The Beast (Wicked Villains, #4)

by Katee Robert

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.

Hate this

On the other hand, if you lie to us, this whole thing is off. Not using your safe word when you need to is a fucking lie. Do you understand?”

Ew

Her expression goes a little sharp. “Since I took over Tink’s old position as Meg’s second-in-command.” That, I didn’t expect. Tink was mean enough to keep even the Dominants in line when she needed to. Aurora is … not. But Meg isn’t the type of woman to make mistakes when it comes to the club, so she must see something I haven’t.

I am so excited for Aurora

fleeing a losing war in Sabine Valley.

Where is this? I have head of it before

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? I’m partly to blame for that. I let my carefully couched questions fade to silence when I found them resistant. I never pushed for the things I truly fantasized about. I let them put me on a pedestal and I told myself I was lucky to have the two men I wanted most in my life.

I hate this trope

“Would you like me to make an algorithm based on their strengths and attributes?” She’s speaking faster, her mind already twelve steps ahead of this conversation. “I’ll need some key data from you in order to make it accurate. You have your phone on you, good, good, I’ll email you the questions. Get them back to me as quickly as possible and I’ll have a logical answer by the end of the week.”

Sienna is me

I swallow past my suddenly dry throat. “Be my guest.”

Good god... Barf.. Cringe

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 the way Gaeton and I crave? Apparently our princess does.

I don't really like the beast. Isabelle is kinda awful. Gaeton is just a baby and needs to be held

I won’t say it. Not now. No matter what I told them, now isn’t the time for honesty from me. Too much truth can harm, and we’re sitting too precariously for me to do something to spin us out of balance. So I lie.

I don’t like beast

“Trust me, princess. I have this all under control.”

You have not even told her that your intentions changed

Dinner is a subdued event. The food is amazing, but then Hook always had a knack for putting together a meal. I still circle around to his and Tink’s place once every couple of weeks for dinner and some friendly fucking. If Isabelle chooses me, that’s out of the question for obvious reasons.

1. I want hook 2. You are limiting Isabelle again

Why is he being so intentionally naive? It’s not a word I would have dreamed to apply to this man, but there’s no other way to describe it. He’s too smart to believe the shit he’s spewing.

Because he isn't honest

He glances at Aurora, who can’t quite hide her glee. “Don’t think we’ve missed your role in all this.” She sits back on her heels a tiny amount. “You mean my role where I was about to make your girlfriend come harder than either of you ever could?” Beast blinks, actual surprise on his face before he locks it down. “You’re just asking for a hard fuck, aren’t you, Aurora?” She holds his gaze and drags the flat of her tongue over my pussy. “Are you offering?”

Aurora is God

Gaeton crosses his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh. And what happens if your long-lost love shows up in Carver City? You’re going to drop us like yesterday’s trash to run off and retake Sabine Valley with him.” Beast flinches. Actually flinches. “Cohen is dead. He’s been dead for nearly a decade.” “And if he isn’t?” I should jump in, should derail this line of questioning, but I’m holding my breath because I want an answer, too. I know about Beast’s ex, of course. I know that he never made it here to meet Beast and that the loss haunts him still. It never occurred to me the man could show up, or what would happen if he did. “Do you know something we don’t?” “No. But it’s a question that needs to be asked.” He’s staring hard at Beast. “We’re his second choice. Or second and third.” “No, you’re not second choice. And neither of you is third.” Beast looks like he wants to shut down this line of conversation, but he finally sighs. “I’m not the same person I was nine years ago. If Cohen is still alive, he’s not the same man I fell in love with. He’s my past. You—both of you—are my future. Together. No one above the other.” I slip my hand back into his. Talking about this can’t be easier than hearing it. He’s trying to lead by example, and as much as I don’t like the idea of Cohen showing up to put it to the test, Gaeton is right. It had to be asked. “This might blow up in our faces.”

This is actually so incredibly stupid. If this happens I will be pissed and scream

“I have business with Olympus, which is troubling because I’m no longer welcome within the city limits.” She shrugs. “I’m sure you understand.”

What is this fucking world