Page 37 of Beast
“You want to play games, little Bella?”
“No.”
My eyes are blurry, and my legs are still weak from the orgasm that just ripped through me. I can barely stand. I can barely breathe. But beneath Javi’s release, his war still rages on. There is no escape for me.
He hoists me up again and drops me back into the hole that I came in from. And then he kneels down and pats me on the head.
“Run, run as fast as you can, beauty,” he says. “Don’t let me catch you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Itryto stay away from her.
I try.
But she saw. She went into that room, and she saw. And now I want to punish her. I want to beat her ass red and then fuck it. I want to fuck her.
The virgin.
The innocent.
The beauty.
She was not made to be fucked by a beast like me. Beautiful things are not meant to be touched. But I have touched her, anyway.
How can I ever forget it now?
The softness of her skin. The catch in her breath. The way she looked face down while I debased her. The way I rubbed my come into her flesh.
My claim is carved into her arm. Her blood still coats my fingers.
A woman's body is the most sacred thing on earth. That's what River told me when he brought me my first. A prostitute. She wasn't soft like Isabella. But I fucked her nonetheless. She paid me weekly visits for two years. She let me do whatever I wanted to her.
Until I saw her. Until I saw my Bella. Young and faultless and pure as snow. My dick never wanted anyone else after that. But I had to keep it to myself.
Her father couldn't know the depravities that lay hidden within my mind. The depravities I imagined with his own daughter. The most sacred thing on earth.
I kept those thoughts at bay. I told myself that I could never indulge them because he was the one. He was the one I would destroy.But he is gone now. There is nothing to stop me. Nothing to hold me back.
I want to take her. I want to make her mine. I try to tell myself I can't. That I won't.
But I know it's a lie.
It's always been a lie.
Ismellher before I see her.
The scent of her arousal is still strong. Contaminated with fear and the copper of her blood.
Damp earth sinks beneath my feet as I follow her through the darkness.
She is trying to be quiet. But as I close in on her, she cannot hide the terror in her breaths. And I know when I touch her skin, her pulse will throb against my fingers. I will touch that dread in her veins. And then I will taste it on my lips.
I hunt her through the darkness, and her footsteps quicken. She knows I’m coming. She just doesn’t know when or where.
She stops up ahead beneath a sliver of light, shoving desperately on a trap door that won’t open. The light creates a kaleidoscope of her face, washing it in shattered splinters of orange and the salt of her tears.
Her hope is gone.
