The Beast (Wicked Villains, #4)

by Katee Robert

It’s even better when his hand closes around my cock and he starts jacking me. I stare hazily down at Isabelle. She’s spread out in my bed, her pussy damn near weeping with need. Beast’s cock is in my ass and he’s fucking me with his hand. I don’t know how to comprehend this turn of events, so I stop trying. I give myself over to the pleasure he’s dealing out in rough strokes.

My body ceases to be my own. It becomes a thing driven by lust and anger, thrusting into Beast’s fist as my come spurts all over Isabelle’s pussy and up onto her hips. The sight of it is lewd as shit. I never, ever would have pulled a stunt like this before with her. I never would have dared debase her even the slightest in the way we are systematically doing now. I love it.

Isabelle might have clawed my heart out of my chest, but I still miss the fuck out of her. Apparently I’m not the only one. Beast fucks her slowly with his fingers. I don’t like the guy, but best I can tell, he’s a decent Dom.

“You didn’t have a problem with my dick a few minutes ago.” My body sings in response. No point in denying it was good. He’s got his fingers coated in the evidence. I shrug. “I like the way you fuck. Doesn’t mean I like you.”

I should withdraw, should maintain the distance Beast has established. The better to play this game out. I can’t. I never did have a damn bit of sense where this woman was concerned. I cup her jaw and kiss her. The second my tongue strokes along hers, Beast stops playing around and picks up his pace. I jump when he braces a hand on my thigh and lift my head enough to look at him.

Kissing her after all this time feels like crashing through a hard shell I spent so long building up from the ruins of my heart. Melodramatic? Fuck yes. But it’s the truth. I never stopped wanting her. I never stopped loving her, either.

This arrangement is required for their agreement to return to the territory. That’s it. Yes, I crave rough sex and, yes, I’m weirdly turned on by Beast’s harsh words and carelessness with me, but that doesn’t mean I want to submit to either of these men outside the bedroom.

My chest gives a sickening lurch. Oh gods, maybe I’m not ready for this after all. Sex is one thing. Sleeping together is something else altogether.

All amusement flees Sienna’s face, and she goes ice cold. “There is always another way, baby sister. Where are you? If those two fuckheads think they can force you to be their sex doll for the next two weeks, I’ll castrate them myself.”

I keep my eyes shut, unwilling to break the sleepy spell wrapped around me, and coast my hands up her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her breasts. She grinds her ass more insistently against me.

She didn’t sleep over nearly as often as I would have liked, but every time it happened, we woke up just like this. Her body moving restlessly against mine, my cock sliding into her before either of us was fully awake.

I cup her pussy and have to fight back a curse when I find her wet. Slowly, oh so slowly, I trace her opening. Teasing us both. She goes perfectly still except to spread her thighs to allow me better access. Good girl. I drag my mouth over the line of her shoulder and shift down the slightest amount.

I can pretend this is a dream until the end of time, but there’s no mistaking the way Gaeton’s weight dips the mattress on the other side of Isabelle. We entered into this bargain together, and it feels too close to what we had before to just fuck her now while he sleeps on beside us. Too separate.

I stop playing with Isabelle’s clit and pull the sheets off us, exposing us to Gaeton’s sight. There’s no mistaking exactly what we were doing, exactly how close to fucking we are.

Gaeton takes his time. He stares at my cock long enough that I can actually feel myself getting harder under his attention. The man looks at my dick like he wants to suck me dry.

Last night was supposed to be a one-time thing, us proving a point, though I’ll be the first to admit one has to squint a bit to make that logic work. Truth be told, I don’t want it to be a one-time thing. All our pent-up aggression is one match strike away from being pure lust.

I’ve always suspected it, but last night more than proved my theory. Having his ass like that was barely enough to whet my appetite. Surely he feels the same way? Why not take advantage of this opportunity and fuck out ...

He doesn’t hesitate. He slides down the mattress and then his mouth is around my cock and I have to press my forehead to the back of Isabelle’s neck to keep from making a sound. The man doesn’t play coy. He sucks me down like his next breath is on the other side of my length.

I’m not in control now. I didn’t have a plan when I started this, and now I’m simply hanging on to Isabelle and riding the waves of pleasure Gaeton’s giving me. He moves almost all the way off my cock and gives me several rough strokes while he tongues my slit. This time, I can’t keep my curse inside. “Fuck, Gaeton.”

“Is he licking your pussy, princess?” I hold her still as she gasps. “Yes.” A movement and he sucks hard on the head of my cock, and then he’s gone, obviously giving her clit the same treatment. Over and over again, until my legs are shaking and I can’t stand it any longer.

“Finish one or both, Gaeton. Now.” “Finish it yourself.” He fists my cock, guiding me to Isabelle’s entrance, until I’m buried in her up to the point where he grips me. Holy shit.

I start to fuck her and she’s moaning and whimpering and shaking from his tongue on her clit, but Gaeton’s fist keeps us both from what we need. From my cock seated deep inside her. From rough, strong strokes designed to get us both off. Instead, we’r...

Then Isabelle cries out and her pussy clamps around me as she comes. It’s still not enough. Fuck, ...

Gaeton moves down and then he’s licking my cock around where I’m buried in Isabelle, as if trying to clean her orgasm right off me. I reach around her and dig my fingers into his hair. Finally, finally, he releases me and I ...

I fucking lose it. “Roll over.” I don’t wait for them to obey. I’m already moving, hooking Isabelle around the waist and going to my knees behind her with Gaeton on his back between our spread thighs. I lean back and press my hand to his chest. “Don’t you fucking stop until I’m coming.” “Yes, Sir,” he growls...

I press a hand to the middle of Isabelle’s back and she eagerly lands on her chest, her ass in the air. It doesn’t escape my notice that I had Gaeton in damn near this same position last night. It feels so right to do this now, to drive deep into her while his mouth is...

Gaeton grips one of my thighs with his big hand and then his wet finger is at my ass, pressing deep so that my own thrusts have him fucking ...

She fists the sheets, thrusting back to meet my strokes until the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room. ...

I comply. I grip her hips and yank her back onto my cock as I surge forward. Again and again and again, fighting against my building pleasure to ensure she comes a second time, to feel her pussy spasm around me again. And then she’s o...

It’s too much. I can’t hold out any longer. I moan as I follow her over the edge, pumping her full of my come. She slumps forward onto the mattress and Gaeton lifts his head to suck my half-hard cock into ...

“We’re going to play a game.” Alarm bells peal through my head, but I’m too busy trying not to rock my pussy against his chest like a wanton creature to listen. “Okay.”

“Your pussy still aches to be filled up, doesn’t it?” Honesty. I promised honesty. I close my eyes, but it somehow makes it worse so I open them again. “Yes.”

“You want to come on my cock while you’re still flushed with what he did to you.” He pinches my clit between the fingers of his other hand, making me jump.

“And then when you’re done with me, you want him to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you again.

Hell, I bet you’d get off on his fucking you right in front of me. Of rubbing it in my face that I wasn’t enough for you. And then as soon as he’s finished, y...

“Today we’re passing you back and forth just like you deserve.” He gives my clit another squeeze. “Do you want to be our little slut today?” There’s only one answer. There was only ever one answer. I don’t even have to stop to remind myself to be honest this time. “Yes. I want all that. Everything you said.”

“I didn’t set the terms for this, either. You did. You both demand honesty and then make me pay for giving it to you. Don’t act like I came back into your lives because I wanted to play with your cocks and your hearts at the same time. That was your decision.” “Yes, it was.” He moves off the bed and stands. “Which is why I’m taking responsibility for it.”

It didn’t feel the same as last night. When Beast began moving at my back, both of us still mostly asleep … When Gaeton slipped down the bed and started sucking Beast’s cock … When he licked my clit while Beast fucked me … None of that felt like a carefully directed scene. It just felt like us.

I am responsible for so much of it, but it’s not like I tied them up and forced them to agree to anything. They pursued me for months before I admitted I couldn’t pick one of them over the other, and they told me that I didn’t have to. My only sin is loving them both and refusing to choose.

They are the ones who decided that dating me at the same time was a good idea, but everyone conveniently forgets that when we talk about the past.

That hurt goes both ways. It’s always gone both ways.

My role in this is to let them work out their anger on me until the time is up and they come home. A sacrificial lamb of sorts. That’s it. Only thirteen days left.

“You fucked both of them, didn’t you?” “Not technically.” Sienna rolls her eyes. “You know damn well that penis-in-vagina isn’t the only thing that qualifies as sex, so don’t play technicalities with me.”

“It’s rather brilliant of you to use sex to get both of them back in line. For such intelligent men, your pussy makes them into fools.”

They were both on their best behavior, as shiny as new pennies, but there was an element of danger that drew me. And the way they looked at me … Beast like he wanted to eat me whole. Gaeton like he wanted to fall to his knees and worship me in the most sinful way possible.

I couldn’t have known then how that moment would turn into my attempting to date both of them for two agonizingly long years before it all went up in flames.

I want Isabelle. I never stopped wanting Isabelle, even when every moment away from her drove me out of my mind with jealousy because I knew she was with Beast and he was giving her things I never could. That jealousy might be nowhere in evidence now, but it doesn’t change the history. There’s too much pain there, too many fuck-ups.

I’m no closer to finding answers now than I was before agreeing to this. Last night he fucked me. This morning I sucked his cock. It’s one hell of a problem. Not that I regret it. I don’t. But now that I know what he’s like in bed, I’m craving more.

“Last night, I might have agreed with you. Now?” He shrugs. “We need this.” “Which we, Beast? You and Isabelle? Me and you? Sure as fuck not me and Isabelle.”

“If her choice was so obvious, it wouldn’t have stretched out as long as it did. You were the one who left her.” And then she left Beast.