Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
We could live a million years and I’d never get enough of her.
But my heart stops when I walk into the room and find Gaston inside.
With a knife to Belle’s throat.
“Hello, brother.” His voice is rough. His face red, swollen and still bloodied from the beating I gave him at the bar. Half of his hair is missing. Burned away by the fire. His skin is tight and shiny from his burns. “Nice of you to join us.”
I drop the food in my arms and it crashes to the floor. “Let her go.”
Despite the pain he must be in, he grins. “Now where would the fun be in that?”
He presses the blade harder against Belle’s neck, and the whimper that escapes her trembling lips carves a path right through to my soul.
My voice is low and dark. “She’s done nothing to you.”
He chuckles. “Oh, see, that’s where you’re wrong, brother. She’s done a lot to me. Every night in my dreams. With these delectable lips. With this juicy body.” His free hand reaches around and grabs her between the legs. She cries out, and it sends fire into my veins. “With this sweet pussy.” He licks the side of her face, groaning. “Of course, they’ve been fantasy. But after tonight…” He snakes a wet tongue into her ear but keeps his eyes trained on me. “After I’ve killed you, I’m going to do everything I’ve dreamed about doing to her.”
Every instinct in me screams at me to charge him. But his blade is dangerously close to her jugular, and I can’t risk him nicking it.
I need to get him away from her.
I hold my arms up at my side. “Then what are you waiting for, Gaston? You want to kill me first, then come get me.”
“In good time, Beast.” He runs his hand up Belle’s T-shirt, groaning in her ear. “God, she feels so soft, doesn’t she?”
Flames of pure rage whip through me. I grit my teeth so tight they feel like they might shatter. I’m going to enjoy killing him. Every fucking second. “I’m waiting, brother.”
Gaston chuckles, but his smile quickly vanishes, and I see the evil replace it. “You know, I’ve been watching you both tonight after I snuck in through one of the secret hallways and crawled out onto the window ledge. You both gave me quite the show.” He presses his lips to Belle’s ear. “It made me fucking hard watching you suck my brother’s cock. You even made me consider fucking my own hand while I watched him eating your pussy, and your moaning was the sweetest lullaby. It made me hard. So fucking hard. But I said to myself, Gaston, you have to save yourself for her. Don’t spill a drop. Save it all for Belle. And I did, you know why?”
Belle clenches her teeth. “Because you’re insane?”
He chuckles and presses his mouth closer. “Because I’m going to make you swallow every single drop I give you.”
Out of nowhere, Belle slams her elbow into his gut and he loosens his grip on her, allowing her to scramble away.
Knowing she is free from his blade, I charge at him, hitting him like a tsunami wave and knocking him to the ground. The knife slips from his hand and spins across the floor and out of reach.
We fight.
Wrestle.
Then somehow we both get to our feet and start to circle each other.
Gaston snarls and Belle leaps onto his back but he flings her off, and she hits her head and falls in a heap on the floor.
With a roar, I knock him down again and grapple him until he’s under me.
That’s when I feel the sharp sting of a second blade. Gaston slams it into my gut. Again, and again, and again.
It feels like I’m being punched in the gut with a sledgehammer. The pain is searing and violent, and I fall back on my ass, scooting across the floor on my heels to get away. I grab my stomach and blood spills through my fingers.
Fuck.
Gaston walks slowly toward me, a cruel smirk on his face.
He chuckles coldly. His gaze like stone. Cold and unfeeling. Void of anything good.
I feel my life draining from me.
I look up at him. “They’ll kill you for this.”
He grins evilly. “They’ll never know it was me. You’re dying, Beast. Those wounds are going to kill you, so you won’t be around to tell them. Then I’m going to kill her. You forget I know this clubhouse inside and out. I know the secret passageways and where the cameras are. When you’re both dead, I will vanish undetected, and it will be like I was never even here.”
He leans down and stabs me again. “But not before I have fun with your sweet wife.”
The image of him putting his hands on Belle gives me the strength to fling him off, and he stumbles and tumbles across the floor.