Seven Kisses: A Beauty and the Beast Dark Romance Read Online Free

pleasure in the sensation.  Her body was so confounded she had trouble pinpointing where the sensation came from. When she realized the pulse originated between her legs, her cheeks bristled with embarrassment.
    What was she so embarrassed about?  It’s not like there was anybody else in the room.  Wait, was there?  She couldn’t turn her head. 
    “Is anybody in here?”
    Where was here , anyway?
    “Where am I?”
    Her words sounded far away, and gurgled, too.  Her voice was not her own.  It was a drugged voice, a slow voice, someone she wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.
    “Somebody help me, please.  Somebody take off these straps.”
    Gabrielle couldn’t deny the sensation that had overtaken her.  She was aroused.  Sexually aroused.  Extremely sexually aroused. Her parts feel swollen, pulpy, wet. 
    Oh god, why was she naked?  What had Madame de Villeneuve’s henchmen done to her in her sleep?  Did they have their wicked way with her?  No, she’d know if they’d molested her in a drug-induced stupor.
    Wouldn’t she?
    The doorknob turned and Gabrielle’s heart jumped into her throat, pounding there, choking her.  She tried to scream but nothing came out.
    A dark line appeared before her, like the wall itself was opening up, the gates of hell unleashed behind it. But of course the wall was opening.  It was a door. Duh . Why couldn’t her brain compute such things? Why was she so hazy and confused… and pounding and pulsing and filled to the brim with rampant desire?
    Gabrielle struggled against her bindings, but it was no use.  Her muscles had gone inexplicably slack. Her brain was telling her to run, jump, get the hell outta there, and all her limbs heard was, “Time to relax on a sunny beach!”
    When a tall form entered the room, Gabrielle would have given anything to conceal her naked body.
    “Hello, Suzanne.”
    Madame de Villeneuve’s face came only partially into view. Her dark hair was folded into a bun and her austere outfit faded into a strange fog.  All Gabrielle could see with any certainty was the arch of her nose and the beauty mark just above her lip. Who was this witch?
    “Why have you done this to me?” Gabrielle tried to ask.
    Not a word left her lips.  She was perfectly conscious, but she could exercise no control over her voice or her muscles.
    “If you are concerned about how you ended up naked on a gurney, I can assure you my men were supervised at all times. They are professionals, my dear. They would never take liberties.”
    Why am I naked?  
    “I can appreciate how alarming it must be to wake up nude and unable to move, but I assure you this is necessary for the first portion of your therapy.  My darling Suzanne, I will tell you right now: this week will not be easy.”
    Gabrielle whimpered, and that one small sound caused Madame to cock her head and stare.  Maybe it would be best to remain totally silent.  If not, she ran the risk of being drugged even more.
    “To begin, I must help you de-internalize your desires.”
    Gabrielle felt like she was shaking.  Was she shaking?  She couldn’t tell.
    “We will begin by attributing your uncontrollable urges to a force outside yourself.  Your desire is no longer inside you, Suzanne. Your desire is an external entity.  Your desire is… a beast .”
    Mme de Villeneuve tugged the chain she wore like a bracelet around her wrist, and a second form lumbered into the doorway.  Madame tugged the chain again, and the creature on the leash passed through the gates of hell, joining them inside the small white chamber.
    What was he?  It ?  This creature ?
    Gabrielle blinked rapidly, trying to clear the schmutz from her eyes.  What she was seeing now… it couldn’t possibly be real.
    I’m going to die in here. Die, and be buried in that sculpture garden out back .
    The thing that stood between her legs couldn’t possibly be human.  His head certainly wasn’t.  His chest looked more like a man, though: