The Beast (Wicked Villains 4)

I press a hand to the middle of Isabelle’s back and she eagerly lands on her chest, her ass in the air. It doesn’t escape my notice that I had Gaeton in damn near this same position last night. It feels so right to do this now, to drive deep into her while his mouth is all over me below.

I feel fucking immortal. I don’t ever want to stop.

Gaeton grips one of my thighs with his big hand and then his wet finger is at my ass, pressing deep so that my own thrusts have him fucking my ass even as I fuck Isabelle’s pussy.

She fists the sheets, thrusting back to meet my strokes until the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room. “Harder, Beast. Fuck me harder.”

I comply. I grip her hips and yank her back onto my cock as I surge forward. Again and again and again, fighting against my building pleasure to ensure she comes a second time, to feel her pussy spasm around me again. And then she’s orgasming, writhing so intensely, I can barely keep hold of her. It’s too much. I can’t hold out any longer. I moan as I follow her over the edge, pumping her full of my come. She slumps forward onto the mattress and Gaeton lifts his head to suck my half-hard cock into his mouth. He releases me with a wicked grin. “My turn.”

Sweet Jesus, I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, but I’m suddenly sure that two weeks is nowhere near enough time.

Chapter 10

Isabelle

I’m still recovering from what we just did when Gaeton crawls up the bed to flop onto his back next to me. “Come here, Isabelle.” There’s a depth of so many things in his voice, but I focus on the lust because it hurts the least.

I put my hand in his and let him pull me up to straddle his chest. He’s so big, I’m spread wide just to maintain my perch. Gaeton drags his thumb over my clit and I shiver in response. “Sore?”

I’m already shaking my head. “No.”

“You will be.” His grin widens, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. He gives my clit another lazy stroke. “We’re going to play a game.”

Alarm bells peal through my head, but I’m too busy trying not to rock my pussy against his chest like a wanton creature to listen. “Okay.”

“You’re a dirty little slut who’s sharing two men.” His voice is warm, devoid of anything but need.

I still jerk back. “Don’t.”

“A game, Isabelle.” This from Beast, who’s propped himself up on the pillows next to us. Close enough to touch if he wanted, but he makes no move to do so. “Your pussy still aches to be filled up, doesn’t it?”

Honesty. I promised honesty. I close my eyes, but it somehow makes it worse so I open them again. “Yes.”

Beast’s lips curve the tiniest bit, though his eyes stay cold and watchful. “Imagine you just left my bed. My come is dripping down your thighs, but it’s not enough. You want to feel a little bad, don’t you? A little wrong. A little dirty.”

How does he do this to me? He keeps drawing for the dark parts of me that I’ve done my best to hide. Gaeton touches my chin and I’m helpless to do anything but open my eyes. He’s not smiling now. “You want to come on my cock while you’re still flushed with what he did to you.” He pinches my clit between the fingers of his other hand, making me jump. “And then when you’re done with me, you want him to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you again. Hell, I bet you’d get off on his fucking you right in front of me. Of rubbing it in my face that I wasn’t enough for you. And then as soon as he’s finished, you come straddle me and do the same to him.” He brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. “All day, Isabelle. His cock then mine then his again. And when you ache too much for more, we’ll take turns tasting that pussy.”

My mind has gone terrifyingly blank. “But—”

“Today we’re passing you back and forth just like you deserve.” He gives my clit another squeeze. “Do you want to be our little slut today?”

There’s only one answer. There was only ever one answer. I don’t even have to stop to remind myself to be honest this time. “Yes. I want all that. Everything you said.”

Gaeton looks up at me. There was a time when I could read every thought it as it passed through his mind. He never bothered to hide them from me, trusted me enough to be an open book for me to read at my leisure. Or at least that’s what I used to think. Now I know better. Gaeton may have been an open book, but he was in a language I only vaguely understood. He traces his hands down my body to land on my hips and gives them a squeeze. “No.”