Beautiful Beast - Page 117

But even more than I’m scared to lose control and hurt her, it cripples me to think about never seeing her again, never being with her again, never having her again.

That’s the kind of selfish man I am, whereas she’s been a saint.

It’s time for some changes.

Going back to basics and stepping outside of the shell I’m hiding in for good.

I’m taking her – and keeping her exclusively for myself – whether I deserve her or not.

That’s what rich assholes do.

They own. They conquer. They possess.

And this girl is mine.

“What the fuck are you going to do, Adam?” she asks again, her tone taunting. “I used to treat you how I wanted to be treated. Now I’m treating you how you deserve. So, what are you going to do, tough guy?”

She should be scared of the fierce possessive anger she’s brewing inside me.

But she isn’t.

“I have never needed to fuck you more,” I growl. “And it’s going to be sex my way. It’s going to be vile and filthy and make the fucking devil reach for a rosary.”

She tilts her chin up with fire in her eyes. “Then fucking do it. Do it! Fuck. Me.”

The heat of this moment is intoxicating, and need slides down my spine and collects in the head of my dick.

My place is a fucking disaster and there isn’t a safe, flat surface to lay her on. Even in my current state, I’m not about to have this beautiful girl bleeding from broken glass. I throw Belle over my shoulder and slap her ass – hard – before carrying her upstairs to my bedroom.

I force her down to her knees, fisting my hand roughly in her hair to grip the back of her head. There is nothing gentle or tempered about my touch. Using my free hand, I unzip my jeans before pulling them down and stepping out of them, my hard cock springing free.

“You have one job right now,” I tell her, directing the head of my cock to her lips. “Suck.”

“I’ll stay here all night if you’ll let me,” she returns.

Fuck.

This girl.

Without waiting for her to follow my command, I push my cock into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. She immediately hollows her cheeks and sucks, swirling her tongue around the tip. My grip on her skin is bruising as I guide her movements, and she’s finally going to get her wish.

I’m not going to hold back.

I can’t.

I stroke my shaft while her tongue works with ruthless precision on the most sensitive places on my cock, surges of pleasure throwing me even more off-balance than the alcohol.

Without warning, I thrust into her mouth so far that her nose presses into my abs, and my dick is snugly locked in the tightest place of her throat.

The intensity is unreal – it’s glorious agony.

Her eyes are watering and she gags every time I push further than she can handle, but she still keeps sucking like a champ.

Pressure from her nails digs into the backs of my thighs, keeping me grounded and reminding me not to get lost and come too soon.

Tonight, she’s going to be both covered and full of me.

I yank her to her feet and when I throw her on the bed and stalk toward her like the predator I am, her eyes widen with surprise.