Page 43 of Beautiful Beasts

She shakes her head. “What?” She asks, but she heard me. It’s her brain that doesn’t understand, but it will. She will fucking understand; she is the only one who can.

I lean in, my lips almost touching hers. “You heard me, Sweetheart. Scar us,” I say again, demanding she submit this way. The way I need her to.

She shakes her head again. “What? No!”

My heart races with her denial. I love the fight in her. The little brat doesn’t want to submit. “Don’t be a brat, Bella. Please do this for us,” I say through gritted teeth.

Have you ever felt a blade cutting through your flesh, causing you to bleed? It is the most profound sexual thing I have experienced, but I have never had someone else do it to me. I have always done it to myself, so this is my way of giving her power and control. This is my way of truly and finally giving myself to her.

“Are you fucking serious?” She asks in a confused voice.

“Yes, Bella, we are,” Harley says next to me. There is overwhelming confidence in his voice.

His scars haunt him as much as mine haunt me. Her choosing one and making it her own will heal part of the damaged pieces inside us.

“You can’t be serious,” she says, looking between us.

I pull back and look her over. My cock starts to harden as I look over her sweat-covered body. “We are serious, Sweetheart. We will bleed for you without question, and this is our way of proving it,” I whisper to her.

She slowly nods in understanding. “Okay.”

I grab her hand and place the knife in it. She wraps her hand around the handle, looks at me, and then at Harley.

“We are ready when you are,” Harley says calmly.

She takes a deep breath and looks at my chest, her eyes scanning over the scars. My heart races as she steps into me and lifts the knife, placing it against the right side of my upper chest. I close my eyes as the memory of that scar invades my mind.

I was called a sinner for looking at a woman, and then I got punished for not following through with my thoughts. That is one of the biggest things Harley and I have in common. We were both called sinners for reasons we still don’t understand.

It is not the kicker, though. The kicker is that we were both called sinners by the same people and are more intertwined than we ever thought. We don’t talk about it, but we are half brothers, raised in different families. We have the same father, but my uncle raised him, but they both abused and created us.

Harley tells the story of how I saved him from the streets, and I wish that was fucking true. The truth is I failed my little brother. He was created, and I was created; there was nothing I could do to stop it. What was done was done, but I had to save him before the streets killed him.

I should have saved him from this life, but I couldn’t, and that is something I will never be able to forgive myself for.

He says he is my enforcer, a man who works for me, but the truth is he is as much the King as I am. We just don’t let others know of our blood relation. Some wouldn’t understand, and others would see it as a tainted bloodline, and that could be dangerous for all of us. We made an unspoken promise that we would keep his parentage a secret, but Bella has the right to know, and I know the right way to tell her.

I open my eyes and look at Bella, and her eyes are locked onto me. “Sinners get punished, Bella,” I confess to her. Those words make my heart ache just like they did the first time they were spoken to me, pointed at me.

I see the tears form in her eyes as she looks at Harley and then at me again. I grab onto the knife, forcing her to tighten her grip on the handle as I push down, adding more pressure. I slowly slice the blade across the scar, making sure that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

I push down on the blade more, and a moan escapes me as blood starts to run down my chest. She releases her hold on the blade and rips her hand away. I lower the knife, holding it at my side. My hand is shaking as my breathing continues to be rapid.

“I am now yours, Sweetheart, always and forever,” I confess.

I watch the tears roll down her face as Harley moves from my side to stand behind her.

She looks at the deep cut we just made together. “I am now yours forever,” she whispers as she grabs my hips.

She looks up at me as she runs her tongue over the fresh blood that is still dripping from the deep wound. It will scar just like I knew it would, just like I need it to.

“Oh fuck,” I pant as she continues to lick my blood.

She has no idea what her behavior means to me, but she is fucking about to.

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