Page 43 of Twisted Hunger


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"Yes," he laughs and grabs my hand. "I will never put you in danger, Ryan."

Sighing heavily, I allow him to help me from the car. We walk hand in hand toward the cabin, but I pause when the door creaks loudly as he opens it. Even though I can see that the inside looks much safer than the outside, I still hesitate.

"Do you trust me, baby?" Beau asks softly.

I gaze into his green eyes, which seem to be pleading with me, and I nod. "Yeah, I do."

Relief floods his face, and I let him pull me inside.

The cabin is small and rustic. It's an open concept with only one other room…the bathroom. Surprisingly, it has electricity and running water. Beau says that he's just added the amenities to it recently. It shouldn't surprise me that he wouldn't want to have a place without running water. I know I wouldn't.

I run my hand over the wooden table, not a speck of dust. "How often do you come out here?"

Beau shrugs. "Two, sometimes three, times a week."

I glance back at him. "What do you do out here? I don't understand why you come out here when you have a huge mansion. I'm sure there is a quiet place you can find there."

"You don't understand what it's like having Bain Huntley as a father." He pauses. "I guess you will soon enough, though." His brow creases, and I go to him.

"Beau, it doesn't matter that our parents are getting married. It's not like we grew up together as stepsiblings." The words I speak are the truth.

"I know, but you don't know my dad…"

"But he knew about us, right? So, what does it matter?" I question, still confused.

"Yeah, he knew." Beau sneers, "And never said a fucking word to me. It's how he works. Until it officially affects him, anything I do will remain my business until it's not."

I'm trying to understand what he's saying, but I must be missing something. "I'm not following…"

Beau pulls me into his arms. "The moment my dad and your mom say, ‘I Do,’ he will forbid us to be together."

I gasp, "He wouldn't!"

The look Beau gives me speaks volumes, and I know his words are true. Bain can't seriously think he can keep us from one another, right? This is our life; we get to choose who we want to be with.

"Ryan, you haven't seen Bain Huntley, the Mogul. You've only seen Bain, the loving fiancé of your mother." He stares into my eyes. "Fuck, I can't lose you, Ryan…"

I can hear the emotion in his words. "Then don't."

"Let's not talk about it now. I just want it to be me and you. Leave everyone else outside that door. There will only ever be enough room in this little cabin for the two of us." His eyes wander down the length of my body. "You look beautiful, Ryan. You should wear dresses more often."

Scoffing, I unzip the graduation gown that he's still wearing, "You're lucky I'm wearing one now. I only wear them for important events."

"You wound me, baby." He shrugs out of the gown and watches as I start on the buttons of his dress shirt. "Every minute that we spend together should be an important event."

I grin. "Touché."

"All joking aside, Ryan. I want tonight to be special…I need it to be." He stops my hand when I reach the last few buttons and stares into my eyes intensely.

"I want that too, Beau," I say, and in a quick motion, I yank his shirt open, letting the last few buttons fly to the floor. "That's why I can't fucking wait to have you inside me."

"Fuck, baby…" Beau grips my hair, and his mouth is on me in a heartbeat.

He walks me backward until the back of my knees hit something. His other hand firmly grips my jaw as he pulls his lips away. "Beau…" I whimper.

"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours. I'm going to fuck you now, and Ryan… I'm going to fuck you raw." Beau sounds so hot as he takes control.

"Do it, Beau…"

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