in disarray, she’s fucking gorgeous. And the worse part of all is she doesn’t even realize it. That’s okay, though. I have every intention of bringing out the best and worst in her. Now that we’re on our way to Italy, where we belong, she’ll soon take her rightful place next to me.

Soon she’ll appreciate the things I’ve done for her, and in the end, she’ll see that we belong together. And no, I don’t expect her to bend easily, but I sure as shit am going to enjoy forcing it out of her. Whether that be with my dick or through her fear is entirely up to her.