The Beast Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #4)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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The mattress gives a little as Beast climbs up behind me. I might imagine the way he catches his breath. 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.

He catches my hips, digging his fingers in until it hurts. I moan and have to fight myself not to thrust back against his grip. “That’s it,” he murmurs. He palms my ass, squeezing and spreading me.

I half expect him to simply go for it. I am not prepared for what sure as fuck feels like appreciation.

Isabelle is looking down my body as if she has a chance in hell at seeing what he’s doing. It makes me laugh. “Like I said: punishment.”

Beast spreads lube down my ass crack and presses a single finger into me. “You fuck Hook.”

“Yeah,” I grind out.

“He takes your ass rough.”

It’s not a question, but I answer it all the same. “Yeah. He pounds my ass.”

More lube. “Good.” He removes his finger, and then the head of his thick cock is pressing against me. I can feel the cool metal of his piercing and then it’s just sheer fullness. I exhale slowly and try to relax into it.

When Beast speaks again, his voice has gone even more gravelly. “Keep your cock away from her pussy. Anything else goes.”

“Yes … Sir.” The words feel dragged from my throat. It’s just for this scene, just to deliver this punishment. 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.”

Beast barely lets me adjust to his size before he’s moving again. For all his promises of a rough fucking, he takes his time finding the right stroke that has me squirming on his thick length. My body goes hot and my cock is so hard, I have half a thought that I might come without anyone touching it.

Isabelle writhes beneath me, trying to see, to touch, to do something. “I hate you both!”

A small vindictive part of me enjoys how the tables have turned. She’s part of this, and yet kept separate. It’s nowhere near enough to balance the scales, but it’s a start.

Beast presses a hand to my back, urging me down so my ass is in the air and he’s sinking deeper yet. “Tease her.”

“You bastard, I swear—” She trails off in a whimper as I brace my elbows on either side of her chest so I can palm her breasts and press them together for easier access. Isabelle always did have sensitive nipples, and a year hasn’t changed that. I tongue her, but I’m too distracted by Beast’s cock in my ass to do a proper job of it.

He’s fully fucking me now. Strong, driving thrusts that I’m forced to brace against to avoid being shoved up Isabelle’s body. “Fuuuuuck.”

“How close?”

Strange that for all I dislike this man intensely, we’ve worked together for enough years that it’s no effort to read between the lines. “I’m close.”

He catches my left upper arm and tows me up and off Isabelle, until my back is pressed against his front. I have a good six inches on him, so he has to stretch to sink his teeth into the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck. I curse and shudder and, fuck, that’s good.

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.

His low voice caresses my ear. “Come all over her pussy, Gaeton. Punish her.”

Another stroke. Two. On the third I lose control. I come so fucking hard, it feels like the top of my head explodes. 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.

Beast shoves me back down on all fours and resumes his relentless pace. I didn’t realize he was holding back, not until the moment he stops holding back. Each thrust drives a grunt from my throat, and I have to brace hard against the mattress, my face pressed against Isabelle’s sternum, to keep from sliding with the force of them. It feels so fucking good. I never want it to stop.


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