Page 108 of Ruthless Beasts

My hand traveled up her back, running along her spine before tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her back. My breath was hot on her skin as I spoke against her ear. "You were waiting for me tonight, weren't you, doll? Your cunt is dripping wet; you're fucking soaking."

"Yes," she whispered, and I pulled out, before roughly pushing back in. "Fuck, yes."

I knew her body like my own, knew what made her eyes roll back from pleasure and what made this girl scream. Her screaming was my only goal, the only thing in life that made me feel accomplished. I pumped into her body, squeezing her tits and talking dirty words and phrases into her ear, forcing her to surrender to our lust.

So fucking beautiful.

You like my cock inside you, don't you?

Say my fucking name.

It makes you so hot when I take you from behind, doesn't it?

Fuck, you're so damn tight, so fucking perfect.

Her fingers flexed against the marble, scraping against the stone, trying to find something to hold on to, trying to ease the pleasure that was building inside of her. But it was too late. The only thing that would ever satisfy her now was a release, and I wanted to take every moment of it, every ounce of her cum as it dripped down our thighs, and claim it as my own.

I wanted to own her.

I did fucking own her.

A fact she reminded me of as she begged me, whimpering my name, as she pleaded for God. There was no room for God here. Not in this space where all that existed was my skin sliding against hers and her silky heat wrapped around my cock.

I pulled her body up, pinning her hips against the counter as her back plastered against my chest. Our clothes were sticky, clinging to our bodies as our sweat soaked the material, and the texture only added to the appeal. Only reminded me of just how sensitive every nerve in my body was when my attention was focused on her. My body buzzed, the need to release becoming overwhelming. I wasn't sure what brought on this moment, what inside of me had made me snap to the point that I couldn't even get her to bed, but I couldn't control myself. I didn't want to.

Maybe I was broken. Maybe staring down the barrel of a gun and pretending like I didn't care about my life's outcome really did fuck with my head. Was it too soon to admit I was scared? Was it a weakness to confess my fears of the life I'd not yet lived? Could I tell her that in that moment, when I wondered if I'd die, all I could think about was her?

My arm wrapped around her stomach, clinging to the child I was so thankful I'd get to meet. My other arm snaked upward, my forearm resting between her breasts as my fingers latched onto her throat. Her head tilted back, her back curved, and with her ass pushing toward me, I couldn't help but pick up the pace.

I was rough. She fucking loved it. And when I couldn't control the lust any longer, when my spine tingled and my thighs tightened, my hand around her throat squeezed as my teeth sank into her shoulder, biting into the tender flesh. Her pussy clamped down on my cock hard as she took a gasp of air before her eyes rolled back and pleasure consumed her. Three more pumps and I was coming, spilling inside her cunt as every word of praise known to man fell from my lips.

It wasn't until her body was limp and my chest stopped heaving that I sank to the floor in the kitchen and pulled her into my lap. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she snuggled against me. God, she was so fucking beautiful. I couldn't say it enough. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And for the briefest of moments today, I thought maybe I would lose her right along with my life.

I fucking can't.

Never again would I be so careless.

I closed my eyes and inhaled. "Belle, baby?"

"Hmm?" Her hum vibrated against my shoulder.

"I think you burned your cookies."

She cursed and jumped up as I smacked that ass I loved so much, and twenty minutes later, I had my girl soaking in the bathtub, her luscious body between my thighs as we ate fresh-baked cookies, and I pretended like the worst of this night never fucking happened.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

ADAM

The fire blazed in front of us, and even as I lit it, I knew for sure that this was going to have a shit ton of consequences. I should have stopped then, should have turned and walked away. But I didn't. I wanted to see his world burn like my world had. I wanted the things he cared about the most taken from him. I wanted his pain to match my own.

How did he feel when we took his son?

Would he fall to his knees at his brother's feet? Wear his blood like my wife's had covered my skin?

It was reckless, I'd admit.

But I wouldn't make the same mistakes that I had made in the past. I wouldn't risk Belle. Not when she had Mercer, Ace, and me protecting her. She was safe.

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