Page 92 of Ruthless Beasts

“If you show up on my property again, I’ll kill you. Look at my men. I’ll kill you. Breathe the same air as my wife, and we’ll allslay you. I have no compassion and no morals. Your life means nothing to me.”

“Now that’s not any way to treat a guest at your establishment,” he cooed as if I didn’t just confirm that I would kill him.

“You’re not a guest. You’re not welcome,” I growled. “It’s time you leave.”

I snapped my fingers, and my security stepped forward, closing in from all angles of the ballroom. Before they reached us, he stated, “I’d keep an eye on that pretty little wife of yours. I’d hate for her to get in the wrong hands.”

“Not fucking happening.”

“We’ll see.” He held up his palms as one of my men reached for him. “No need for an escort, boys; I’m leaving.”

He turned his back on me right as Mercer joined my side. I turned to my guard, a young guy by the name of Blaine. “Follow him.”

Then we watched until he was out of the door before Mercer said, “We need to find Bellamy.”

And we followed the tracking on Ace’s phone, down the hallway, into the elevator, and onto our private floor, right into the office where we knew our girl would be waiting.

Beautiful.

That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I walked into our office suites to find Ace on his knees for her.

So fucking beautiful watching her come undone for him. So fucking raw watching her cling to the glass. Her body splayed against it for all to see. So fucking mesmerizing watching her consumed by bliss.

Could this be considered art? Because I’d never seen anything I’d wanted to stare at every day for the rest of my life until now. It was exquisite.

I stalked forward, my eyes set on Belle as her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. I needed her, wanted her, couldn’t stand to not touch her, especially after the threats that were issued by fucking Accardo downstairs. I had to have her, but not here. Not with so much weight of expectations stifling us, and threats to her, to us, around the corner.

I leaned down, burying my fingers in her hair, and tilted her face toward mine. “I want to fuck you against the desk,” I admitted. “Bend you over it and watch my cock disappear between your thighs as I pound into you.”

“Do it,” she gasped, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Little Belle, one day. But right now, I want you home. Away from the people, away from the madness downstairs, so I can take you properly.”

Mercer stepped forward, scooping her out of Ace’s arms and flinging her over his shoulder, careful not to press against her stomach. "So we can take you properly,” he promised, before turning his head and biting her ass.

She squealed and wiggled, only earning her a slap on her ass before Mercer carried her toward the private elevator. I turned to Ace, who stood leaning against the window. His palm was flat against the glass as he looked down in a daze. “You good?”

“So fucking good.” He grinned.

She had that effect on us, I supposed. It was something about her taste. It was fucking intoxicating. It made my knees weak and my mind blur. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t really want to.

“Are you coming?” I asked, already walking toward the elevator.

He jogged to catch up. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

The car ride home was torture. Pure, painful torture. All I wanted to do was touch her, but I knew if I laid a single fingeragainst her skin, I’d lose all control, and we couldn’t afford for me to lose control now. So instead, I drove. Listening the sweet sounds of Ace and Mercer teasing her until she was mindless with the desire to be fucked by us, begging and pleading for what she wanted.

We wouldn’t let her cum. Not here in the car, when we knew that prolonging her desire was going to be so much sweeter laying on our bed, crushed between our bodies. We hadn’t planned it that way, but we all knew that in the end, it was where we would all end up. Maybe it had always been our life's destination. The three of us against the world, and now… the three of us against one tiny female we could call ours.

The drive did not end soon enough, at least not for me. Not when my cock was pressed tight against my zipper, begging for a release. I don’t even remember turning off the engine. The only thing I remember was scooping my wife out of Ace’s arms and practically running up the steps with her cradled against my chest.

She was laughing, and it was music to my ears, a balm for my soul… bliss. I wished I could bottle the sound and listen to it at will. Capture it, treasure it, because I knew just how fragile time was. Knew that there would be a time she wouldn’t be able to laugh in the moments I craved to hear it most.

The door slammed behind me, but I didn’t falter on the way to our bedroom. I wished the suite upstairs was complete, wished I had paid more to get it done faster so that we could have all piled together for the rest of our days. But for tonight, my bed would do.

I placed her down on the bed and leaned into her, capturing her lips, toying with her tongue in a slow dance that made her whimper and writhe against me. I broke the kiss. “How was it, baby? How did you like having Ace on his knees before you?”

She didn’t answer. Her hips bucked against mine as she silently begged for what she wanted. We’d give it to her, give her anything she’d ever ask for. But fuck, I needed to hear the words, needed to know that she was going just as wild as she was making us.

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