The Beast (Wicked Villains 4)

“Maybe a little.” Just like that, I settle into this almost-me role I’m playing. I look up into his eyes and smile sweetly. “Can I be perfectly honest?”

“Always.”

I press my hands to his big chest and go up on my toes. It makes me wobble a little, and he catches my hips, his pinkie fingers dipping down to the bare skin of my thighs. I tug his shirt until he lowers his head so I can whisper in his ear. “I want to be wicked.”

“That so?” His voice lowers. “Is your pussy needy, little slut?”

There’s a deeper game, a deeper role playing going on here, and it thrills me that I’m so out of my element. “Yes.”

Gaeton shifts my hips back, putting a little distance between us. I’m about to protest when I feel Beast’s hand on the lower curve of my ass, delving forward to cup my pussy. Shock steals my breath and I look up at Gaeton. He uses his hold on my hips to rock me against Beast’s hand. “Just an appetizer.”

“For what?” I spread my legs a little and Beast pushes three fingers into me and then spreads my wetness up around my clit. I’m soaked and they’ve barely touched me. It’s the situation, the fantasy, that has me shaking with need. Beast firms up his hand again and Gaeton resumes moving me against his palm.

It feels dirty. Like they own me. I love it. I have no idea if anyone is watching them get me off right here at the bar, but I don’t care. I want people to watch. I want Beast to yank up my dress so they can all see how wet I am, how aching. Pleasure sparks, gathering in my lower belly. “Gaeton, please.”

“Please, what?” He’s speaking low, the words meant just for me.

“What is wrong with me?” I grip the front of his shirt, hanging on even as he uses me to grind in that agonizingly slow rhythm that’s about fifteen seconds from sending me to the moon. “Why do I feel like you’ve doused me in gasoline and I might die if someone doesn’t light a match?”

“Because we’re the ones who will give it to you.” Gaeton doesn’t touch me except where he holds my hips, but he surrounds me despite that. “Because the next time you orgasm, it will be when you’re fucking whoever offers to buy you a drink because we will it.” His lips brush my temple. “Come all over Beast’s hand, Isabelle. Try to be quiet so no one knows that you’re a little slut who couldn’t wait to get somewhere private before riding her man’s hand to orgasm.”

I cling to him as I come, clamping my lips together to keep my moans silent. Beast carefully removes his hand and then Gaeton lifts me to sit on Beast’s lap and nudges my legs together. Just like that, Gaeton’s got his cocky grin in place. “Did you see who she was talking to, Beast?”

Beast bands an arm across my hips, holding me to him so tightly, it’s almost uncomfortable. “Do you often flirt with other people when your men are right here?”

Confusion flares, quickly followed by a delicious curl of shame that makes my pussy pulse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Didn’t you, princess?” His lips brush my ear. When I glance at the mirror angled above the bar, his eyes are cold and calculated. “Your pussy was practically dripping before you made it to the bar. Were you fantasizing about fucking Alaric?”

“I—”

Gaeton runs his hand up my thigh and pushes two blunt fingers into me. “Answer honestly.”

“Yes.”

Beast nips my neck, making me jump. “That’s not all, though, is it. You were flushed when you walked through the door.” He winds his free hand through my hair, tilting my head back. “You were thinking about Aurora, too, weren’t you?”

“I—”

Gaeton gives me several rough pumps of his fingers. “Honesty, Isabelle.” His skin has gone flushed and I can’t tell if he looks angry or turned on. “Were you thinking about her pretty mouth all over your pussy? Fantasizing about walking in here for our date while your knees are shaking from how hard she made you come?”

“Yes, okay? I was thinking about it.”

He smoothly withdraws his fingers and nudges my knees together. “Thought so.”

“Two cocks aren’t good enough for you.” Beast releases me and sets me carefully on my feet. “You wound us, princess.”

I tug my hem down a little. I can’t tell what’s pretend and what’s real. “You told me—”

Beast’s eyes flash. “Mind the card. That’s the presiding command tonight.” He leans in and brushes a kiss across my lips. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished for playing the little slut.”

Understanding dawns. A new layer they’ve offered me. To be wicked, yes, to be caught and punished. I smile up at him. “I love you.” I turn that smile on Gaeton. “I love you both.”