Page 17 of Beautiful Beasts

He takes a deep breath and looks at me. “We will remind them together who the fucking King is, brother,” he says with conviction.

I nod, knowing Harley means everything he said. There’s a tiny part of me that feels bad for these fuckers who think they can overthrow me, but then again, they deserve everything Harley and I will do to them.

I am not a saint, and I am not a fucking hero.

I am the motherfucking villain that will burn them alive and watch them scream to be saved.

It will never come; they have all dug their graves, and it is their fault, not mine.

She is mine, fucking mine.

And I have no problem reminding every fucker in this city of that fact.

I walk into my room and close the door behind me. Gus and I kept our eyes on each other until the door broke the connection. I rest my hands and forehead against the door for a moment as I take a deep breath.

Griffin was sicker than I ever thought was fucking possible. It wasn’t enough for him to rape and pimp out his daughter, but then he had to write in his fucking will that another man would own her if he died; he was a fucking sick, disgusting bastard.

I will get my hands on that fucking piece of paper and watch it burn along with the man’s body that had the balls to show up at m home and try to claim her. Who the fuck does this guy think he is?

Soon enough, he will be nothing, a nobody left in a deep hole, nothing but a carcass left to rot. If people need to be reminded how much of a Beast I am, then I have no problem reminding this entire fucking city just who the fuck I am.

She has the right to know that a man came for her, but at the same time, I don’t want her to run away from me, and I think she would. I think she would run thinking she would be protecting me, when in fact, her leaving would fucking kill me. Making me even more dead inside than I already am. The only reason I feel fucking anything is because of her. The only reason I feel whole is because of her.

I shake my head to clear away those thoughts and take another deep breath as I lower my hands and turn around, ripping the shirt from my body. I lower my sweatpants and boxers and slowly step out of them as I walk across the cold, hardwood floor to the bathroom. The steam from the shower is escaping through the cracked bathroom door.

I push open the door and walk in. Bella stands against the wall with her head tilted back, letting the water cascade down her face and body. I stand back and admire her perfect naked body, cataloging each old scar on her body.

The men not only marked and left scars behind with their dicks and hands but also with blades. Sick fucks. I want to find each and every one of the motherfuckers that touched her and unleash the Beast until there is nothing left of them.

The only thing she has ever known is pain with sex, of men taking her body without permission. I will teach her what it feels like to be truly loved, loved by a Beast.

I walk into the shower and quickly close the distance between us. I rest my hands on either side of her head as I press my body into hers. She opens her eyes and lowers her head, staring intensely into my eyes. I lower my hands and reach down, grabbing onto her legs and lifting her off of the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist and rests her hands on my shoulders as I press her back against the wall and put my hands back on the wall beside her head.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” I say softly.

“Hey back,” she says, searching my eyes.

She leans forward and gently kisses my chest, making me groan. “Careful, Sweetheart,” I warn her in a low, dark voice.

She pulls back and looks at me, her eyes pleading with me to give into the desire that is burning inside me. She has accepted me. I know that her eyes, touch, kisses, and words tell me so, but it doesn’t change the fact that part of me is still afraid of her hurting her.

“Tell me you need me,” I beg her.

“I need you, Dante. All of you,” she says, reassuring me that she still needs me as much as I need her.

I wrap my fingers around her throat and crash my lips to hers, biting her lower lip, and when she gasps, I sweep my tongue into her mouth, her tongue meeting mine. My cock pulses between us as I devour her mouth. She grinds her wet pussy against my hard cock, trying to get it where she desperately wants it. I reach down and cup her breasts, using my thumbs to bring her nipples to hardened peaks. She groans into my mouth, and I break away from the kiss; bending down, I take her hard nipple into my mouth while I pinch and roll the other one between my thumb and finger.

She gasps and arches her back, pushing her tits into my face. I tease and suck her nipples, going back and forth between the two as she continues to rub her pussy against my cock. She begins to whimper, and the need to hear her cry out her release rides me hard. I drag out her pleasure by alternating between sucking hard and light caresses. Her breathing hitches as she threads her fingers through my hair, holding me in place while I nip and suck on her nipple.

I reach between us and circle her clit while I continue teasing her nipple. Her body started to tremble, and I could tell she was close. I work her clit in time with my tongue against her nipple, but once again, she is holding herself back.

I release her. “Let go, Bella. Come for me,” I order as I take her nipple between my teeth and gently bite down.

Her body tenses as her orgasm works its way through her body, and she grinds against my dick, riding out her orgasm. When she starts to come down, I reach between us and grab my hard cock and press the head of my cock against her entrance. She tilts her hips, and I push into her, stretching her until I am buried deep inside her. We both gasp as her pussy clenches around me. I slowly start thrusting, giving her time to adjust to my size.

“Dante, please, I need more,” she cries out.

I pull out to the tip before I thrust back in, bottoming out, repeating this over and over again until her pussy starts to flutter around my cock. She digs her nails into my shoulders as I watch my cock move in and out of her. She takes my cock so well. She was made for me. I move my lips over hers, kissing her lips as I increase my pace. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other fills the shower as we both climb higher and higher. I am so close I can feel my balls tighten, but I need her to come with me. Sliding my hand between us, I press against her swollen clit as I continue to thrust into her. Her pussy clamps down on me as she screams out my name, causing my own orgasm to barrel through me. I come hard, buried deep inside her, leaving me breathless.

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