Owning the Beast (2 page)

“Oh God!”

That did the trick. Her orgasm seized through her body, and
she tightened her thighs, pushing her pussy further onto my mouth as she let
out a loud moan while tugging on my hair as she grinded out her pleasure
against me.

Leaving her sticky-sweet honey covering my face, I slid up
her sinful body, prepared and ready to fuck the life out of her. The urge to
kiss her was there but I knew it was a line I couldn’t cross. The girls from
the agency have a strict “no lips to the face” rule, which I had to abide by.
Instead, I lowered my body on top of Annabella’s, using my forearms to support
most of my weight before leaning down to nip at her ear. I was consumed with
the need to sink into her silky warmth as soon as possible, but I also craved
the intimacy, the closeness. I wanted more. I could feel the energy pulsing
between us like a beat of a drum. Reaching down, I nudged my cock against her
entrance.

“Be sure and shout Griffin next time, baby. As a matter of
fact...feel free to scream it.”

With that said, I slammed into her with every bit of
strength I could muster up in me. In a split second, I was buried balls-deep in
her tight warmth and I realized two things at once.

One: She was a virgin.

Two: I am so fucked.

Any lingering pleasure from my orgasm was wiped away the
moment Mr. Stone rips through my flesh, forcing all eight inches of him into
me, filling me to the brim. Unable to control myself, I leaned forward and bit
down onto the flesh between his collarbone and neck while screaming out his
name in pain.

“Fuck!” he grunted. “I’m going to owe you one.”

I bit down harder at his words, not knowing what he meant,
causing him to let out a louder grunt. I could taste a hint of coppery blood on
my tongue and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. He stiffened against me,
drawing his hips back to thrust into me twice before coating my walls with his
warm seed. Releasing his neck from between my teeth, I let my head dropped back
down onto the bed, trying to come to terms with how all of this happened so
quickly. Griffin’s body went completely lax, pushing me further into the bed.
He was making it hard for me to breathe and I shifted around, trying to get out
from under him. He tensed.

“Trying to get away from me already?”

I felt his cock growing hard once again inside me, causing a
jolt of fear to shoot through my body. The throbbing ache between my legs had
lessened but I didn’t think I could go for a second round.

“Please, Mr. Stone,” I pleaded.

“A fucking virgin. They sent me a goddamn angel virgin!” he
cursed as he slid his semi-hard cock out of me, causing my inner walls clench
at the loss of his big, hot girth. I needed space. Bringing my hands to his
chest, I pushed as hard as I could, catching him off guard and he half fell off
the bed. Taking that moment to put some distance between us, I moved off in the
opposite direction, using the giant bed as a barrier between us.

“Fuck you, Mr. Stone! You very well knew that I was a
virgin; you even paid extra for that privilege. How dare you treat me like
this?”

“Like what? Like a common whore? Isn’t that what you are?
Don’t pretend that a perfect woman like you would willingly be with a man who
looks like me unless she was getting paid for it,” he gritted out between
clenched teeth.

Taking a step forward as if about to move around the side of
the bed, I mimicked Griffin’s movement to keep the distance between his anger
and I. I could feel his cum slowly trickling down my thighs. Was this how he
truly saw the mail order bride deal? That I was just a whore for him to use and
enjoy? And to top it all off, it seemed like my looks just pisses him off.

Darting my eyes around the room, I scanned for an escape
route. I needed more space. Spying a bathroom to my left, I got ready to bolt.
Pulling my eyes back to Griffin, I met his gaze and what I saw in his eyes
cooled off some of my anger. While his words and actions were that of anger,
his eyes told a whole different story. All I could see in his bright emerald
eyes was pain. Pain was an easy emotion for me to spot; maybe it was because I
saw it in Father’s eyes every day after Mother had passed away.

While I could still feel anger simmering inside me, I didn’t
want to make any decisions right now. I could take Logan up on his offer to
grab my things and return to the city or maybe I could even get the agency to
help find me another husband. But the flash of pain in Griffin’s eyes and his
gruesome scars told me that there was more to this man than meets the eye, and
for some unknown reason, I wanted to know what it was that he was so
desperately hiding.

Uncaring of my nudity, I placed my hands on my hips, trying
to make myself seemed more confident than how I actually felt. “I think it’ll
be best if you sleep in another room tonight, Mr. Stone. Maybe even the
backyard. Do you have a doghouse back there? It seems fitting. If you’re going
to act like a beast, then maybe you should sleep like one too.”

“I’ll show you a beast.” He growled seconds before he lunged
over the bed, making a grab for me. I was faster though, and I made it to the
bathroom first. Slamming the door shut, I clicked the lock in place just before
Griffin started banging on it, causing the frame to rattle.

“Open the fucking door, Annabella, or I’ll knock it the fuck
down,” he yelled, giving the door, what I believed to be, another hard punch.

It was all so overwhelming, I felt suffocated. A sob escaped
my lips and with that, the dam broke. The facade of my confidence had now
completely disappeared. God, I didn’t want him to hear me break down. I didn’t
want him to know that he had gotten to me. It felt like every suppressed
emotion from over the past few weeks were rushing out all at once and I
crumbled under the pressure. Sinking to the cold bathroom floor, I tried to
muffle my sobs with my hands, which instead caused me to sob even harder.
Griffin was trying to say something to me through the door, his voice now soft
and soothing, but I couldn’t hear anything over my hitching breaths. I cried
for all that I had lost, for the decisions I had to make, and most importantly,
I cried because I had no one. No one to hold or comfort me while I cried.

Alone once again.

~ ~ ~ ~

Stirring, I slid my palm across the silky bed sheet,
shifting slightly on the softest bed I had ever slept on. I had never felt this
free or light in forever. I didn’t think I’d ever slept this well or deep
before, I don’t really remember. Opening my eyes, memories from the day before
came flashing into my mind, along with the throbbing pain between my legs. I
didn’t recall leaving the bathroom last night. Someone must have carried me
back out to the bed.

Stumbling to the bathroom on wobbly legs, the throb between
my legs decided to make itself more known. Looking down between my thighs, I
could see the evidence of our coupling. No, the evidence of our fucking. I was
fucked last night, and he even called me a whore a couple of times to remind
me. Drawing a bath, I sank into the hot, soothing water, washing and scrubbing
away at the blood and semen that was left on my body. This man confused me. One
second, he was calling me a whore and the next, an angel. One thing was clear
though, there was a lot more to Griffin than meets the eye and I had this
overwhelming need to figure him out.

I want this to work
. I came to America to get
married, make a family, have a husband, and maybe children as well. Could I
tame this beast? If I could give him what he needs, then maybe he could give me
what I need as well. He has to be lonely too. Why else would he use the agency?
Some of the things he said to me last night made me believe that he found
himself unlovable, undesirable. I was not ignorant of my own beauty but I never
found it to be important.  It could be, that with a soft hand and kindness, I
could draw this man out. The man that was surely hidden beneath the beast.  All
I needed was a plan.

Finishing up my bath, I found my clothes from the night
before laid out on the couch in the bedroom. They seemed to have been cleaned
and pressed to pristine condition, including my underwear. Dressing quickly, I
headed downstairs in search of the kitchen. I marveled at the architecture of
the mansion. It would probably take me all day to explore every single nook and
cranny. Wandering down the hallway, I finally came across the kitchen. I’m not
even sure if that was what it should be called. It was so huge that you could
probably cook for a crowd of fifty in here.

Opening up the fridge and taking a peek inside, it seemed
like they really might be cooking for fifty. It was overflowing with food.
Pulling out some eggs and bacon, I started breakfast. I’ve been cooking for my
father for so many years that it came as second nature to me. Nothing took me
away from my problems like cooking did. Making up two plates, I set them on the
breakfast bar in hopes that Griffin would join me. If this man was going to be
my husband, I had to try and get to know him better. No sooner had I taken my
first bite did he come strolling into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“Looks like you made yourself right at home,” he clipped,
moving to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.

“Morning to you too, Mr. Stone. Would you be joining me for
breakfast? I made you a plate,” I chirped in my sweetest voice. Maybe some of
my sweetness would rub off on him.

“I do not eat breakfast. Would you like me to call Logan for
you?”

I was not sure what he meant by that. Call Logan to take me
away or call Logan to have breakfast? His pinched look and clenched jaw wasn’t
much help either.

“If you wish.” I flashed him a smile. “I’ll also take a cup
of that coffee while you’re at it. Two sugars, no cream, please.” Before he
could retort, I said a quick thank you before dropping my eyes back down to my
plate. A thrill of excitement ran up my spine when I heard him start on my
coffee, but it died quickly when he went ahead and called Logan up to the
mansion after placing my coffee in front of me.

Logan came strolling into the kitchen two minutes later.
Logan’s a handsome man; I might even call him pretty. He was exactly how I
pictured a typical American man to be; blond wavy hair, bright cerulean eyes,
and completely relaxed. I couldn’t help but compare the two men standing in the
kitchen. While Logan was a few inches shorter than Griffin, he was much leaner
and toned.  Griffin was broad and all consuming. There was no missing his dark,
commanding aura when he was in the room. He’s the first man I’d ever been with,
but when he loomed over my body last night, I felt like a caged animal that
couldn’t escape him. I might have been terrified but I’d never felt more alive.
Flashes of last night brought a blush onto my face and I wondered if anyone
noticed. Looking back and forth between the two men, I found them staring at
me. Logan smiled while Griffin scowled even harder, which I didn’t think was
possible.

Breaking the silence I asked, “Does everyone come running
when Mr. Stone calls?”

“Generally so. What is that wonderful smell?” Logan smirked.

“I made breakfast. Feel free to sit next to me, you can have
this plate if you like. You can keep me company while I eat. Mr. Stone isn’t
much of a conversationalist.”

Griffin slammed his coffee cup down on the table and I
snapped head up to look at him. I was stunned to see the shattered remains of
the cup. “Anna, stop with the goddamn Mr. Stone shit, and no, Logan will not be
sitting next to you eating my goddamn breakfast.”

Rolling my eyes, I caught Logan smothering his laughter and
I couldn’t resist prodding the beast once more. “But I thought you don’t eat
breakfast, Griffin? There’s no need to let it go to waste. You don’t like to
share?”

Stomping over to the breakfast bar, Griffin plopped down
onto the chair next to me and began shoveling food into his mouth, cleaning his
plate in record time. I’m amazed he didn’t choke. Pretending to take a sip of
my coffee, I hid my grin behind the cup.

“There. Are you happy now, woman? I ate your fucking
breakfast.” I was actually quite happy but I think I’ll keep that tidbit to
myself.  Griffin didn’t seem to like that I was giving Logan my attention and
it warmed my stomach. I couldn’t help but crave more of his possessiveness, and
so I tried again.

“Well, it looks like you enjoyed it, with how fast you ate.
Logan, can I whip up something for—”

Turning in his chair to face me, Griffin interrupted my
question. “Logan has work. That’s what I pay him to do. And when I pay for
something, I expect those people to do their jobs.”

“On that note, Boss, I’ll be out back if you need me,” Logan
said, half running from the room.

I could see that we were back to that whore thing again.
Maybe I had pushed him too far, or maybe I should push him even harder. I
thought back to my conversation with the girls at the agency; they had told me
about the things men like, and how sex usually turns them into docile little
kittens. Well, he had sex last night and he doesn’t seem all that docile.

“Isn’t sex supposed to make a man happy? Did you not get
what you wanted last night? Did you not get your fill?” I questioned, trying to
bait him a little more. A thrill of excitement rushed through me every time I
gave him a tiny jab.  Rising from my chair, I leaned over his shoulder,
grabbing his plate while giving him a nice look down the front of my dress. If
it’s a whore he wants, then it’s a whore he’ll get.

Walking to the other side of the breakfast bar, I placed the
dirty dishes in the sink. I felt the warmth of Griffin’s body as he stalked up
to stand behind me, pressing into my back and pushing me up against the
counter. I could feel his hard-on nudging against my ass through our clothes
and my body began to respond to his close proximity.

Brushing my hair off my right shoulder, he brought his lips
close to my ear, whispering, “I think it’s clear after last night that you can’t
handle me, sweet Bella. If I were you, I wouldn’t bait me. Or is that what you’re
trying to do?”

Leaning in, he licked and nipped at the shell of my ear,
causing me to shiver in delight.

“Maybe I should flip your dress up, rip your underwear off,
and get my fill.”

While his words were crude, they seemed to shoot straight to
my clit. When I had first arrived at the mansion last night, Griffin’s harsh
commands had terrified me yet turned me on at the same time. There was just
something about his rough and dominating demeanor that gets my body heated up and
my pussy creaming. I like it yet I hate it. But I wanted to play with the
beast. I want to feel alive again.

Slowly turning around in his arms, I craned my neck up to
gaze into his captivating eyes. I hadn’t really noticed how tall he was until
this moment. He had to be at least 6’3 or maybe 6’4, giving him almost a whole
foot on my 5’2 stature. Griffin quickly turned his face to the side the moment
our gaze met, showing me the unscarred side. My heart clenched in pain for what
he’d been through.