Page 1 of Rescued By the Beast
Prologue
Sandra
He is two steps away, taking off his shirt in one fluid motion. The garment falls to the floor, and I fight the urge to purr like a cat in heat.
Then he glances quickly in my direction, and I instinctively hold my breath, not revealing myself. His gaze, however, is casual, devoid of any hint of suspicion. He just continues, unzipping his jeans with an almost cruel calm.
My curiosity keeps me rooted to the spot, unable to look away. His every movement seems hypnotic. I watch him, devouring every detail like an irresistible feast.
It's just a body, I think, trying to convince myself.
A ridiculously sculpted body, but still, just a body.
He continues, letting his trousers slide down his muscular legs. When he steps out of them, leaving only his underwear on, I realise that I am officially facing the greatest test of self-control in my life.
And then he takes those off too.
Naked.
Completely naked.
Good heavens! Its size... Of course it would be proportional to the rest of his large, powerful body. But still, I'm breathless.
It'stoo muchto process.
He walks to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door, showing off a perfect, firm, round, muscular bum, as if it had been moulded by a sculptor's hands. A part of me, wild and eager, has a crazy urge to leave teeth marks there, but the other part — more rational, if I can call it that — reminds me that my life is at stake.
The water starts running, the sound of the shower filling the space, and before I know it, I'm moving silently towards the entrance. I peek from afar, lost between fascination and frustration.
If he knew the truth, I would be in danger.
In fact, I already am.
Of succumbing to a desire that pulses within me like a drum.
And the worst part?
I can't do anything about it.
I've been cursed.
If he knew that the cat he rescued is not, in fact, a simple cat.
That I am, in fact, a woman trapped in animal form.
He might never have brought me into his home. He certainly wouldn't have allowed me to nestle in his chest to sleep, much less reveal his most intimate confessions while his fingers slide through my fur, a gesture as innocent to him as it is devastating to me.
By the stars, if he finds out, I may not live another day to tell this story.
But here I am.
In the clutches of the Beast, a being as dangerous as he is irresistible.
Chapter 1
Sandra
The shrill ring of my mobile phone breaks the blessed silence, rousing me from a deep sleep with the subtlety of an apocalypse, as if it were an alarm announcing the end of time.
