Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,38

taking in everything on my face.

Beast reached out, putting his hand on my ass and pulling me closer to him. I squealed pathetically as his strong fingers ground into me, no doubt leaving a bruise in their wake, and his intense gaze burned into mine.

“Get off me!” I snapped, but his dark smile widened further.

“The only thing hotter than watching a woman fuck another woman is fucking that woman myself. Big dick sliding inside and filling her up,” he growled, his hand still kneading my ass. “Do you like to fuck, Belle? Is that what you’re gonna be doing tonight?”

“Stop it,” I said softly. My smile had completely fallen now but his had grown, like every dirty word that made me uncomfortable made him happy. I was mortified by his vulgarity, and as if sensing how I felt, he went on.

“You gonna be up all night fuckin’ some guy? Then come and see me tomorrow, maybe walking with a little limp in your step because you’ve been fucked so good, Belle.”

I shook my head. “Why? Why do you have to ruin everything?” I asked, my voice still soft but my conviction strong.

Beast sat up and leaned forward. His hand had stopped kneading my ass but it was still there, his huge palm covering it entirely, heat pouring from his palm. He stared right into my eyes, trying to intimidate me, to get me to look away, or maybe to make me cry, but for once I refused to. I wouldn’t let him keep pushing me like this, I decided. Despite how awful he was making me feel and the inevitability that followed, I wasn’t putting up with this anymore.

“Because, Belle,” he said, moving his hand from my ass and around to my hip and gripping it, “that’s all us men think about. You think whatever pretty fuckboy you’re out with tonight is gonna be thinking about your smart-as-shit brain or your too-good heart? Fuck, no. He’s gonna be thinking how much he wants to fuck you.”

“Stop it,” I said more sternly.

“He’s going to think about how quickly he can get through dinner or the movie, or whatever lame-ass shit it is that pussy men like him do with their women, and he’s going to be wondering how quickly he can bend you over and fuck that tight little ass of yours.”

Beast slapped my ass hard and then released me. I felt cold. Cold from my toes to the tips of my nose and right through to my soul. Why was he so cruel?

“You’re disgusting,” I said.

“And you fuckin’ love it,” he said, barking out a loud laugh.

My eyes narrowed as I gritted my teeth. “Open,” I snapped, my mouth set in a hard line. “It’s time to take your medicine. I have a date to go on.”

“Your little fuckboy boyfriend waiting for you,” he growled.

“He’s a businessman, actually.”

“You’re in for a real treat then,” he laughed. “Probably only likes it with the lights out and him on top.” He laughed again. “Fucking stiffs are the worst.” He smiled.

“No, you’re the worst!” I huffed, growing more and more frustrated. “Tick tock, I need to go have some fun in the real world. Can’t stay here all night with you. I have an actual life.”

“Fuck you,” he growled angrily.

And then it was my turn to smile. “Not ever, Beast.”

We stared at one another, seconds ticking by and turning into minutes, neither of us wanting to back down. He was even more stubborn than me, I knew that, but I was done being his emotional punching bag.

“I said, open,” I said again, my eyes narrowing.

“And I said, fuck you, Belle,” he drolled.

I let out a sigh of anger and frustration before slamming the meds down on the cart loudly. I pushed it back to the other side of the room and let out an angry sigh.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he yelled. “Get back here.”

“You don’t want to take your meds, fine. I’ll leave them here for you. Take them or don’t. I’m going.” I pulled off the rubber gloves and dropped them into the trashcan.

“You can’t go until I tell you to, bitch,” he said as I stormed toward the door.

I spun to face him, fury burning through me. I was so tired of people telling me what I could and couldn’t do, and acting like I was some little kid that needed looking after. “Let’s get one thing straight, Beast. I can do whatever I want. You don’t own me.