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I was trapped in a room with a powerful prison inmate. It wasn’t like I could stop him if I refused.
I kept my eyes on him to show I wasn’t afraid.
Inside, I was terrified.
I reached for the clasp at my shoulder to undo my dress. The damn thing wouldn’t open! I struggled with it until finally, it popped.
There was another quirk to his lips. Blink and you would miss it, but it was definitely there. Then his expression returned to that dark and somber mood he always seemed to occupy.
Finally, I got the clasp open. I slipped the dress over my narrow shoulders and let the flimsy material slide down my arms, my slim waist, and over my hips, to the floor.
It was the only piece of clothing I wore. It might have been thin, but it was something. Now I felt more vulnerable than ever.
I swallowed. My mouth was dry.
The Beast kept his eyes on mine before his attention gradually dropped down.
I raised my chin to maintain at least a little pride in this mad situation.
His eyes ran over my curves and took in my breasts, my flat stomach, the small tuft of hair over my sex, then down my long legs, and back up again.
A thick and impressive lump formed in the front of his pants. His eyes turned misty and heated. Then he slipped his shorts off and I saw him in all his glory.
His cock thumped on his abdomen when they came loose from the confinement of his shorts. He was thick his entire length and I wasn’t sure I could fit him inside me.
And what would happen then?
Would he get angry? Would he beat me for displeasing him? Would Lily? Would he force himself inside me whether I fit or not?
My breath quickened and my heart rate doubled.
He approached me, his attention on my body and not my face. He came within touching distance. He raised one hand and ran it over my stomach.
I forced myself not to recoil at his touch.
I didn’t want to make him angry. He regularly tore creatures ten times my size to pieces with his bare hands. I might as well be made of tissue paper.
His hands were rough, the muscles thick and strong. He squeezed my hips and ran his palms over my ass and squeezed me there too.
His cock pressed against my stomach, yearning and hungry after his victorious fight.
“You’ve never fucked until you fuck a monster,” Harper had said, her voice echoing through my mind.
I didn’t want to fuck a monster. I didn’t want to fuck anybody.
The Beast’s hands continued to flow over my skin, bringing goosebumps writhing across the surface like a tossed pebble in a pond. He cupped my breasts in his hands and rubbed my nipples, pinching them between his fingers.
His cock—impossibly—grew even longer and harder.
Then he raised one hand up my chest, rested it on my shoulder, and cupped the back of my neck. He ran a thumb along my jaw and cheek and looked into my eyes.
Despite myself, and I hated to admit this, but I felt tears clog up my nose and throat. I blinked them back and struggled to control my emotions.
I might act like no one could hurt or harm me, but the truth was, I was just a girl far from home, forced to pleasure any creature that looked my way.
And when the Beast’s eyes met mine, something changed in his expression. He blinked. It was like he’d turned a switch. His eyes lowered and he removed his hands from me.
He took a step back. He was still hard as a rock but he no longer pressed himself against me.
