We were yin and yang.
We were black and white.
We were beauty and the beast.
We were life and death and the ugly truth of it all.
“Beast,” she mewled into my mouth, and I sucked my name off her traitorous tongue, her body still holding onto me like she didn’t want to let me go, not now, not ever.
We stayed like that for several minutes, our mouths moving, our bodies still connected, our combined juices running down her smooth thighs as we both let the euphoria slip away and reality slide back in like a thief, stealing our happiness.
Belle kissed me like she never wanted to stop, and I kissed her back because I didn’t want it to end. I wanted Belle like I’d never wanted anything or anyone in my life. She was family, she was home, she was safety. She was the arms I needed at the end of every day. She was the blood that made my heart pump. She was the air my lungs needed, and she was what I’d been searching for my entire miserable life.
Eventually my cock softened, and her ass relaxed enough that I slipped out of her. She gave another whimper as I left her body and we lay down together, side by side, her back to my front as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in a protective embrace like I could stop what was coming next from harming her. But I couldn’t.
“Go back to sleep, Belle,” I whispered, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
“Beast?” she whispered back, sounding exhausted.
“What?”
“I think I love you,” she said, sounding heartbroken.
And I was too.
Devastated and heartbroken that the one woman I finally gave my cold, rotten heart to had turned out to be a traitor.
“Go to sleep,” I said instead of returning the sentiment, my stomach feeling sick, and my head and my heart pounding in unison.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“So am I,” I replied, and squeezed her harder. “You have no idea.”
I kissed her shoulder where I’d bitten her, marking her perfect skin, inhaling her scent and listening for when her breathing became even and she fell back to sleep, and then I climbed out of bed.
Chapter Fourteen
~ BEAST ~
“You know what she did,” Rider said, leaning forward in his chair.
I nodded solemnly, because it was true, I did. There was no denying it.
“Then you know the club can’t let it go, brother. She has to pay in blood for her treachery. It’s the way of the club,” Rider added.
“Club law,” Gauge agreed with a growl.
I swallowed thickly, my hands steepled in front of me. I was trying to keep my calm instead of losing my shit like I normally did, but I could feel the anger and rage bubbling and churning in my gut.
“I get that it hurts,” Dom said, his eyebrows pulled in deep, “but you have to see beyond that. You have to see the damage she could have caused. The men she could have gotten killed.”
I looked at him sharply. “You think I don’t? You think I don’t see how fucked up this is? Because I do. This isn’t how it was supposed to go down…” I dragged a hand through my hair and sighed. “I can’t help how I feel, brothers.”
And there it was.
I was Beast, the Enforcer, the most brutal man in the club’s history. I had no limits, no restrictions on what I would or wouldn’t do. No shame. No fear of retribution. No hard line… and right now I was talking about motherfuckin’ feelings. I shook my head. What the hell was happening to me?
“This is fucked up,” Casa said from his seat, and I could hear his foot tapping on the floor as his leg bounced. “Seriously fuckin’ fucked up.”
