Less than a month had passed since her arrival at the house, so it seemed unlikely. ass porn Rose finished eating before The Beast and sat uncomfortably for a minute or two before asking: “May I be excused?”
The Beast flashed her a look of annoyance and then huffed out a breath of resignation. When had she begun to think of him like this? She would not rouse his anger, nor pressure him to treat her romantically. More than that, she enjoyed dong as she was told. Now he stood behind her chair, speaking only to correct her mistakes. She wanted him to desire her, to take possession of her. It was her spirit that had died. The Beast had moved the sturdy trunk he used as a seat away from the head of the table. He commanded and assumed she would obey. Since then he had often frightened her, but when she thought of him it was his moments of kindness that first came to mind — not his eagerness to lavish his fading wealth on her, but his thoughtless sincerity.
