The Beast (Wicked Villains #4) - Katee Robert Page 0,12

“Look, Hercules. She’s so pretty and pink and she’s practically weeping for my cock.” To my endless mortification, the second Hercules’s gaze drops to where Gaeton is spreading my pussy with his fingers, I’m certain I can actually feel myself get wetter.

“She’s been playing the part of the untouchable princess, but it turns out she’s a little slut who wants us to force her to the floor and fuck her rough.” Beast speaks almost conversationally, as if he’s not describing wanton acts. As if he’s not trotting out my shame in explicit detail.

“That’s not what I want.” I’m suddenly sure that’s exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted.

“Yes, it is.” Beast considers me. “I think our princess likes being on display.”

Gaeton shoves a single finger into me roughly and makes an approving noise. “I know she does. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping.”

They’re talking about me like I’m not in the room. Like I’m a plaything and not a person. I love it. I hate it. I have to press my lips together hard to keep a moan inside.

Beast strokes my wrists with his thumbs, the barest softness in the midst of his grinding grip. “Let’s give Hercules a little show.”

“Sounds good.” Gaeton releases my thighs, but before I can do more than kick out once, Beast has me up and against his chest. Gaeton lies on the floor and Beast moves me forward. I realize their intent and start struggling in earnest. I don’t know why I’m fighting. My body aches from what little Gaeton has tongued me. I desperately want the orgasm they promised. More, I … like the idea of being put on display like this?

It’s for that very reason that I fight the hardest. I don’t understand this desire. My body has taken over, and with every inch Beast forces me forward, I get hotter. Gaeton grabs my thighs and lifts me bodily to straddle his face. I stare down at him in shock. “You can’t really mean to—”

Beast straddles Gaeton’s chest and pins my wrists at the small of my back. His other hand comes up to clasp my throat. His grip isn’t rough enough to restrict my breathing, but the faint pressure about makes me come on the spot. And then Gaeton begins eating my pussy and I have to close my eyes. It’s too good, too bad, too everything.

Beast gives my throat a little squeeze. “Eyes open, princess. It’s rude to ignore your audience.”

Almost against my will, I obey his command. From the way Hercules came into the room, I expect him to look like he’s half a second from wading in and dragging me to safety, but something’s changed in the last few minutes. He’s relaxed in the chair and he’s watching avidly, bright pink spots on his cheeks and a blatant cockstand in his slacks that he makes no move to either cover or do something about. He’s merely there to observe and yet he’s affected by this scene.

“That’s right.” Beast is as tempting as a devil on my shoulder. “He likes what he sees. Give him a show, little slut.” The words should sound like an insult, but they’re almost an endearment in his rough voice. “Ride Gaeton’s mouth like you’re dying to do.”

I shouldn’t.

Gaeton gives my hips a squeeze and sucks hard on my clit, making me jump. It’s almost as if my body, once in motion, can’t stop. Or that’s what I tell myself as I rock against his mouth. It feels good. Wet and dirty and oh so wrong.

“What do you think, Hercules? Isn’t she a pretty little slut?” Beast releases my hands, but I’m too far gone to remember that I’m supposed to fight this. He catches my right breast and squeezes, offering me up to this stranger’s gaze.

“Very nice, Beast.” Hercules is affected, yes, but he’s not looking at me like he wants to fuck me. He’s watching all three of us as if we’re a private showing of an art piece that he deeply appreciates. It’s strange and yet perfect at the same time.

Gaeton shifts and then his tongue spears inside me. It feels so good that this time I can’t stop my moan. I rock my hips harder, grinding down on him. “Yes, please, yes.”

“He’s got his tongue in your pussy right now, doesn’t he?” I can feel Beast’s cock against my ass, but he sounds as unaffected as if we just sat down to dinner to talk about our day. “I