Page 52 of Beast

“But before they get here, we’re gonna need to get you out of those clothes,” I say, walking to the bed.

Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?”

“Housekeeping are wicked gossips. They feed the castle grapevine. People are already curious about you. Now that you’ve spent the night in my room they will want to know more. They’ll think we’ve been fucking like crazy, and we want them to. But if one of the girls comes in and you’re still wearing theclothes from last night then someone’s gonna add one plus one and come up with five.”

“So you want me to take my clothes off?”

“Out of necessity.”

She huffs out a breath and reluctantly starts to remove her T-shirt. “You know, a bit of privacy would be nice,” she says.

“Like the privacy you gave me when I walked in from the shower last night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You couldn’t drag your eyes off me.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “That is not true.”

“It’s fine by me, little one.” I let some heat into my voice. “I like you watching.”

The sudden shift in temperature makes her uncomfortable and she struggles to swallow.

I shouldn’t like it. But I do. The way she doesn’t know where to look. How she licks her lips nervously.

Goddamn, I want to ruin those lips until they’re raw.

She clears her throat. “A gentleman would look away.”

Our eyes meet. “I’m no gentleman.”

She lifts her chin. “No, I can see that.”

For a moment we stare at each other. Then a darkness sweeps through her expression and I see the determination shining in her eyes. A determination to make this hard on me.

She sharpens her gaze on me. “Fine.”

She pulls the T-shirt over her head, her eyes coming back to me as she undoes her bra and lets it slide off, leaving her beautiful breasts naked and exposed.

Goddamn me to hell.

Her breasts are fucking perfect.

Creamy and smooth. With soft pink nipples just aching to be sucked and licked.

My cock hardens despite me making myself come only minutes ago.

She lifts an eyebrow. “Okay, enough with the perving, you better get over here and make this look authentic.”

Seeing Belle’s beautiful tits was not on my bingo card today, and my lips ache to taste those delectable nipples and feel them harden to tight peaks in my mouth.

Fuck.

This is going to be fucking torture.

At least she’s being more agreeable and not fighting me for once.

Clearing my throat, I slide into the bed beside her and sit up against the pillows, pulling the covers over my jeans so it looks like I’m naked in bed.

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