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  “M-more, s'il vous plaît---” The woman threw her head back with a moan, a look of rapture falling on her beautiful face as her lover gave her the fast and furious pounding she needed. “Oui, oui!” She found herself clutching his rock-hard shoulders as his movements became more forceful, almost deliciously violent, and when he ripped her blouse away with his claws, she screamed, not out of fear, but of excitement.

  Ah, he really was such a beast when it came to sex.

  It was just too bad he was one, too, littéralement.

  Because if he weren’t one, then she wouldn’t have to---

  His claws moved yet again, distracting her with their movement, tiny razor-sharp slashes all dangerously close to her skin. But none of them hurt her – he never did hurt her, no matter how much she begged him.

  His slashing claws snipped her bra into pieces, and his palms caught her breasts as they sprang free. Aurélien’s mouth moved towards her breast, and she moaned again as she felt his fangs graze against her protruding nipples.

  Ah, he was really so, so good at this.

  “Mordez moi, mon amour.”

  But Aurélien ignored her request, only laving her nipple with his tongue. It was enough to have her body shudder, but she wanted more. Although she would never admit it to anyone, she wanted the animal in him making love to her.

  There was just nothing as exciting, nothing!

  And so her sharp nails clawed his back, and Aurélien’s nostrils flared at the scent of blood.

  Oui, ma mon amour. She looked into his too-human blue eyes, willing – daring – him to shed his civilized ways. She raked her nails over his back for the second time, and the scent of blood became stronger. “Aurélien,” she implored, “Aurélien, s'il vous plaît--- ”

  The younger man gave in with a growl, his fangs sinking just enough into the tender flesh of her breast to cause her the most excruciating mix of pain and pleasure---

  She gasped at the lurid beauty of it, but she knew it was not all he could do. “You know what I want---”

  A warning growl, but the sound only fed her arousal, and she worked harder to whittle down his resistance, rubbing her breasts against his chest, grinding her pussy down on his beastly cock---

  “Mordez moi.” Bite me.

  “Mordez moi!”

  She cried the words out over and over, no longer begging but demanding. “Mordez moi---aaaaaah!”

  Aurélien Savage was biting her, his fangs sinking deep into the soft flesh, and she laughed exultantly as she felt his control breaking apart.

  Yes, yes, make love to me like an animal!

  She let out a little scream when he suddenly lifted her off him, but a second later she was back on her feet, bent by the waist, and a shudder of excitement wracked her body when she realized what he was planning.

  Mon Dieu---

  And then he was ramming into her from behind, tearing her apart---

  Ah, how she loved it!

  Could this be what it felt like to be fucked by a stallion in a rut? Just the thought that it was so had Louise moaning, and she reached for her clit, rubbing furiously,

  So close, so close, so close –

  Behind her, Aurélien let out a growl.

  The raw and primal sound was her undoing, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm took over. They came at the same time, his big animal cock shooting out a huge load of cum into her pussy while her own creamy essence flowed out of her. Every powerful, ejaculating jerk of his cock had Louise’s big breasts swaying in the air, and every time he filled her, she would think dizzily that it would end---

  But it did not.

  He had the greatest fucking stamina, and by the time he pulled his still semi-erect cock out of her, Louise’s knees immediately gave way. Aurélien caught her immediately, asking in concern, “Tu vas bien?” Are you okay?

  And just like that, the sexual euphoria that left her mind in a pleasantly hazy state disappeared. Maybe other women would appreciate his kindness, but Louise did not. In fact, she found it downright boring and frankly unattractive - but because she needed him still, she masked her impatience with a smile, saying reassuringly, “Of course, mon amour. Why must you always ask that?” She meant the words to sound teasingly chiding, but instead they came out a little too brittle.

  Aurélien’s gaze narrowed.

  Merde! This was another thing she hated about him, too. He just saw too much, more so than any of her previous benefactors.

  “You’ve been very moody lately.”

  She nodded, knowing better than to deny his words. Only an idiot would think that a pile of lies could hide the truth, and she had not survived this long by being one.

  “Would you like to tell me the reason for it?”

  After a moment, she said softly, “When I’m ready.” She then lay on her side, turning her back on him deliberately, knowing that his fear of rejection and deep-rooted insecurities would keep the young billionaire heir from reaching out to her.

  And he didn’t.

  Closing her eyes, Louise pretended to sleep while she tirelessly went over her plans, fine-tuning the details and making sure every contingency was in place.

  Even back when he was still a fourteen-year-old kid and she had been meeting him for the first time as his tutor, Aurélien Sauvage had been too damn perceptive. He had known right away of her sexual fascination of him, and he had even been close to guessing just what attracted her to him. Thankfully, she was no one’s fool when it came to men. One look at her monstrously virile student, and she knew that he was nothing but an ordinary poor rich little boy under his inhuman façade. And poor rich little boys she had lots of experience handling. Over the years, she had been methodical, maybe even diabolical, as she slowly and gradually weaved her spell around him. Other people no doubt believed sex was her greatest weapon, but those people knew nothing. What she gave Aurélien and all the other boys before him was the illusion of her love.

  It was the most powerful thing on earth, and Louise understood this very well because there was no one she loved more than herself.

  On the other side of the bed, she felt Aurélien sit up and as she willed her breathing to return to normal, she heard the younger man say quietly, “I know you’re not asleep.”

  Merde.

  “I know you know.” Louise made sure her words were but a trembling whisper. “But I told you – I can’t make myself tell you anything yet.” She inhaled deeply, loudly, wanting to sound emotionally exhausted. “Just give me space, okay?”

  There was a moment of silence and then Aurélien said heavily, “As you wish.”

  She kept her eyes closed as she heard him get up and walk away.

  The door closed behind him, its sound like a symbolic and ominous ending to the chapter of her life that she had shared with the French heir.

  If she didn’t make a move soon, it would only be a matter of time before Aurélien put one and one together –

  Louise swallowed hard.

  She hated this feeling of terror building up inside of her, but she welcomed it all the same, knowing that fear would keep her on her toes.

  Bull, wolf, lion – Aurélien Sauvage literally had the blood of some of the world’s most dangerous predators running through his veins, and to forget that was suicide. She had watched videos of stupid prey that had underestimated their bigger and more powerful foes. They had ended up eaten or mangled to death, and Louise had no desire to share a similar fate.

  She would be stealthy and ruthless. She would strike him where and when he least expected it, and she would make absolutely sure Aurélien stood no chance against her, even if she had to destroy his soul in the process.

  The people of the island woke early to beautiful skies the next day. It was a good omen, the locals thought, especially as today was the feast of St. Marianne, the patron saint of outcasts and the woman their island was named after.

  Banners were hung on the walls, tables were set up, and the scent of freshly baked pastries and t
he rich aroma of stew began to filter out to the narrow cobblestoned streets between the locals’ small, charming cottages. There was lots of singing and dancing, peppered with laughter and the constant flow of chatter.

  But a piercing scream brought an end to all of these.

  Plates crashed to the ground, the dancing coming to a standstill as the musicians abruptly ceased playing their instruments. They looked at each other, unable to believe that what they had heard could be real. This island had been safe for the almost two decades it had been their home. That sound – one of pure terror – did not belong here.

  But then they heard it again.

  And this time, it came with a name.

  Aurélien!

  The adult men were the first to run. Dropping everything they were doing, they ran towards where the sun was coming from, hearts beating hard at what they would find. To save their young master was the topmost thought in their minds, but when they reached the main road, their footsteps halted and their faces turned white.

  They were too late.

  Blood was everywhere, pools of it, splatters of it - everywhere they looked there was blood, and the smell of it was so bad it began to make a few of them gag. The sheer amount of bloodshed was horrifying, but as the islanders moved farther down the road, they realized it was only the beginning.

  Dead bodies slowly came into view. Some of them were decapitated. Many were mangled. A few were slashed to pieces. One, two, five, seven…when the body count stopped at thirteen, some of the islanders crossed themselves while others involuntarily took a step back, distancing themselves from the carnage in hopes it would help them forget.

  But it would not.

  Back in the mansion, Louise was shaking and crying as she tried to tell the billionaire’s staff what had just gone down when the two of them had been on their way to the Sauvage family’s private beach.

  “S-so many,” she sobbed out. “They came…he told me to run…” And she had been so thankful Aurélien had done so because then it gave her the excuse to leave the murder scene.

  When the island’s head of security asked her urgently if she could give any other information about their assailants, Louise deliberately started to babble incoherently. She wanted it to appear that she was in a rush to tell them everything when in fact she had two million reasons to do the opposite.

  Outside the mansion, there was a sudden eruption of yelling, and Louise’s head snapped towards the door. What the---

  BAM!

  A powerful shove had the entrance doors flying off their hinges, followed by a furious blur of movement ---

  Oh my God, was that Aurélien loping towards her on all fours?

  A powerful gust of wind stung Louise’s eyes, forcing her to blink. When her gaze cleared, she found herself staring straight into a pair of glowing red eyes.

  Falling off the couch with a scream, Louise backed away, hysterical and terrified. He was alive! He was alive! How could he have survived?

  “Louise.” The way Aurélien growled her name heightened her terror – he knew! One of the men must have talked, and now he was going to kill Louise for betraying him.

  When he pounced towards her, she screamed again. “Stay away!”

  “Louise!”

  She shrank back and raised her arms in defense, knowing that one quick swipe of his claws could rip her head off.

  His large hands wrapped around her shoulders, and her survival instincts kicked in. “Let me go, let me go!” She struggled and thrashed wildly against his hold. If he thought she’d make it easy for him to kill her, he was in for a fucking surprise.

  “Louise, stop it---”

  “She’s in shock, monsieur.”

  “She seems to think you’re one of them.”

  “It’s all over, chérie. Do you hear me?” Aurélien shook his lover hard. “It’s over. They’re all dead.”

  Gradually, the French billionaire’s words penetrated her mind, and Louise’s screams died in her throat.

  When she stared up at him in dazed silence, Aurélien carefully released her shoulders while keeping his gaze on her. “Did you hear what I said, Louise?”

  “Y-you killed them all?” she whispered unevenly, and when Aurélien gave her a curt nod, Louise allowed her body to slump.

  “Louise!” His arms automatically went around her, and she leaned against the billionaire weakly.

  “Thank God you’re okay, Aurélien. I was so scared.” She closed her eyes as if the mere memory haunted her, but in truth Louise only wanted to veil her gaze from everyone’s stares. She had to play this right, the billionaire’s lover thought furiously. She had to make sure nothing could be traced back to her.

  His arms tightened around her as if to assure Louise of her safety, and she leaned closer, not hesitating to feed his protective instincts. Looking up at him, she swallowed hard before asking, “W-who were they? Why did they attack us?”

  Aurélien’s face hardened. “The same zealots who killed my father. They wore the brand of The Naturalis on their chests like it was something to be goddamn proud of.”

  “Oh God.” Pulling away, she cupped his face and looked up at him worriedly. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” Aurélien slowly disentangled himself from her.

  Her heart thudded against her chest. “D-Darling?” What if he had only been leading her on? What if he knew? What if he was still going to kill---

  “We have to talk.”

  Her hands flew to her throat.

  Without taking his gaze away from her, Aurélien said to his staff, “Leave us.”

  “Oui, monsieur.”

  In a blink of an eye, Louise found herself alone with the billionaire---

  And the beast, she thought with a gulp.

  She must not forget that for all his billions, Aurélien Sauvage was a beast, and all that blood on his body was proof of it.

  “Louise---”

  This time, when she started to babble, she wasn’t pretending. “I’m sorry I ran. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I was just terrified. And when you told me to run, I did because I wanted to call for help---”

  Aurélien shook his head.

  “Please listen to me---”

  “Louise.” His tone was soft but commanding, and Louise had no choice but to fall silent.

  “You did nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologize for.” Aurélien’s lips pressed together in a tight line for one moment. “I’m the one who must say sorry. You were hurt because of me---”

  And Louise slowly started to understand.

  “I’d never forgive myself if that ever happened again.”

  Louise bowed her head.

  “That’s why---” Aurélien’s chest heaved. “I need to send you away. So many people have already died because of me, and I don’t want to risk you being next.”

  And Louise started to cry.

  “I’m sorry,” the billionaire rasped. “I’ll make sure you’ll be taken care of for the rest of your life.”

  And the tears continued to fall, but only Louise alone knew that her tears were of joy and not of sadness.

  “You will not want for anything---”

  “It’s not the same,” Louise choked out. And it was not. Because this – what he was offering – this was so much better.

  The fading sound of his private chopper flying away made Aurélien Sauvage turn away from the windows. Crossing the dining hall, he settled on one of the bar stools and reached for the brandy decanter. He poured himself a glass, and the viciously strong liquid blazed a trail of fire down his throat as he drank everything in one go. It should have hurt, but he found himself immune to its heat.

  Or maybe he was already hurting too much for the pain to make any difference.

  Louise was gone.

  He had sent her away for good, and when she had started to cry while packing her things, Aurélien had simply walked out on her. He had to, lest the devastating sound of her sobs changed his mind.

  Outs
ide the house, the rumbling sound from the chopper had faded completely into silence, and he inhaled heavily. It was better this way, Aurélien told himself. She might be gone from him forever, but at least she would be safe.

  Pulling his mobile phone out, he made a call to his lawyers in their New York office, instructing them to provide a generous monthly stipend to Louise. After, he settled his elbows back down on the bar and took a deep breath.

  He was alone.

  Again.

  Impotent rage engulfed him, and before he knew it, an anguished roar had already escaped him, the terrifying sound causing the walls to shake even as it reverberated throughout the island.

  He wanted – needed – to release this rage inside of him.

  He needed to rip something apart.

  And so he did.

  He ripped through the walls with his claws, broke every piece of furniture, he destroyed everything in his way –

  “Monsieur, please stop!”

  And he almost, almost killed Mr. Temps if not for his senses returning in time, and Aurélien whitened when he saw that he was holding the older man up by the neck, the butler’s legs dangling in the air.

  Mon Dieu!

  His fingers loosened its hold immediately, and the rest of his staff rushed to help as the older man fell to the floor.

  “Pardonne-moi,” he said sickly. Forgive me.

  He looked at the faces of his people one by one, and he couldn’t understand why they weren’t furious with him. Didn’t they understand what had just happened? Couldn’t they see ---

  When the young master started backing away with a look of growing horror on his face, Mr. Temps knew right away what the boy was thinking, and he shook the other people’s hold on him and stepped forward. “No, monsieur, do not blame yourself for this. You, too, were in shock. “

  But the young heir only stared at him with unseeing blue eyes.

  “Monsieur---”

  But it was too late.

  In a blink of an eye, the master was gone, leaping out of the second-floor window. Its glass panes exploded into pieces, causing some of the staff to scream as they ducked their heads and covered their faces.