The Beast (Wicked Villains, #4)

by Katee Robert

I was allowed to find my own way. Up until my father’s death, I believed that way would lead me on countless adventures and travel across the world. To freedom. That’s no longer an option.

I have no right to the jealousy that stings my chest. None. Gaeton and I haven’t been together in over a year; my relationship with Beast ended a mere month after mine and Gaeton’s did. They are single and free to do as they wish with whomever they wish.

They must have known what they liked, must have known they weren’t being completely fulfilled in my bed. And yet neither of them ever said a single thing about it. I want to know why; one of the many answers I don’t have a right to, but crave all the same.

These men would never, ever hurt me … Or at least that used to be true. I don’t know what’s true anymore. The world stopped making sense when my father died.

Even as I remind myself I don’t have any power here, I can’t stay silent. “That’s not fair. You two are the ones who proposed the idea to date me at the same time.” And I was fool enough to agree to it, thinking it a wonderful way to have my cake and eat it, too.

I should have known that if I couldn’t pick one of them before we dated, I certainly wouldn’t be able to once we were in the throes of a relationship. “We played by her rules and cut off pieces of ourselves to be worthy of her.”

“Think of every depraved thing you’ve wanted to do to that sexy little body. All the times you held back. All the fantasies you kept locked down.”

“Gaeton and I dominate you. We fuck you. We are your gods and masters for the duration of two weeks. You will have a safe word and will use it when necessary, but otherwise will obey our every whim. At the end of the timeline, when we’ve balanced the scales, you will make a decision and stand by it.”

The jealousy wrapped around my heart digs its thorns in deeper. It’s not even necessarily the fact that they fucked other people—or were intimate, since I know enough about kink to know that it doesn’t necessarily mean sex. It’s that they let others experience parts of themselves that they always held back from me. I got the sweet, vanilla sex. The making love. The term makes me cringe.

Beast gives a slow smile that feels more like a threat than an expression of joy. “Did you think we’d agree to the muzzles without a token of your sincerity? Prove you mean what you say tonight and we come back to the territory at the end of the two weeks.”

They might have sent her here to draw us back, but there’s no chance in hell that Cordelia and Sienna approved of us defiling their youngest sister. They’d barely tolerated us before and we treated Isabelle like a queen. I can fault Beast many things, but I can’t fault him that.

“She’s not wearing panties.” “Dirty girl,” he murmurs. “You were planning on fucking us back into submission.” “No.”

“Tell me what you see, Gaeton,” he repeats. Between one breath and the next, I decide to embrace this. Fuck it. I’m going to regret it, but the temptation of having Isabelle on my cock—in my bed—is too strong to turn away from. I lean back, intentionally adopting a relaxed sprawling pose. “It’s dim as fuck in here. I can’t see shit.”

“Unacceptable.” He shakes his head. “Can’t have her hiding from us.” My mouth practically waters with anticipation. “She came in here wearing that little tease of a dress and flashing her pussy. Seems she doesn’t want to hide.”

I pull the straps down her arms and let the ruined fabric flutter to the ground. She stands there in heels and nothing else and, fuck, but Isabelle Belmonte does things for me.

She’s built solid, the kind of body that fills out a person’s hands. The kind of body that can take a rough fucking, though in the past I would have fallen on a literal sword before I let myself off the leash enough to indulge in dirty play with this woman. She’s too good for that, too good for me.

“Now that we have that out of the way, It’s been a year since you had your hands on her, Gaeton. Since either of us did.” The reminder makes me thin my lips; that we were both arrogant enough to date her at the same time.

That I put my heart in her hands, foolish enough to think I’d ever be enough for her, that if we just dated long enough, she’d choose me, love me enough not to need him. I know he’s riling me up. I know he’s playing us both. But I have a naked, quivering Isabelle nearly in my lap. I’m seeing this through to the end.

Isabelle has enough pride to fuel an army. It’s part of what drew me to her in the first place, how fucking untouchable she was, standing there next to her father, perfect and above us all. I just want to carve off a little piece of that pride and get her off in the bargain.

She obeys, each move jerky as if she’s fighting herself to do it. Torn between obedience and wanting to tell us where to shove our games. Obedience wins. This time.

I have never felt more exposed in my life. The position of my arms bows my back and thrusts my breasts forward. My thighs are spread so wide, cool air caresses my pussy.

I stare up into those blue, blue eyes, and I don’t see the man I thought I knew in them. There is no warmth for me, no tenderness. There is only a deep, dark hunger, like I’ve stumbled into a monster’s lair and now he’s only too happy to eat me right up.

“She’s been playing the part of the untouchable princess, but it turns out she’s a little slut who wants us to force her to the floor and fuck her rough.” Beast speaks almost conversationally, as if he’s not describing wanton acts. As if he’s not trotting out my shame in explicit detail.

Gaeton shifts and then his tongue spears inside me. It feels so good that this time I can’t stop my moan. I rock my hips harder, grinding down on him. “Yes, please, yes.” “He’s got his tongue in your pussy right now, doesn’t he?” I can feel Beast’s cock against my ass, but he sounds as unaffected as if we just sat down to dinner to talk about our day.

“I bet you never rode his face like this when you dated. Gaeton’s been at that pussy—he loves oral sex too much to deny it—but I bet it was always sweet and polite and you came quietly.” He’s right. I hate that he’s right. “Stop it.”

“Did you know that just a few months ago, we fucked a friend, filling her with three cocks, and it still wasn’t enough? Gaeton needed her Dom to fuck his mouth while she rode his dick.” There it is again. That barbed jealousy that demands I pull back, protect myself because these men might have loved me once, but they kept so much from me. “Fuck you, Beast.”

I’m going to come all over that pretty pussy of yours…” He barely lets me process his words before he whispers the next part. “And then I’m going to make Gaeton lick it up.” My orgasm hits me with the force of an out-of-control speeding vehicle.

He looks at me like he wants to fall on me like a wild thing, to hold me down and fuck me against Gaeton’s chest until he’s worked out every little bit of anger on my body.

“You are living in my territory out of the grace of my goodwill. I highly suggest you do nothing to that woman that will antagonize Cordelia Belmonte. She will go to extreme lengths to protect her youngest sister, and that includes doing the equivalent of cutting off her nose to spite her face.

Since our respective relationships with Isabelle detonated, some of the animosity between us collapsed with it. Not all, not by a long shot, but I can stand next to him without wanting to cut his fucking throat. An improvement.

Heat courses through my body, but I muscle back my physical response. All in good time. Because we do have time now. Two weeks is more than long enough to play out every filthy fantasy I never let myself contemplate with Isabelle.

The fact that Gaeton will be doing the same concurrently feels strangely right. We began this journey at the same time, and we’ll finish at the same time as well. “That’s our business.”

“She’s playing in deep waters. Don’t let her drown and bring ruin upon us all.”

I lean back against the seat and look at her. Even out of her depth and looking like she’s just been fucked within an inch of her life, Isabelle is a study in perfection. She’s always been beautiful, but it’s the intelligence in those brown eyes that draws me in again and again despite myself. My position in Carver City would have been a lot more secure if I’d been able to resist that spark.

“What the big man isn’t saying is that your pussy is ours for the next two weeks and we won’t tolerate anything limiting access.”

She jerks back, staring at me as if she’s never seen me before. “Have you always talked like this?” Not to her. Never to her. I bound myself up in love until I couldn’t breathe, just so I could be worthy of this woman. All for nothing. All of it was for no goddamn reason. I lean forward and give her a cold look. “Only to the people I fuck.”

Right now, it’s everything I can do not to fall on her and fuck her until she begs for mercy. Until I can get rid of the tight feeling of my skin being too small. No matter what I did for this woman, it wasn’t good enough, and when Gaeton finally called it quits and she should have been mine by right, she left me in the dust. And I still don’t know why.

I push the thought away. I don’t want to think about the past right now. I don’t want to think about anything but extracting every bit of pleasure from Isabelle’s tight little body in retribution. It’s enough. It has to be enough.

“Now, princess.” She lifts her chin and says the two words destined to toss a lighted match into the gasoline-soaked room that is our current situation. “Make me.”

“How many times did you fuck me and go straight to Gaeton because once wasn’t enough? Or the other way around?” My face flames. More times than I care to admit. Because I couldn’t get enough, yes, but because they both offered me different things, even while they held back so much.

“Maybe the reason I fucked you both on the same day so often is because neither of you could get the job done.”

It hurts to look at Gaeton. It hurts so much more than I expected. I loved them both, but Gaeton is the one who left me, the one I harmed with my inability to choose.

I didn’t envision ending up in this position when I went to the Underworld earlier tonight. I’m still reeling from how much these men kept from me in their individual ways. This is the kind of sex they got off on all along? The kind of sex I also get off on? Why couldn’t we figure that out together? Why did it have to be so …polite?

“You don’t get any cock tonight, princess. But be very good and we’ll allow you to earn both of ours.” Humiliation burns me even as it stokes something inside me hotter. I am Isabelle Belmonte. I’ve never begged for anything in my life before tonight, and I’m not about to get in the habit of it.

I barely register the way Gaeton flinches, too busy repeating that word silently to myself. Rose, Rose, Rose. A nickname he’d jokingly called me because I love them so much. Roses of every color are my favorite thing. Beautiful and deceptively painful. My father went so far as to create a greenhouse just for roses as a gift for my eighteenth birthday.

Gaeton slowly obeys. I can’t tell if he’s resistant to the position or if he’s floating on endorphins from the flogging. It’s been a year, but he’s a thousand times better at closing himself off to me than he was when we were together. Or maybe he simply never bothered to shut me out before. Neither option makes me happy.

“You—You’re pierced.” That definitely wasn’t there the last time I saw him naked. “A lot of things have changed, princess.” He gives me a cold look. “You don’t know me anymore. You don’t know either of us.”

But there’s no escaping the truth that the last few hours have driven home. I never really knew Beast and Gaeton to begin with.

Hard to say. He’s not my usual type—too mean, too beat-up, too angry—but fuck if seeing him strip didn’t send a shiver of anticipation through me. No matter what else is true, Beast won’t hold back. He’s going to fuck my ass, hard and rough, and I’m practically shaking with anticipation. With need.

It doesn’t mean a single damn thing. I don’t even like the bastard, even if I want to fuck him. He grips my hips and shoves the rest of the way into me. Another moan slides free, despite my best efforts. “Fuck, that feels good.”