Page 51 of Beautiful Beasts

“Tell me what happened,” I demand and beg her. I can’t fucking make it better if I don’t know what happened.

She shakes her head, and I take a deep breath. I reach down and grab her legs, lifting her off of the ground. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I turn and sit on the bench. She straddles my lap as I reach between us to unzip and unbutton my pants. I pull her shirt up just enough so I can see her skin.

I grab my hard cock as she lifts herself above the tip of my cock. She slowly lowers herself onto my cock, making me groan. She releases her hold on my neck and places her hands firmly against my chest as she starts to ride my cock.

“Bella,” I say through gritted teeth as I grab her hips.

“Dante,” she whimpers. The rain continues to come down hard, soaking us.

“What is wrong?” I ask and plead with her to tell me.

“Please, just help me escape,” she begs as she takes me deeper into her tight pussy.

“I can do that, Sweetheart,” I say softly, trying to reassure her the best I can in this moment.

She leans forward and smashes her lips to mine. I open my mouth, and her tongue plunges into my mouth. Her kiss brutal and demanding. She has never acted this way before, and even though it fucking feels amazing, I can feel it in the way she is fucking me, kissing me; something is fucking wrong.

It pains me to know that something has upset her or hurt her, and she won’t fucking tell me what it is. But I can’t fucking take the distance between us.

“Tell me you need me,” I say in a low, dark voice against her lips.

“I need you, Dante. I will always need you,” she says as her head falls back as she slams down on my cock repeatedly, needing more.

I don’t know what the fuck happened, but whatever it is, I will destroy it for hurting her.

She might not tell me about it right now, but I will fucking find out, and whatever it is, we will deal with it together, as a family, because that is exactly what we are now.

Bella continues to roll her hips, and my balls tighten as her pussy clamps down on me. I watch her completely fucking let go, and then we both get lost in our release. Both of us lost in each other as she curls into me, resting her head against my chest.

I tighten my grip on her hips, lean down, and kiss the top of her head, and she lets out a sob.

Whoever fucking made her like this will fucking die, that I can promise.

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Bella

I curl up on the window seat, holding tightly onto the Fatal Vows book I have read more times than I can count now. Each time, it brings out a different emotion in me. I can understand her loving them both, and I can understand her getting lost in her dark thoughts. I can understand the abuse she went through and how it was hard for her to believe that she deserved to be loved.

I feel the tears building in my eyes as I turn and look out the window. It is dark outside, and it has to be past midnight. I thought having Dante claim me where Gus raped me would take away this sick, dirty feeling I feel inside my chest, but it didn’t.

I feel bad, guilty, and ashamed that, once again, I used Dante to try and escape the nightmare that is inside this house. Not only did I use him, but I lied to him.

I know he can tell something is wrong, and so can Harley. I am not hiding it very well. I should be used to being used and abused by men, but Gus took a piece of me when he fucked me by the white rose bushes. I feel something I have never felt before. I feel completely used and damaged to the point of not being able to be put back together again.

I can see the pain in both Harley’s and Dante’s eyes as they look at me, which is why, for the past few days, I haven’t even been able to look them in the eyes. I am scared they will figure it out, and with how stubborn they are, I know they are going to either figure it out or I am going to tell them because lying to them is killing me; going through this alone is fucking tearing me apart inside.

I turn, place the book on the side table, and lean back against the wall, wrapping the blanket tightly around me, trying to cover myself.

I can’t tell you how many showers I have taken, but it isn’t working. I can’t wash the feeling of Gus’ fingers on me, his breath on my skin, or his cock in my pussy away. He has taken my mind from me and has reiterated what I have always known, once a whore, always a fucking whore.

I take a deep, shaky breath as I wrap my arms around my knees and bring them to my chest. I rest my chin on my knees, allow the tears to escape my eyes, and roll down my face.

I feel so fucking dirty, and I know he is not going to stop. I also know that one of these days, I will make it all stop and go away. I will make sure that he can’t hurt my Beasts, even if that means I have to end his ability to have me.

Fuck me.

I hear the door open and close as a sob escapes me.

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