Page 81 of The Villain's Beast

“I wantyou,” he interrupted, slanting our mouths together and slipping his tongue past my lips.

The confession was so unexpected, I opened for him on a gasp, and Gideon was quick to take advantage, deepening the kiss and pushing me down into the bed. Digging my nails into his back, the intensity of his kiss washed over me like a tsunami, and I had no idea how I was going to survive him, survive this thing between us. Gideon was so careful and calculating, and I was here under false pretenses. If he found out…

“Gideon, I?—”

He cut me off with another kiss, stretching an arm away from me and coming back with a bottle of lube in his hand. My heart beat so hard against my ribs I worried it was going to explode.

“Do you not want me?” he asked.

He was fully awake now, also fully hard, and rocked back on his heels between my legs to coat his thick erection with a more than generous amount of lubricant.

“I do want you,” I whispered. “But?—”

“No buts.” Gideon furrowed his brow and fell back above me, bracing one arm beside my head. The other held his cock, which he dragged past my balls and toward my hole. “Unless you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.”

He pushed the tip of his cock into me first, crashing out mouths back together when I shouted in pain at the intrusion.

“Do you want me to prep you first?” he asked, biting my lower lip, sucking at it, kissing me again.

I shook my head, a cold sweat already beading against my temple. I didn’t deserve for this thing I wanted to come easily. When I snuck out later and stole from him, Gideon would find out. He would know I took him into my body and he would think it had been meant as a distraction, but that wouldn’t be the truth. I was falling in love with him, with all of them, and all of our secrets and the secrets of our fathers were going to tear all of us apart.

“What did he send you here for?” Gideon asked, sinking another inch of his erection into me. I spread my legs wider, but it wasn’t enough. He was splitting me open with every slow pump of his hips.

“Gideon.”

Another inch.

“Don’t lie to me, Bell,” he begged.

Another inch.

“Information,” I admitted.

Another inch.

“About what?” Gideon shivered, like it hurt him to stop.

“Your father.”

Another inch. He was going to tear me in half and it was the end I deserved.

“He could have asked me.”

“He loves you so much.”

Gideon seated himself fully, a trembling exhale ghosting across my cheek while his cock pulsed inside of me.

“I would have given it to him,” he whispered.

“He couldn’t ask you.”

“He never asks me anything.”

Gideon pulled out halfway and slammed back in. The force of the thrust pushed the breath out of my lungs, and he shifted above me to brace himself against the headboard.

“He’s selfish,” Gideon said, pounding back into me. “Cruel.”