Page 5 of Beautiful Beasts

Usually, when she comes here, she is looking for her father, but tonight feels different; she looks different. She doesn’t have that determined look on her face when she is looking for her father. There’s a darkness in her that I can see from here. She’s not here to find her father, she is here to fucking escape, and that makes me nervous.

I have seen what happens when people want to escape. They do things they would never do sober, and with her, she is kind and gentle. She can be bratty at times, but she is sweet and fucking pure, just like my mother was. It pains me to see her in this environment, an environment that I created, an environment that enjoys breaking spirits like hers.

I have been dealing to her father for years, and she has been there, watching me hand over dope to him. She has watched her father gamble away all of their money. I know she has been through a lot. I don’t know everything, but I do know what this life asks of us. It takes and takes until you sell your soul. I have already given mine, she hasn’t, and if I have anything to say about it, she never fucking will.

I have seen the bruises on her perfect olive skin, bruises that tell me her father touches her and hurts her.

Who else could it fucking be?

I have never seen her with another man. It shouldn’t bug me not knowing, but I would be lying if I said my blood doesn’t boil with the thought of her father or another man putting their hands on her.

She looked into my eyes last night with no fear. No, there was something else in her eyes. Hope? But hope for what, I don’t know, but I want to fucking find out.

She is a brat. A girl that won’t fucking listen, and she pisses me off and challenges my authority, but at the same time, it turns me on that she isn’t afraid to stand up to me. No one else would dare talk to me the way she did last night, but she is not like others.

Her father is a piece of shit. He has always put his needs above hers. I will never understand why she stays with him, but maybe, just maybe, like me, she doesn’t have a choice.

I may be the King here, but still, there are times that I want to escape, to fill this emptiness in my chest. I have everything I could want, yet I feel as if something is missing, something I have been chasing my whole life and haven’t been able to find.

My heart races as I watch her down shots one right after another. After her third shot, I slowly stand from my booth and walk down the stairs towards the dance floor. I was going to watch her from the shadows, but now I can’t fucking help it. She is drunk, and there are men in here right now that would take advantage of her, taint her, hurt her, and I am not going to let that fucking happen.

I stop at the edge of the dance floor and look through the crowd of dancing bodies. When my eyes land on her, my mouth goes dry. Her hair is up in another messy bun, her arms are up in the air, and her eyes are closed as her body sways with the music. She is lost in the music and has no idea of the predators watching and waiting to pounce.

As her dancing transfixes me, I see a man come up behind her and grab onto her hips. She doesn’t stop dancing. Instead, she wraps her arms around his neck and starts moving her hips in time with his, never opening her eyes to see who she is grinding up against.

I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her get lost in the haze of alcohol and the man’s movements to the music. As the song ends and another begins to pump through the speakers, she opens her eyes and lowers her hands from the man’s neck. When her eyes lock with mine, she stops dancing, takes a deep breath, and walks away from the man. He was smart enough to let her go because had he made a move to stop her I would have removed his arms from his body. He’s lucky I held back as long as I did.

Bella stops in front of me, looks me in the eyes confidently, and grabs onto my hips. The booze has taken away the sweet girl, and what stands before me is a confident, drunk woman on a mission. She starts to sway her hips, her eyes never leaving mine. I lower my hands and grab onto her hips as I slowly start moving forward, forcing her to move through the crowd. It doesn’t take us long until we are on the outer rim of the crowd. My heart is racing as I slam her back against the wall; releasing my hold on her hips, I place my hands on either side of her head, boxing her in.

I lean in and narrow my eyes on her as she tightens her grip on my hips. The music continues to blare around us, but my focus remains on her, pinning her between my body and the wall. “Bella, you are asking for trouble,” I warn.

“Maybe I want trouble,” she says in a low, sexy voice.

“You are drunk,” I state the obvious.

She nods and laughs. “Yep. I am.” She says, popping the p.

I inhale deeply, trying to remain in control, but the smell of fresh rain and vanilla fills my nose. She smells so fucking sweet, like a cupcake I want to sink my teeth into and devour.

She raises up on her tiptoes, pressing her tits into my chest, and presses her lips to mine. My body stiffens against her, but I open my mouth when she presses her tongue against my lips. Our tongues tangle, dancing to the beat of our hearts.

I growl into her mouth, pulling her against me. My cock hardens behind the confines of the zipper of my black slacks.

She has no fucking idea what she is doing to me, but right now, I don’t have the willpower to stop her.

For the first time in my life, I have no control. She has it all.

4

Bella

“Dark Side” by Bishop Briggs

I ’m slowly pulled out of the darkness when the silence around me becomes deafening. I know I fell asleep on the couch with the TV on, but I can no longer hear it. I painstakingly pry my eyes open as I try to piece together my thoughts through the pounding headache that has me rethinking all of my life choices right now.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I must have been tired and drunk. Way too fucking drunk. Last night, I returned to the club; I don’t know what I was hoping to find. All I knew was that I needed to escape the sound of the man’s voice in my head, his hands on my mouth and body, and his disgusting dick violating me. But no amount of booze will ever take any of that away. Just like all the others, they will stay with me, haunting my dreams, changing me into I don’t know what, but I am scared to look in the mirror and find out.

Admittedly, drinking at the club last night was stupid, but I also knew that Dante would be there. We have always played this weird game of push and pull, flirting and pissing each other off. It is what we have done for some time now, but I never thought I would make out with him or feel his body against mine. But hey, anything is possible in the world we live in, right?

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