Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,54

wrapped my arms around him, holding him as close as I could. Feeling his heart beating in his chest and his breath on my neck, and then his arms as they wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I breathed him in, every dark and awful thing that he’d done, and I tried to take his pain from him, to let him know that I cared, that I wanted better for him, that he’d get through this. I held Beast like he needed to be loved, and maybe he did, because he held me back just as tightly.

His hand moved to my hair, his fingers threading through the soft waves as he sighed. He pulled my face back from him so he could look into my eyes.

“What’s happening, Belle?” he asked, searching my face for answers. “What is this?”

“I don’t know,” I said quietly.

“Was that it then? Back there, was that just a taste of the darkness before you go back to someone better? Someone good and wholesome?” His words were bitter, venom lacing them.

“Please, Beast, don’t be like that,” I begged. “I don’t know what that was back there. And I don’t know what I want. I don’t understand any of this.”

And I didn’t. In many ways I detested Beast. He was an awful man.—he was the exact opposite of Lorenzo and everything that I looked for in a person—but in that moment I felt more connected to him than I had to Lorenzo the night before. But could I ever accept the things that he’d done? Could I ever be with a man like Beast? Trust him with my heart and my soul?

As if getting his answer, I watched his expression harden, violence swimming behind they gray in his eyes. “I think you know what you want, you just don’t want to admit it.”

Maybe he was right.

Maybe I did know what I wanted, but I was too scared of wanting it.

But I didn’t get chance to say any of that. Beast thought I’d already made up my mind. He pushed me from his lap and I stumbled to stand.

“You look tired, Belle. Your little fuckboy keep you up all night?” he said, his expression hardening further.

I sighed and shook my head. Why did he always do that? Why did he always ruin every nice moment between us? Between anyone?

“I’m not talking to you about this,” I said, and started to walk away.

“I see you walking with a limp. Yeah, he fucked you good, didn’t he?” He reached out and grabbed my arm before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “Or maybe it was taking two dicks in one day that’s given you that limp, Belle. You know, if this nursing shit doesn’t work out for you, I can get you a job over at the club servicing the boys.”

I snatched my arm out from his fierce grip, sickness rolling through me at his words. He thought of me as a whore. That’s what he’d reduced me to. Tears brimmed in my eyes as the hurt rolled through me in waves, from shock to despair to sadness, and finally shame.

He laughed, darkness in every chuckle he gave. “Come here, Belle, let me lick those tears away and then you can suck my cock afterwards. I’ll pay you fifty bucks if you suck my balls too.”

Tears streamed down my face. “Stop it,” I begged, heartbroken and disgusted with him and myself.

“That’s not what you were saying downstairs, and I bet that’s not what you were saying last night either,” he sneered. “Sure hope you fucking showered before you climbed on top of me, bitch. Don’t wanna go catching some nasty skank disease from you.”

I choked on a sob, praying that some part of the man I’d seen earlier would come back to me, but he was gone. I shook my head and swiped away the tears from my cheeks.

“I’ll go get Joey to help you back to your room.” I started to walk away from him.

“You and Joey getting close, huh? You gonna fuck him too, Belle?” he growled, sounding more like a jealous boyfriend than a fierce biker.

I swung back to face him, hands on my hips. “I’m done. I’m so done. With you, with this, with everything!” I found myself yelling by the time I got to the end of my sentence. “You can’t go around hurting people like this, Beast! What is wrong with you?”

He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes cold and hard. “Don’t