Page 49 of Beautiful Beasts

“We will be capable of doing dangerous things for you but will choose to be your peace,” I say, hearing my voice crack.

Being dominant is being capable of becoming a dangerous man when needed but choosing to be her peace.

“I love you,” I say, needing her to hear me, needing her to believe me.

We will be all these things for her and so much more.

“I love you both so fucking much,” she whispers.

I pull back and watch as her head falls back, a moan escapes her, and her walls wrap tightly around my cock as she falls over the edge for the second time. I watch closely as she becomes vulnerable with me, like an open fucking wound.

I push into her one more time, and my eyes fall closed as a growl leaves my throat, and my cock fills her pussy with ropes of my cum. Her pussy milking me, owning me.

This woman wrapped tightly around me will be the fucking death of me, that I am sure of.

34

Bella

Seventh Week Together

I walk out the side door of the house, and I wrap Harley’s jacket tightly around myself. I should have put on more clothes, but I didn’t think about it. My long T-shirt goes down to my knees, so I should be okay while I tend to the rose bushes. It has become a ritual. I was honored when Dante trusted me to watch over these bushes. I know he was doing it because he wanted me to know he trusted me, and he wanted to give me something to do.

I appreciate him allowing me to watch over the roses he planted for his mother and not treating me like someone he can’t trust. I’ve probably gone overboard watching over them, but it gets me out of my head for a little while. It is easy to forget shit when I am with my Beasts, but the moment that I am not, everything comes crashing back into my mind, and I am drowning in my darkness again, unable to breathe.

I wish I weren’t like this and could be normal, but then again, by wishing for that, I would be wishing my Beasts away, and I never want to live without them again. Even though all this started because of Griffin, and we have used each other for different reasons, it has grown into something loving and beautiful.

I just hope one day, I deserve what they have done and are doing for me. Right now, I don’t feel deserving, but that is only because I am keeping secrets from them, secrets that I know would change everything, and I am not ready for things to change. I am not ready to see the consequences of my secrets.

The clouds are back again, the wind is picking up, and I can smell it in the air: a storm is coming. Once again, the sky is bringing to life how I feel inside. The calmness makes me nervous, and the chaos is what I am used to; it is something I can fucking handle. How fucked up is that?

It is going on the seventh week since Dante brought me here, changing my life forever. Things are moving so fast that my head is still fucking spinning.

Gus’ assaults are getting worse, and I honestly don’t know how much more I can take before I fucking break. I am lying to Dante and Harley. Even though they haven’t asked, they can tell something is wrong. I am lying to them by not telling them what is going on, but honestly, I am fucking scared of what it will do to us.

They say they love me, and I believe them. Gus has failed in making me turn on them, but at the same time, I feel so fucking ashamed and guilty for what he has done to me. I can’t bring myself to tell my Beasts that I am more damaged than they know.

This place is not safe unless I am with them. When I’m not, anything can happen. Coming out here is probably not the best idea, but I have promised myself that I will not submit to Gus. I will not let him win, so if that means he assaults or rapes me or whatever other fucking shit he has planned, I will make sure that he never sees me break.

I will not submit to him. He can take and take until I have nothing fucking left, and still, I won’t give him what he wants.

He has made it clear that Dante and Harley have everything, and he wants me so that they won’t want me. It might still happen, but they will know, and Gus will know I will never choose him.

The promises Harley made to me or confessions he said in the pool have been on my mind on an endless loop. His words cut me so fucking deeply that I don’t think I will ever be able to recover from them.

I stop in front of the rose bushes. Nature is taking it over, and it doesn’t matter how much I watch over or water them. The weather will win in the end; it always wins.

My heart sinks as I hear someone come up behind me. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. His hand gives him away as he comes up behind me and grabs me by the throat, forcing my head up. He rests his lips against my ear as my breathing increases.

“Bad choice coming out here all alone, Bella,” Gus whispers into my ear.

I don’t respond as his free hand starts to move up and down the side of my body. The rain begins to come down, the wind picks up, and his warm breath on my skin makes my stomach twist into deadly knots.

He pushes me forward, and I place my hands on the bench. My heart is racing as I feel his free hand pulling up my t-shirt, exposing my back end to him. He pushes his leg between mine, forcing me to spread them further apart. He moves his fingers through my folds.

“If you scream, I will fucking kill them,” he promises as he releases my throat.

I hear him unbuckle his belt and his zipper opening. I could run, scream, or fight him, but at what cost?

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