Page 11 of Beautiful Beasts

She knows who I am; deep down, she knows I am a Beast, and she craves what only I can give her.

I slowly roll my hips and begin to thrust as her pussy clenches around my shaft. My heart slams wildly against my chest as I pull back from the kiss, both of us sucking in air. I press my forehead to hers as I increase my pace, pulling out a little further each time before sliding back in. She tilts her hips, allowing me to go deeper each time. She runs her nails down my back, marking me. The sounds leaving her mouth spur me on, and when she digs her heels into me, lifting her hips to meet me thrust for thrust, I’m barely holding back from pounding into her so she feels me for days, reminding her who she belongs to, who this pussy belongs to.

I can tell she is getting close, but she is holding back. “Let go, Bella, let yourself go,” I whisper as I continue to push in and out of her. Our skin glistens with sweat.

“You are mine, forever and always, Bella; there is no escaping me,” I promise her. Sealing both of our fates together as one. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and my balls tighten.

“Promise?” She asks.

“I promise, Sweetheart,” I reply, doing my best to reassure her.

With my declaration, she allows herself to let go. I thrust into her deeply, hitting the spot that makes her pussy clench around me. Her eyes close as her back arches off the bed, and she screams out my name. She is such a good fucking girl.

I continue to roll my hips, thrusting into her through her release. My balls draw tight as I watch her start to come down. Her body shakes beneath mine as I thrust three more times, chasing my release, and I come with her name on my lips. Her pussy spasms around me as my cum fills her tight pussy. I lean down and gently kiss her neck as my cock starts to soften.

I will always make sure she comes first; her pleasure will always be my priority.

I push up so I can look into her eyes. “I will always put you first,” I whisper as I press my lips to hers for a soft kiss.

I slowly ease out of her and roll to my back, bringing her on top of me. I wrap my arms around her tightly as she rests her head on my chest. She relaxes in my arms, and it isn’t long before her breathing evens out as she curls into me.

I will protect her from the outside world.

I will love her and worship her body, soul, heart, and mind.

Within these walls, she will be my whore.

Outside of these walls, she will be my Queen.

8

Bella

I slowly open my eyes and stretch my arms, startled when I remember where the fuck I am. When I turned over, I noticed Dante was gone. I run my hand over his side of the bed, and it is cold, which means he’s been gone for a while. It makes my stomach sink and tighten.

I gave myself to him, but this time was different. All the other times, Griffin or the other disgusting men took what didn’t belong to them. Before Dante, others took my body because they could, but with Dante, I willingly not only gave him my body, but I also gave him my heart, soul, and mind.

Dante Calloway is a Beast, and now we are forever intertwined together.

For the first time in my life, I have my power and control back, and it is all because of Dante. I don’t care if others don’t understand him. All that matters is that I see a side of him that no one else has. I don’t think he knows how much he has shown me. Last night, when he opened himself up to me, I saw the softness, the tenderness, all the things the outside world would use against him, but I never will. He never has to pretend to be anything other than who he truly is. We are both damaged, broken into a million little pieces, but for the first time in my life, I believe I might be able to be put back together again.

He doesn’t need to tell me this; I just know. I felt it as he made love to me. Instead of fucking me, he was giving himself to me. All of him.

I inhale his scent before I roll over and sit up, placing my feet on the cold hardwood floor. Looking around his room, I notice everything is put away and in perfect order. The marble walls are dark grey and white, the hardwood floors are older, dark wood, and the ceiling is grey. Everything about this room screams Dante.

His power and control seep through these walls, reminding me that he is the King of this city and now of me. I have never wanted to be owned before, but now I can’t imagine belonging to anyone else.

I would bet the rest of the house looks like this, all put together. Parts are older, but everything has been restored to its original beauty, and the decor is expensive. There is no doubt Dante has more money than I have ever seen. I am used to living in a run-down house, simple, but it was mine.

I don’t have many belongings, but I do have some things I would like to go back and get. There is no way Dante will want me to go there without him, so maybe I can convince him to take me back so I can gather my things from the house that holds so many nightmares.

I know Dante has Griffin, but I have no idea what they have done or plan to do to him. The words he spoke are on repeat in my head, and I will never forget how he gave me to Dante. I am not stupid. I know Dante was testing him, and my father epically failed.

Dante didn’t need his permission to take me, but he wanted to see what my father would say, and honestly, so did I. I wish I could say his response was shocking, but he has never had a problem using me and my body to settle his debts in the past. Even though I was sobbing and utterly unhinged in his arms, I was hanging onto every single fucking word of their conversation.

Dante is a businessman, and what he was doing with Griffin was a simple exchange, a business transaction—a life for a life. But I know it was more than that. We can’t deny what this is.

This is not a business deal; we both want each other. My father was going to die; either way, Dante was going to take me. I have wished for someone to come save me. Shit, I was praying for that right before Dante, Harley, and Gus came busting into my house looking for my father.

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