The Beast (Wicked Villains, #4)

by Katee Robert

“You don’t want to sink into Isabelle’s sweet little pussy while I pound your ass like I did last night?”

“I want to fuck you.” He says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. He wants to fuck me, so he will. “You want to fuck me. There’s never been a better time to get it out of our system, if you want to call it that.”

“Be my guest.” Beast doesn’t move. “Say yes.” As if I’m in danger of saying anything else. “Hell yes. Suck me off, you bastard. Make it good.”

Beast taps my thigh sharply. “Eyes on me, Gaeton.” I obey, and just like that, I’m not thinking about Isabelle. I’m held captive by Beast’s baby blues as he sucks my cock into his mouth. He has to fight a little to work himself down my length, until his lips meet my base. It feels so fucking good, my thighs quiver and I have to lean harder against the wall.

He growls low in his throat, and I feel it all the way to my balls. The back of my head hits the tile and I have to close my eyes. “Fuck.”

I already know I’m not going to like this, just like I recognize that I’ve gone too far to change my mind now. He fucked my ass last night. We’ve both given each other blowjobs this morning. This roller coaster has reached its peak and we’re half a breath from free fall.

“Are you furious at Isabelle for wanting to play the part of our dirty little slut? Or are you furious at yourself for wanting it, too?”

“Life is too short, too uncertain, to deny yourself what you want.” He plays his fingers up the underside of my cock and then grips me just behind the head. It’s still not enough to do more than tease, not when I just came so hard, but it feels so fucking good.

“If we don’t deal with it, the three of us will rip the entire territory apart.” Leaving is no longer an option. I don’t know if it ever was. I finally nod. “Okay. I’m in.”

I was a dick earlier. I humiliated her, and then we left her hanging. If it was part of the plan, that’d be one thing, but I can’t pretend it was. I wanted to hurt her, and so I did. An asshole move in a normal relationship. Damn near unforgivable when she’s entrusting herself to us the way she is.

No matter which way I go, I’m going to walk out of this apartment bleeding from a soul wound I might never recover from. No matter what decision I make, I’m going to hurt a man I care about very deeply.

“But if either of you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’m out. You want me here and you want me honest, but you don’t get to play verbal punching bag with me in response to that honesty.”

“You both lied to me the entire time we were dating. You held yourselves back, you presented me with one side of yourself and nothing more. You kept this from me.”

“You both decided you knew what I needed and you didn’t stop to talk to me about it. Not once.”

“And what the fuck did you think was going to happen if I did choose? That you’d just be happy with sweet, vanilla sex for the rest of your life? That we wouldn’t start resenting each other for the parts we weren’t allowed to show? That eventually one of us wouldn’t set the whole relationship on fire just to feel something?”

“No. You don’t get to do that. You do not get to whore-or-virgin me. I’m a person and people are complicated. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me.”

“I am a princess. I’m spoiled and proud and loyal. I value freedom above all else, sometimes to my detriment. I am not perfect, and I don’t want to be with someone who needs me to be perfect to love me.”

“I’m also a little slut who loves to be fucked dirty, with a some degradation thrown in for spice.”

I have to work to take him deep, fighting inch by inch down his length while he holds perfectly still and does nothing to help. The only sign he’s affected is a faint flushing of his cheeks. Once he’s sheathed completely inside me, I pause, enjoying the feeling of being so full of him.

“You interrupted my morning with your needy pussy, practically begging me to fill you up. Get yourself off. Now.” There it is, that delicious sting of humiliation. It feels dirty to ride him like this while he sits there and tolerates it. Like I’m just as much a little slut as he calls me.

That’s when I look over his shoulder and meet Beast’s gaze. The strength of it shocks me so much, my rhythm hitches. I might have expected jealousy if I thought about it at all, but it’s nowhere in evidence. He looks at us like he owns us, like we’re two players acting out his favorite fantasy, as if he’s enjoying this moment even more than I am.

“No, little slut. You’re here for this cock. You don’t get to make eyes at him while you’re filled up with me.” The words almost sound jealous, but Gaeton’s eyes are full of heat as he looks over my shoulder at Beast. He refocuses on me. “Finish what you started, greedy girl.”

Maybe it’s silly to put so much importance on a kiss when he’s had his mouth all over me, when he kissed me last night, when his cock is currently stretching me uncomfortably full, but I can’t help it. I shift closer still, my cheek brushing his with every stroke.

“Maybe mean is exactly what you want, Isabelle. Someone to put you in your place and fuck you dirty just like you need it.” He’s right there, so close to my mouth that I can taste his exhale. “Maybe one cock will never be enough for you.”

He grabs my hips and slams me down on his length. I cry out, but Gaeton kisses me, eating down the sound as he works me over his cock, taking exactly the angle I need to get off while he plunders my mouth. He overwhelms my senses.

Higher and higher I climb, until I’m sobbing against his lips, a wild thing that can’t get enough, will never get enough, so hungry for pleas...

Gaeton kisses me like I’m his world. Everything else might have changed, but that hasn’t. I’m still trying to drink down a year’s worth of that feeling when an arm bands around my waist and yanks me off Gaeton.

“How about a bet, Gaeton? How many orgasms do you think our Isabelle can stand before she begs for mercy?” He gives my clit a little slap that has me jumping. “I think twelve.” “Give her a little credit. Fifteen, at least.”

Fifteen orgasms? I don’t know if I can survive it. “If I’m right, I fuck your ass again tonight.” Beast’s hand spasms the tiniest bit on my back. “If you’re right, you can take mine.”

“And if she holds out past fifteen?” Beast leans over me, pressing against my back, his cock hard against my ass. “Then as a reward...

My trepidation turns to anticipation. I arch back against Beast. “I can handle more than fifteen.” His laugh vibrates against my ba...

Control is the only god I worship. It’s always been that way, because my survival has always depended on it.

I learned to set my eyes on a goal and be utterly ruthless in doing whatever it took to achieve it. It wasn’t enough back then, but that same drive propelled me up the ranks when I came to the Man in Black’s territory.

That control is what allowed me to date Isabelle at the same time as Gaeton. I wanted her. Eventually, I loved her. Competing for her love with him the same way we competed for everything else—power, status, money—felt like a natural extension of our already contentious relationship.

With every orgasm we draw from Isabelle, I feel that control slipping. We’re playing out a fantasy I never dared allow myself to have, trading her back and forth again and again.

Working together in the pursuit of pleasure instead of being at odds. For her part, Isabelle takes it all with a devious glee that I’ve never seen in her before.

It doesn’t line up with what I thought I knew about this woman. When we made this deal yesterday, I wanted her, yes, but I also wanted to punish her. What kind of princess would want to be fucked dirty th...

I pin her against my chest as Gaeton eats her out, working on her seventh orgasm. He lost his shirt somewhere along the way, but we both have our pants on still. Watching hi...

I’m going to keep them. I don’t know how yet, but the vision of a future together is solidifying in my head the same way all my other goals have in the past, so detailed it feels like w...

“We decided that you were something pure to hold gently in our hands to avoid breaking. We gave you polite sex because we thought that’s what you deserved.”

She reaches for Gaeton, but I catch her wrists and guide them to the small of her back. I kiss her temple because I can’t fucking help it.

She looks like a mess, every bit of fucking written across her appearance, from her tangled hair to the sweat glistening on her skin to the faint bruises marki...

Just as much as I love that there are faint nail marks on Gaeton’s shoulders from her last orgasm and bruises on his hips and thighs from where I gripped him as I fucked h...

Gaeton is nothing like Cohen. He’s brash and ruthless, but he’s got a heart that’s too fucking big. How it hasn’t gotten him killed before now is a mystery to me. Taking that on is a risk. If someone Gaeton cares about is in the mix, he will always run toward danger without thinking instead of engaging in a tactful retreat to find a better way.

Both Gaeton and Isabelle need someone to be that for them. I stroke her with my other hand, a soft exploratory touch that traces over her hips and stomach and chest. Mine.

can be the one to set our course. Fuck, I want to be. I am a beast in truth and not only in name, because I don’t give a fuck about plans and promises. I want them both, no matter what we agreed on fewer than twenty-four hours ago.

don’t care what these two people want right now; this is what I want. Both of them for my own. I’m selfish as shit, because I will do whatever it takes—lie, cheat, play dirty—to ensure it happens. That starts now.

Fuck. If that’s the kind of thing that gets her off—and every piece of evidence I’ve collected for the last twenty-four hours suggests it is—Gaeton and I did her a serious disservice when we were dating. We did ourselves a serious disservice, too.

“I want you to wear one of those short little numbers, the ones that are just shy of being proper, with no panties under it.” He holds her gaze as he speaks, his expression so intense, it steals my breath. “And halfway through, I want to fuck you in that side room off the ballroom, the one where everyone hangs out at the end of the night.

I want to fuck you until I have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet so no one hears you coming only a few feet from the party, and then I want you to walk back out there and make small talk while filled up with my come.”