“This feels sort of…surreal,” she said, looking back into the fire.
“The club? It’s probably the fumes from the fire. I think Casa burned something he shouldn’t have,” I replied.
She giggled. “Not the fire, stupid. Just this. Being here, with you. A year ago I was working my ass off at the hospital and saving up for an apartment. I only had a handful of people in my life and only one family member.”
“And now?” I asked, genuinely curious as to how she viewed things now.
“I don’t know. I have you, for starters, but all my savings are gone and I’m stuck in that stupid trailer still. I have no job, no clue as to what I want to do with my life, and I tortured and killed a man today and then had sex with you while thinking about it…” Her words trailed off and I grabbed her, spinning her in my lap to face me.
I searched her face for something. Anything. But her expression was blank.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said.
“I know,” she said, looking away from me. “It’s just, I don’t know. I have this weight in my chest and it just keeps pressing down on me over and over until I can’t catch my breath. The only time I can breathe is…” She blushed and tried to look away, and I touched the bottom of her chin and brought her gaze back to me.
“Is when?” I frowned.
“Is when you’re inside of me,” she said, no humor to her voice. “When you’re making me…” She swallowed, her cheeks, even in the dark, glowing red.
“When I make you cum?” I smirked, more than happy about that. “Because if that’s what it takes to make you feel better, then I’m more than happy to keep on helping out for as long as it takes.”
She laughed again and it was the purest thing. “Shut up, Beast.” She placed her lips on mine and kissed me, her tongue licking my lips and then pushing between them. The kiss was deep and growing deeper by the second, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without being inside of her again. I realized that I hadn’t taken my pain meds all day. I hadn’t even thought about them. Being with Belle had been enough pain relief.
I reached between us, pressing my thumb down on her clit and rubbing it in slow, steady circles until she gasped into my mouth. My dick was hard enough to cut glass and I gripped her tightly as I stood up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walked us inside.
Cheering rose from around us and I felt her laugh against my mouth, but fuck them if they thought I was stopping for even a second to give them the middle finger. I walked us back into the clubhouse and straight to my old room there, pushing the door open and then kicking it closed behind me before laying her down on the bed.
She was already stripping herself out of her dress and the biker boots I’d got the prospect to drop off earlier before I’d even unbuckled my belt. Her hand dipped between her legs as I pulled my dick out, the heavy weight of desire settling into my stomach as I watched her hand move, my eyes hooded.
“Fuck, Belle,” I said, my hand pulling on my dick until I couldn’t take any more. I climbed onto the bed, pushing her legs apart so I could settle myself between her thighs, the tip of my dick nudging against her wet entrance.
“Fuck me, Beast,” she said, and my nostrils flared at the dirty word on her lips.
I pushed inside of her, driving myself home as my balls slapped against her asshole and my dick nudged the spot inside of her that made her fall apart. She sighed into the air, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as I fucked her slowly. My hips rocked me into her over and over, harder and harder, until I felt her pussy tighten around me and she called out my name loudly. And my name on her lips made my balls draw up and I swore against her lips as I ground myself into her, dousing her pussy with my cum.
I stole glances at her as she pulled her dress back on over her head and she looked around for her panties. I dangled them in front of her with a smirk before slipping them into my pocket.
“Pervert,” she laughed, her cheeks still pink from her orgasm. “Fine, keep them, let’s just hope there isn’t a breeze out there in case my skirt rides up.”
I grinned at her. “I’ll take my chances on that. The less clothing you wear, the better.”
She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed me again and my hand lifted the back of her skirt up to squeeze her naked ass.
“See? It’s already working in my favor.”
“Beast,” she said, her gaze on the painting that Casa had been working on, and I smiled and turned to look at it. She took a step forward, her fingers reaching out, wanting to touch it.
“Not sure why that little fucker decided to paint a giant-ass red rose on my wall, but there it is,” I grumbled, though there was something about it that I loved.
“It’s beautiful. I love it,” she said, staring up at it in awe. “I wonder what it means.”
I shrugged. “No clue. I have no idea what goes through that man’s head.”
Chapter Thirty
~ Belle ~
Beast had gone to talk to Rider and I was sitting by myself drinking a beer at the edge of the party, watching everything and everyone. I didn’t normally like beer that much, and this was the second time in a week, but it didn’t seem the sort of place that I could ask for a glass of red wine, so I went with it. I wanted to be a part of his world so much. I needed to be accepted by these people so we could survive, and I’d do anything to make sure that happened.
