Page 10 of Beautiful Beasts

Dante

“Gangsta” by Kehlani

H er words echo inside my mind. Her confession warms me, warms my heart. She makes me feel emotions I haven’t felt in a very long time. She is so fucking pure, so fucking good. I will do anything and everything I can to make sure she stays that way.

Her whole life, she has been used and abused by those who should have protected her. I am not her knight in shining armor. I am the motherfucking villain that is going to rip her apart and put her back together again, making sure that she is completely intertwined in every way humanly possible with me.

She needs me.

She wants me.

She desires what only I can give her.

This is a dangerous game. I should protect her from me, but I fucking can’t.

I know I should push her away and tell her to leave. I should let her go, but I fucking can’t.

I am selfish.

I am cruel.

I am possessive.

I am jealous.

The thought of her leaving this room, this house, and allowing another man to make her whole again pisses me the fuck off and makes me want to cut off every man’s cock in this city to make sure that the only cock that will pleasure her is mine.

I have warned her several times, and she hasn’t left; she hasn’t pushed me away.

She wants this, and I want this. Fuck, no, I need this.

I carefully flip us over so she is on the bed underneath me. She is so light and petite and all fucking mine.

I push my sweatpants down and slide them off my legs. My cock points straight up, beads of precum already leaking from the tip. She looks at me with lust and admiration in her eyes as she bites her bottom lip while she takes in my body. It takes everything in me not to just bury myself balls deep, but I need to take this slow to show her that she is safe with me.

She reaches out for me, and I kneel between her legs, letting her run her hands over my chest. Her fingers trace the intricate lines of my tattoos as she follows them down my abs. My muscles contract under her touch. I let her explore my body while I watch her face and the way her body responds to the way she’s touching me. Her dusty pink nipples pebble, begging to be tweaked and twisted while I lavish the other with my teeth and tongue.

She slides her fingers down the dark trail of hair leading down to my aching cock, the head angry and leaking precum. I suck in a deep breath when she wraps her tiny hand as far as she can around my thickness, squeezing my cock in her hold as she slides her hand down and back up again, swiping her thumb over the tip, collecting what she has milked from me. She releases me, sucking her thumb into her mouth, making us both groan.

Her chest rises and falls as I lean forward, taking her mouth gently until she opens for me. I can still taste myself on her tongue as I kiss her like my life depends on the connection between us. I reach between us and grab my cock, rubbing the head against her clit and through her folds. She is so fucking wet, her arousal coating me as I position the head at her entrance.

I keep my eyes on her. “There is no going back after this, Sweetheart. Do you understand?” I whisper as I look deeply into her eyes.

“I understand,” she breathes out.

My heart races with her response. “Tell me you need me, Sweetheart,” I demand.

“I need you, Dante,” she responds instantly. Fuck, she is so beautiful.

I slowly slide into her wet heat, groaning at how tightly she’s gripping me. I ease in, growling when I am fully sheathed in her. The moan that leaves her mouth spurs me forward, and I smash my lips to hers, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues in a battle for dominance as I place my hands beside her head. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, pulling me into her and digging her heels into my ass.

She breaks the kiss and moans. “Dante, please.”

I want to fuck her.

I want to force her to scream my name.

But she doesn’t need to be fucked right now. She needs me to be gentle and soft, and this time, I can do this for her. All bets are off after this, though. I don’t have it in me to hold back; it’s not who I am.

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