Page 27 of Beautiful Beasts

Fuck me, I hope we can because right now, neither of us deserves her or her love.

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Dante

I never saw any of this coming, neither Bella nor what has awoken inside me and Harley. I usually can see things coming a mile away, I need to to stay alive and stay on top, but she came into my life and hit me like a fucking freight train, and I am still trying to catch up. I know keeping her locked away in this house is not the best thing for her, but the thought of her going out into the world puts me even more on edge.

My blood boils, and my vision blurs, knowing that a man out there thinks she belongs to him. I can’t fight or stop someone I can’t fucking see, and the man is a fucking ghost. He is smart, too fucking smart. He has been able to stay off of my radar, which is not an easy thing to do. This tells me that everything he is doing or will do has been thoroughly planned.

I wanted to take more time to talk to Harley last night, but time is something we don’t have, so I did my best with the time we did have. My work is never done, and it is only going to get worse. Rumors are spreading across the city that I have become weak, and now some think they can take what is mine. I have to send a message to all of them before the rumors spread too far and before some get it in their fucking heads that they can take me down.

It was time Harley and I talked. He had to know that I accepted his feelings for her, even if she was unaware of his feelings for her. Harley will give in to them, but he and I are different in that way.

I am possessive, jealous, dominant, and controlling, and with her, I am having a hard time keeping any of it under control. Harley is all those things, too, but he won’t allow them to take control of him. He will not give in until he is forced to and will take things slow with her because he fears his feelings.

I am afraid, but for a different reason. I am afraid of hurting her, and I am afraid that I will lose complete control and do something that I will regret. Harley is calculated and will think through every move and every word he says to her.

I know she will want to leave the safety of this house soon, and I don’t want her to go out into the world. It’s not because I don’t think she can handle it. It’s because I am fucking selfish, and I don’t want any other man to get close to her except for me and Harley.

The world is a dangerous place, and my world, well, it makes the normal world seem like a kid’s movie. In my world, you never know what is going to happen, and I want to protect her from it. But she is strong, and if she wants to come with me and Harley, I know she will get her way. I know I can’t fucking say no to her, and I will never turn her away. Even if everything inside me screams at me to turn away from her.

I sit in the chair and remove my socks and shoes. I slowly stand up, unbutton my pants, and pull them down with my boxers. Stepping out of them and tossing them onto the chair, I unbutton my shirt and toss it on the back of the chair.

I walk into the bathroom, and Bella is leaning back against the wall with her head back and her eyes closed as the water streams down her body. Steam has taken over the room and is surrounding her. She is fucking beautiful in every sense of the word.

I walk into the shower, stopping in front of her. She opens her eyes as I place my hands on either side of her head, lean down, and gently connect my lips to hers. Her body melts against mine, and she moans, and I sweep my tongue into her mouth. I lower my hands from the wall and grab onto her throat, pulling her into me more as I pin her between me and the shower wall.

I pull back, tightening my grip on her throat. She looks at me with such love, desire, and darkness, forcing my knees to weaken from her stare. She has no fucking idea what she does to me.

“Tell me you need me, Bella,” I command and beg of her.

Fuck, I need to hear her say the words. I will always need to hear her say the words.

“I need you, Dante,” she confesses to me, just like the good fucking girl she is.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper as I lean in and suck her earlobe into my mouth, causing her body to shake against mine. I grab onto her leg, pinning it firmly against my hip as I reach between us and grab onto my rock-hard cock. I pull back again, needing to look into her eyes before I push into her pussy.

“I love you, Bella. Do you know that? Do you know that I am in love with you?” I ask and confess to her.

She slowly nods as she wraps her leg around my waist. I place the tip of my cock at her entrance as I search her eyes momentarily.

“I love you, Dante,” she whispers as we both lean in, reconnecting our lips together as I push into her pussy.

Her walls wrap tightly around my cock as I grab onto her other leg, picking her up off the ground. I slam her against the wall as she wraps both of her legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her deeper. I place my hand on the wall next to her as I tighten my grip on her throat.

Hearing her say that she loves me will never seem real; she will never seem fully real to me. Part of me is scared that this is just a fucking dream, that one day I will wake up and realize that all of this was a dream, that she was never real, and it fucking scares me. It scares me to think about having to live a life without her in it.

“You going to be my good fucking girl and scream for me, Bella?” I ask.

“Yes,” she moans as I pound into her. She grabs onto my shoulders, matching my motions. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the shower.

“Give in to me, Bella, give me your darkness,” I plead.

Her pussy grips my cock, and her nails dig into my shoulder, causing me to groan. I lean in and bite down on her neck, causing her to scream out her release. The water continues to wash over us as our bodies come together as one.

Our darknesses intertwine in a forever bond that nothing can break.

I am hers, all hers.

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