Her Beast

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says, Caleb. You’re not to tell her shit, or to confuse her.”

“She’s eighteen.”

“She’s fucking mine!” He glared at his brother, and movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to Dwayne. “You got a problem with that?”

Dwayne held his hands up. “I don’t know what is going on, and like always I’m the last one to find out.”

“You’re not like our father,” Caleb said. “She’s … weak. She didn’t grow up with this, and what do you think’s going to happen when she discovers the involvement you had with her parents?”

Beast stared at his brother and his nephew. “I’m not giving her up. She doesn’t find out about that, and if either of you says anything, you better hope I don’t feel like I need to lose a brother.”

Picking up the plate of food, he made his way toward her room.

Nothing was going to make him give her up.

He didn’t knock on the door; he entered and found her sitting on the bed, staring at the books in front of her.

Closing the door behind him, he watched her for several seconds. Neither of them spoke, and he liked that she didn’t always feel the need to talk. He wished she would talk now, though, so he knew what was going on in her mind.

“I’ve killed people that needed to be taken care of.”

“What about the cops?”

He shook his head. “I’ve got men who turn a blind eye.”

She nodded. “Are you like the mafia?”

“No. I’m not.”

“What is it then?”

“I’m a guy that inherited responsibilities. I have legitimate businesses, and I have some that I don’t want to talk about. My father taught me everything that I know, and after he killed my mother, I took care of him.”

Her mouth opened and closed.

“I’m telling you this because you’ve seen darkness, Hope, and you’ve come out of it. You’ve heard the rumors, and I’ve told you before I’m not a nice guy. I’m not the Prince Charming in this story. I never have been. I never will be. I’m the kind of guy your mother warned you about.” He laughed. “I shouldn’t even be here right now, and I certainly shouldn’t have fucked you. I don’t know what it is about you to be honest. I can’t get enough of you, and even when I try to stay away, I find myself drawn back to you.”

He put the plate on the dressing table and moved toward the bed. One by one, he closed her books, and she didn’t fight him.

Her gaze was on his, and he saw she was taking deep breaths. Her shirt pressed against her tits, showing off her hard nipples, and his cock responded. He wanted to fill her pussy, flood her with his cum, and watch as her pussy leaked it out. There were so many dirty things he wanted to do to her, and he would.

Beast intended to make her crave him just as he did her.

He held out his hand, and without hesitation she placed her hand in his. “What I can promise you, Hope, is you’ll never see this life. It’ll never touch you. You’re safe here, and I can guarantee that.”

Putting his hands on her hips, he tugged her forward.

“Do you want me to leave? Do you want me to forget how good your pussy felt wrapped around my cock, and that you wanted me to teach you?”

“I don’t want you to leave.” She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers tracing over his heart. “I want you to promise me that when I graduate, you’ll let me walk away.”

He gritted his teeth. That was going to be next to impossible, but he had ways and means of making what he wanted happen.

“I agree.” It wasn’t the first time that he’d lied, and he doubted it would be his last.

Hope called to a part of him he’d long thought dead. He wanted to be a better man for her. The women he fucked, he didn’t care about, and he never had.

She was the only one that made him ache.

Teasing the edge of her shirt, he tugged it over her head and dropped it to the floor. Cupping one of her breasts, he teased the nipple, relishing her moan as he pinched the hard bud. “All I’ve been able to think about all day is these tits bouncing as you ride my dick. I want that. Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

He took possession of her lips, pushing her back to the bed. She sat on the edge, and he stepped out of his pants, kicking off his shoes.

Gripping the waist of her bottoms, he took them off, and groaned as he saw the evidence of her arousal. She hadn’t even bothered with panties, and he liked that. Skimming his hands down her thighs, he spread her open and slid a single finger inside her.