Page 39 of The Villain's Beast
“Please fuck me,” I whined, thrusting back onto Daren’s hand.
He didn’t wait to see if Fletcher came to put his cock into my mouth or not. Daren pulled his fingers out of me and wiped them off on my flank, then he replaced them with his cock. One brutal thrust later and I found myself impaled, tears immediately springing to the corners of my eyes. Not because it hurt, but because it felt like coming home.
Daren—like always—gave me no time to adjust to him, no time to brace myself against the onslaught. He slammed into me with all his strength, over and over and over, and I cried for himthe way I always did. Bitter and unrestrained sobs as he sawed me in half with his perfect cock. At some point, he’d let go of my hair, only realized when he grabbed it in his hand again, pulling my back into a deeper arch so he could get every inch of his cock into me.
Tears slid down my face, pooling against my nostrils and the bow of my upper lip, and I’d never felt better in my entire life. Fletcher had gotten up from the chair at some point, and he stood in front of me so all I could see was his knees. Even though his cock and arms were above me, the sound of his quick jerking motions was unmistakable. A shiver tore through my entire body and Daren growled behind me, his shaft thickening inside of me.
“Open,” Fletcher said. His tone was low and gravelly, and I opened my mouth for him, sticking out my tongue and feeling far too desperate for him to put his dick into my throat like Daren had suggested.
Daren and I had never been with another person at the same time, but I could tell by the way his pace quickened and his palms slicked against my already sweaty skin that he liked it. Even though our fuck was meant to be for show, a scene on demand, the reality of who we were was right there beneath the surface and helikedthe idea of Fletcher joining us just as much as I did.
“Please,” I begged, knowing that with a dick in my throat, cutting off my air supply, I’d come on the spot and Fletcher would have exactly what he wanted from us.
Slowly, Fletcher lowered himself to his knees, Daren fucking into me like a machine from behind the whole time. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, from sighing, from begging, and the wet squelch of Daren’s cock pumping into me wasn’t even loud enough to drown the sound of me out.
“Open him more,” Fletcher said.
His cock was dark and swollen, precum shiny against the entire head of his cock, the sides of his fingers. Daren shifted behind me so he could reach all the way up and hook his fingers into my mouth, curling into my cheeks and pulling my mouth open in what had to be the most demeaning position I’d ever been fucked in. Another shot of precum leaked from my dick at the humiliation of it all.
Fletcher’s dick was so close to my face that I could smell him, and then a burst of his hot, white spend splattered against my cheek. Another against the side of my nose, one onto my waiting tongue, and one onto my eyelid. Fletcher restrained himself through his release, every muscle in my line of sight rippling and tensing as he shot his load across my face.
Licking a bead of cum from my upper lip, my own release slammed into me just as hard as Daren had been. I cried out, not concerned with trying to maintain any sort of appearances. Gideon had sent me as an offering, as a favor, and I was happy to be both of them. The force of my own end was enough to bring Daren over the edge, and he slapped his hips into mine once more, hard enough to bruise—I hoped—then he went still.
His cock throbbed and pulsed inside of me, and I screamed out again…because I didn’t know what else do to. The pleasure, the arousal, the embarrassment—it was all too much, but I never wanted it to end.
Fletcher made a disgusted sound, using my face as leverage to get back onto his feet. His fingers smeared his cum across my face and into my eye as he stood and tucked himself back into his pants.
“Clean him up and make sure he’s comfortable until tomorrow,” he said.
“I will,” Daren rasped, fingers sliding out of my mouth and working their way down my neck and my back, around my waist again to haul me backward onto him.
“And hide yourselves better,” Fletcher warned.
My blood ran cold, and I was immediately aware of the sweat, and the cum, and the tears that painted my skin. I bit my lip, relying on Daren to hold my weight up for whatever blow Fletcher was going to deliver next. But he offered us nothing, stepping over our spent bodies and walking out of the room without another word.
Chapter 27
Bellamy
Gideon walked me back to the house in silence. He almost seemed out of place without his right hand, but he was far harder to read than Fletcher so I couldn’t be sure. When we reached the house, he climbed the steps to the porch in front of me, his back bowed as he slipped through the door. Still not a word, still not even a look. I followed him up a creaking and winding staircase to the second floor of the massive house.
It was much the same as Thorn Hill, but dissimilar enough that it was easy to see the differences between the two societies. Rose Hall was cavernous and quiet. Thorn Hill was filled with conversation, laughter, and oftentimes sex. Not to imply people didn’t live in fear—or awe—of Fletcher Sinclair. I hadn’t been lying to him in the woods when I’d told him what I knew of him, but even the air in Rose Hall was different. I got the impression Gideon commanded respect in a way Fletcher didn’t care to.
Lost in my own thoughts, I stumbled and slammed into Gideon’s back after he came to a stop in front of a door on the second floor. He grunted at the force of the impact, but still remained unspeaking. He opened the door, and I peeked around him, finding a well-appointed bedroom with what looked like a bathroom attached against the opposite wall.
Nothing that night had gone how I’d planned. After the chase with Fletcher and the way he’d warned me about Gideon, I’d expected to be taken with as much force and power as soon as we arrived back at the house, but that was yet to happen.
“Did you want me to clean up?” I asked, assuming that the state of me was too disheveled for him to take interest. “Fletcher didn’t…I’m…”
Gideon shot me a scathing look, and I snapped my mouth shut before I said anything else.
The fear-laced arousal from the woods hadn’t faded, and even after the long and silent trek through the woods, my erection hadn’t even thought about giving up. My middle finger burned with a sharp pain where my nail had torn below the quick, and every time I poked at it, another burst of arousal exploded out from the base of my spine.
I realized, standing there in the hallway, I wanted to tempt The Beast.
I needed to. I was meant to make an ally of Fletcher and if I was going to get any information about Gideon to take back to him, I had to work fast. My time at Rose Hall was beyond limited.
While the thoughts raced through my brain, Gideon let go of the door handle and spun on his heel. He was halfway down the hall before I realized he was leaving me and I chased after him, fingers curling around his wrist and drawing him to a halt.