Page 67 of Beautiful Beasts

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she says in a low voice as she grabs onto my hips and pulls me against her. I lean down and smash my lips to hers. She opens her mouth, allowing my tongue to enter.

This fucking woman, I swear. She is a fucking brat, and she knows I can’t control myself with her.

I pull back just enough to look at her face as a smile forms across her lips.

“You brat,” I say, not being able to hide what she is doing to me.

“What are you going to do?” She asks, testing me.

I tighten my grip on her hips. “You are lucky our son is in this room, wife.”

“Well, husband, I think you have lost your edge,” She says, laughing.

“Careful, Sweetheart,” I warn.

“Or what, you gonna spank me?” She asks in a desired and hopeful voice.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She laughs and shakes her head.

She looks over at our son, who is drawing, paying us no mind.

“Julie,” I yell.

Bella laughs and shakes her head as she backs up, but I shake my head and tighten my grip on her hips.

“Yes, sir,” Julie says, coming into the kitchen.

“Please watch over Blake,” I say, keeping my eyes on my wife.

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

Bella looks at me. Darkness and desire fill her beautiful eyes. I lean down and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. I spank her ass as I turn and walk down the hallway.

“Dante,” she laughs.

“I warned you, Sweetheart,” I say playfully.

“Put me the fuck down right now,” she demands, beating on my back with her fists.

“Nope, not going to happen,” I say with amusement as I enter our bedroom.

I slowly put her down on the bed just as Harley walked out of the shower, stealing her attention momentarily.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.

“Bella, you have been a bad girl,” I tell her. She knows what she is doing, and it still drives me up the fucking wall.

“I would say I am sorry, but I’m not,” She says, turning her head and locking eyes with me.

“Hear that, brother,” I ask Harley.

“I heard, and I think she needs to be reminded,” Harley says softly.

“I agree,” I say with amusement.

“This isn’t fair; there are two of you,” she whines.

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