Page 50 of Beautiful Beasts

I don’t give two shits about me, but I believe him. He would hurt Dante and Harley. He would do it right in front of me just to show me he doesn’t break his fucked up promises.

His fingers push into my pussy, causing tears to escape my eyes and roll down my face. He pushes them in and out of me for a little bit, then pulls them out and places his hand on top of mine, placing the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“You will never be able to forget this. I will make sure of it. You are mine, Bella. Now it is time I prove it to you,” he whispers as he pushes into my pussy.

He releases his cock and places his hand over my mouth as he starts to push in and out of me. I turn my head and stare at the white, pure rose bushes. The bushes that Dante said reminded him of me and his mother.

After Gus does this, taking from me again, Dante and Harley would and will never look at me the same once they find out.

I am a dirty little whore, and now because of Gus, I don’t think I will ever deserve their love.

A sob escapes me as Gus continues to pound into me. My pussy pulses, even though I am begging it not to.

“See, I told you, Bella. You are mine. Your body was made for me. You want this; tell me you want this,” he demands and begs.

“No,” I choke out as more tears escape my eyes and roll down my face.

“Fucking lying whore. You will admit you want me and have wanted me all along. I will make sure of it, Bella.”

I will not give him what he wants, even if it means he breaks me into a million little pieces, pieces that can never be put back together again. I will not fucking tell him I want him or that I want what he is doing.

I will not lie to save myself, but I will take the punishment that a whore deserves to save my Beasts. I would do anything for them, including allowing Gus to rape me, fuck me, and I will not fight him. I will not let Gus hurt them, and I will do this in order to save them. They saved me, even if it was for a short time. They deserve to be free from me, from a dirty whore.

Things will never fucking be the same again.

35

Dante

I made my way out the back door. I watched Bella walk out a few minutes ago. She has been distant, and she won’t look me in the fucking eyes. She has even been quiet with Harley.

I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but I feel as if she is slipping through my fingers, and it is starting to scare me. I can see the concern in Harley’s eyes. He has been quiet, way more than he usually is. It can’t be because they finally gave in to each other. They both know I accept their feelings for each other, their love.

So if it isn’t that, I don’t know what else it could fucking be, but I am not the type to just sit back and assume, if I do, I will fucking go crazy.

I have to ask her, and I have to understand.

I walk around the house and stop dead in my tracks when I see Bella on the ground in front of the rose bushes, rocking back and forth. Her head is down, and her arms are wrapped tightly around herself.

My heart stops as I slowly make my way over to her, kneeling behind her. I rest my hand on her lower back, and for the first time since meeting her, she flinches with my touch.

“Bella,” I whisper in a pained voice.

“Dante,” she sobs.

“What is wrong?’ I ask, unable to hide my anxiety and rage at seeing her like this.

“I’m okay,” she says quietly.

Lie. “No, you are not okay,” I say through gritted teeth.

She quickly stands up, and I do the same. She turns around and walks into me. “I need you,” she confesses, her eyes pleading with me.

“I’m right here,” I say softly as I gently brush my finger against her cheek.

She shakes her head. “No, I need you, Dante. Take me right here, right now,” she says in an anxious, sad tone.

I drop my hand from her face. My heart is racing with her words as the rain starts to come down on both of us. Usually, I wouldn’t fucking think twice about claiming her, but something just doesn’t feel fucking right.

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