Page 20 of Beautiful Beasts

I am asking her to trust me, so I need to do the same with her and share my thoughts, even if I am afraid. And I am fucking terrified. I am worried that it will scare her away once she gets to know all of me. But I have seen it in her eyes; she craves my darkness. She has the same darkness inside her.

I inhale deeply as I push open the door and walk into the bathroom. Bella is resting her hands against the shower wall underneath the metal bar that runs across the top of the shower. I smile as I walk into the shower behind her, pressing my chest against her back. She lifts her head as I reach around and grab her wrists, lifting them up as I slide the cuffs over the bar and lock them around her wrists. They’re not too tight, but she will feel the sting if she pulls too hard.

I lean in, my hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks as I whisper in her ear. “Hey, Sweetheart.”

“Hey back,” she whispers in a low, dark voice.

I know she is scared, but she knows I would never hurt her, not in the way the others have. “Tell me you need me, Bella. Tell me you want me to replace them,” I demand and ask of her.

I will always need her permission before doing what I want to do with her. I fucking crave it because I need and want her to submit. But only if she wants to. I would stop without a second thought if she said no right now. This is about confessing my love to her, not to remind her why she can’t fucking trust anyone.

“I need you,” she moans as she grinds her ass against my throbbing cock.

“And?” I demand.

“Please replace them, Dante,” she whispers with need and desire.

I press my face into her neck and suck on her pulse point, leaving my mark for all to see. While I am sucking and kissing her neck, I pull her ass back and slide my leg between hers, spreading them apart for me. This position might cause some discomfort and pain in her outstretched arms and cuffed wrists, but this is the start of showing her just how different I am from what she is used to.

I slide my finger through her folds; fuck, she is soaked for me. As much as I want to sink my cock inside her, I need to fucking taste her and make her come on my tongue.

“I’m going to eat your fucking pussy, and you’re going to be my good fucking girl, and come on my face,” I growl into her ear. “I won’t sink my cock into your throbbing cunt until you do.”

She moans as I drop to my knees behind her and spread her ass, licking from her clit to her tight hole. I haven’t taken her ass yet, but I will continue to claim all of her until I have erased all those before me. Groaning, I run my tongue through her wet folds. She gasps softly as she presses her ass against my face while I thrust my tongue into her tight pussy and circle her clit with my finger. I slide my finger back and run my finger through her arousal before sinking it into her pussy.

The sounds she makes spur me on, and I pump in and out of her slowly and run my tongue around her back hole. After a few thrusts, I add a second and then a third finger, spreading her tight pussy. I fuck her tight hole and circle her clit with my fingers while I lick and press my tongue against her ass. Alternating between my fingers and my tongue, I draw her pleasure out of her, lapping up everything that her pussy is giving me.

She grinds against my face and fingers, taking what she needs. Her thighs begin to shake as her pussy wraps tightly around my fingers, and I know she is close. Her breathing has turned into sharp pants and soft moans. I increase my pace thrusting into her pussy, and when I press my tongue past the tight ring of her ass, her body clamps down around my fingers. Her whole body shakes, and she screams out my name as she comes undone. I slowly fuck her until she starts to come down from her orgasm. Nipping her ass, I slowly pull my fingers from her tight core and stand up. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I suck her arousal from them.

I wrap her hair around my hand and turn her so I can devour her mouth, pressing my tongue past her lip so she can taste herself. She pulls against the handcuffs, making me smile and break the kiss.

“I love you, Bella, like I have never loved anyone before,” I confess as I grab my aching cock and stroke it a few times before I press into her painfully slow.

“There is nothing I will not do for you. Including replacing the memory of those men who touched and hurt you. You don’t belong to them, Sweetheart. You belong to me,” I confess as I press forward until my cock is buried deep inside her.

“Dante,” she moans as I growl into her ear. I grab her hips and circle my hips, pushing in as deep as I can. Fuck, she is perfect and feels so fucking good.

“It is time you and I both let go of our past, Sweetheart, and get lost in each other. Forever beautiful Beasts, forever intertwined into one.” I growl as I pound into her, showing her a small piece of the Beast that wants to consume her.

“Dante,” she screams my name as she rips down on the handcuffs. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, and I lean in and bite down on her shoulder as we fall apart together. Our bodies tremble as my cock spills the last bit of cum deep inside her.

I reach up and release her hands from the cuffs, rubbing her shoulders. Turning her around, I kiss her raw wrists before I pull her against me and hold her tight.

I let myself go, letting her feel my love for her, showing her that she has all of me, even if it might kill us both.

14

Bella

“la di die” by Nessa Barrett feat. jxdn

I make my way down the hallway and stairs, following the smell of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. Dante was gone again when I woke up this morning. I ran my hand over the empty spot on his side of the bed, and my stomach sank. Everyone in my life who was supposed to be with me, love me, and protect me has failed.

My world is not colorful, sweet, and kind. The only world I have ever known is the pain, the slapping, and the yelling and screaming from men who say I am a whore, that I wanted what they were doing to me. My father gave me to them. He took what he wanted from me, and now I feel nothing but the pain of the damaged pieces inside me. Pieces that are leaving deep cuts inside me.

Slowly, Dante has been healing the cuts, but the scars will always be there. I don’t think they will ever fade, just like the voices inside my head telling me that I am not worth it, that I don’t belong here, and that I am just a whore who will eventually be used and tossed away again.

I believe the voices. One day, when Dante gets sick of me and finds another woman who is not damaged like I am, he will throw me aside. But until then, I will enjoy and love him. I know that even after he throws me away, my love for him will still be there. The dream and wish that I belong here will remain.

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