Beautiful Beast - Page 115

“Well, I can. And I love you,” I hiss. “But you know what? You just made me wish I fucking didn’t.”

“Love isn’t always enough.”

“You’re right,” I agree.

I walk closer to him, and there must be something in my eyes that makes him realize he’s not going to win because he steps back. He takes so many steps back that I have him pressed against the wall.

“You’re supposed to fall in love with a person who deserves you. You think you’re so fucking tough, Adam. You think you don’t need anyone because you’re the stone-cold killer, right? But you know what you are? Do you know? You’re a fucking pussy.”

His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say anything, so I keep on pushing.

“Instead of cherishing the one person who actually gives a shit about you, you push me away because you’re scared. You’re scared of love. You’re scared of commitment. You want it, but you don’t want to do the work and you run when it’s hard.”

“I’m protecting you.”

“Stop saying that! You’re not! You’re protectingyourself! You’re a fucking pussy!”

He grabs my throat and leans down, staring into my eyes with a mixture of desire and menace. “Is that so?”

He reverses our positions, pressing me against the wall with his body, his grip firm and insistent right under my chin, tilting my face up so I can’t look away from him.

“Yeah. That’s fucking so. Pussy.”

Being this close to him in this state makes my mouth dry. He’s like a caged animal just waiting to be unleashed. And I’m poking the bear, desperate to get a passionate reaction out of him.

I’ve had enough bullshit to last a lifetime.

“You’re right. I did fall in love with the wrong guy. And in time, I’ll get over you. And I’ll marry someone who knows what he has. Who deserves me. Because you don’t.”

His expression can only be described as venomous, and his grip on my throat tightens. “I’ll enjoy killing him.”

“Oh, the beast is back,” I taunt. “You’re just going to kill people? In the middle of New York City?”

“Princess, I don’t need a jungle to make someone disappear. I promise you.”

“Is that what you want, Adam? You want to be a fucking martyr while I go out and fuck other guys? I told you that we could fix everything together and you keep fucking testing me. Well, what ifI’vehad enough? What if I don’t want to try anymore? What if I go and get better dick from–”

“Shut the fuck up, Belle,” he snarls. “You fucking bitch.”

“Didn’t think I had it in me, did you? Sweet, innocent Belle. Well, guess what? You finally pushed me hard enough.”

None of these horrible things are what I want to be saying to him. But professing my love isn’t going to work and get through to him.

I’ve tried it that way.

Over and over.

It’s time to give him back what he gives to me.

He presses his hard cock between my legs, lifting me off the ground. “You want to go fuck a pencil dicked chump, Belle? You’ll be thinking about me the entire time. No one has fucked you like I have. And no one ever will.”

He’s right, but I do my best not to show it.

“I guess we’ll see.”

“Will we? Then why are you wet for me?”

“I’m not.”