Owning the Beast(5)
“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 f*cked.
CHAPTER 3 Annabella
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 f*cking 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 f*cking door, Annabella, or I’ll knock it the f*ck 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.