The Beast: A Monster Romance (Monsters and Beauties Book 1) by Jenika Snow

Author:Jenika Snow [Snow, Jenika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jenika Snow
Published: 2022-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Seven

Belle

I felt like something had shifted in me after the washing encounter with the Beast.

It had only been a day since we shared that experience, but it had been all I was able to think about.

In my mind, I kept envisioning my hand sliding over his powerful, inhuman body. I even found myself throbbing between my thighs, had reached down and touched my soaking wet slit when I made my way back into my room last night.

Biting my lip as those memories crowded my mind, I remembered how good it had felt. But there had been something missing, and as I felt my orgasm claim me in the darkness, I knew what was missing.

The Beast should have been the one who was stroking me, who had brought me to climax.

I’d been wandering in the hallways, forcing myself not to seek him out because I was afraid of myself around him, terrified of how I was feeling.

Leaning against the wall, I rested my head back and closed my eyes as I thought about the vulgar, obscene things he said. I grew wet all over again as the images of the lewd things I witnessed played on repeat in my mind.

I opened my eyes and stared across the foyer, lifting a hand and touching the center of my throat, feeling my pulse beating rapidly.

I felt warm and wet and soft all over at the very thought of just submitting myself to the sexual whims of the Beast.

I wanted depravity. I wanted to see what it would be like—feel like—to just lie in the center of the Beast’s bed naked and spread out and let him have his filthy way with me.

“Oh, God, I’m losing my mind.”

“Miss Belle?”

The sound of my name being called had me pacing to the side and seeing a slender woman in livery attire standing at the entrance of the foyer, holding a letter in her hand.

“Mail for you, Miss.” She held it out to me and I smoothed my hands along my skirting, walking forward and taking the envelope. I gave her a thankful smile.

The young woman was gone before I could say anything else, and I glanced down at the envelope to see it was from my father.

My heart was racing as I tore into it with anxious fingers, unfolded the paper, and started reading the almost illegible text.

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