Beauty Takes on the Beast
Chapter Six—What Happens in Vegas…
My finger stopped at the dip of her hip, meeting her dark gaze. "And you'll be mine."
I meant it, however, that it wouldn't change anything.
Bella hummed, her eyes closing as my finger continued its trek around her belly button again. I traced the shape of her hips, slid up between her breasts. My thumb brushed the top curve, my breath no longer under my control.
You're not in control.
I wanted to mount her like a fucking animal, thrust and thrust until she could no longer deny the connection we had.
She's not denying it, you are.
I forced my conscience to the back of my mind, focusing instead on the woman laid out before me. Her hair was shiny and seemed so unreal that anyone would want to touch it just to see if it was as soft as it appeared. My other hand rose to run my fingers through the waves.
I groaned, unable to hold it back.
Her stomach then decided to remind me she was hungry.
She giggled, rolling away, which gave me an incredible view of her ass. It looked as soft as her hair, softer, in fact.
My teeth itched to take a bite. I rubbed my hands over my face. "Fucking hell." I walked away before I did something she'd regret, and over to the phone beside the nightstand.
Except the phone didn't call downstairs, it called the asshole somewhere in the suite awaiting orders. "Yes, sir." I wanted to laugh at the distaste Alec had in calling me, sir.
"We need two steaks, medium rare, and lobsters up to our suite." I didn't bother with the please and thank you because it was his job. Plus, I hated the fact all the luxury around us was being taken care of by someone in Bella's past.
Someone she fucked. Damn that little voice in my head for reminding me.
"Order me a strawberry milkshake please." Bella breezed on by, holding up sleepwear as she headed to the master bathroom. "Extra cherries too." There was an added sway to her hips I hadn't noticed before.
Was that all for me?
I doubted it.
"Shall I include Miss Swan's usual?" Alec asked, and there was a hint of smugness in his voice. Enough to indicate that she came there often.
Don't think about how many times she came in the casino or else you'll kill someone.
Curious what Bella would consider her usual, I agreed and hung up without another word. I grabbed my bag and found a pair of sweats I'd tossed inside in case Bella and I shared a room. I hadn't wanted to make it obvious I wanted to share a bed too.
I always slept naked; the only exception was camping. That was a story the guys would love to share with Bella. Not that I would allow it. Stupid fucking leeches.
It hardly mattered if I did or didn't wear anything to bed, because considering how Marcus was showing his cards early, I had every intention to share a room with her. She wasn't leaving my sight, and I had to make that very clear.
With my toothbrush and shampoo/body wash in hand, I walked into the bathroom. I expected my Beauty to scream or at least appear surprised by the intrusion. Instead, as per usual, she pretended not to give a fuck about what I was doing. She continued to rub conditioner in her hair, pointing at a slick little white razor on the counter.
"Hand that to me please." She closed her eyes. Her arms were up, hands in her hair, rubbing and rubbing.
And fuck, my perpetual hard-on was leaking and desperate to follow every bubble sliding down her skin.
"Earth to Edward, are you even listening?"
I had to shake it off. "Sorry, all the blood was rushing through my ears."
A slim brow lifted, calling me out on my shit. "Are you sure it's your ears and not…?"
"Now who's giving the mixed signals?"
She shrugged, returning her attention to finishing her shower.
I opened the clear glass enclosure with every intention of giving her the razor and leaving, but couldn't help myself. "Why are you allowing this?"
Her eyes snapped open, her teeth torturing her bottom lip for a second too long. Enough to allow me to invade her space to pull the soft, pink skin free.
"What's the saying? 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'" Her arms fell to her sides as she took a step back, her eyes on me.
Was she saying I was free to fuck her with no strings attached?
"I can have you here, but when we get back…"
Her face lost every ounce of lust in less than a second. "It'll be as if this," she pointed to me and her, "never existed."
I rubbed my lips, so fucking tempted by what she was saying.
She cocked her head when I hadn't said nor done anything to her robotic reply. "What's the matter, Edward? I thought this was what you wanted."
It was.
Maybe.
Fuck it—be honest.
"I'm trying to decide if a couple of days will be enough." It wasn't, and I knew it.
She gave me one of her indulgent smiles, pointing out the fact I had lost my clothes at some point.
What the fuck?
"We'll be here less than twenty-four hours; that's all I'm offering." She swiped the razor from my hand and grabbed some shaving gel. "Take some time to decide, if that's what you need. Now, if you'll excuse me."
The dismissal was what unraveled the little control I had left. I lifted her in my arms, the gel and razor falling to the tiled floor. She didn't seem one bit surprised by the sudden need to have her. The fucking brat knew exactly what to say and do to make me ravenous.
Her arms draped over my shoulders, that slim brow still taunting me. "I guess you've decided."
"Shut up, Baby Bella."
Her lips curled into a snarl, her fingers tugging at my hair. "You're going to regret that." She leaned in close, her lips hovering over my own. Instead of pressing her mouth to mine, she laid a hot trail along my jaw, sucking little bites that made my knees tremble. Then she bit me.
"F-fuck, you little vampire." I pushed her against the tile, water cascading around us. She moaned as my cock thrust against her. "This seems familiar."
She laughed in a way that made my blood run cold. It wasn't something fun and light. "Guess the only way you'll have me is for a quick and dirty fuck against the wall."
If I looked into her eyes, I knew I would see anger and lust within them, but hate too. I should walk away. Apologize and tell her I didn't want to hurt her more.
Instead, I thrust inside her.
She screamed, her nails biting down along my back.
I groaned, so deep and long that I lost my breath. That shit only happened in movies, make-believe. Just as being with her would feel like a dream after the memories faded. Those thoughts made me angry, my hips moving at a punishing speed and force.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." Her head lolled to one side, and I took full advantage of it. She hissed and bucked her hips as I bit and sucked until I left a mark.
What possessed me to do it? I wasn't sure, but the contrast from her ivory skin to the dark purple made my cock swell inside her.
Her mouth latched onto my mine, her "Fuck yes," mingling between us. Her pussy clenched around me and the threat to come much too soon lingered. The light flutters along my cock as I continued to fuck her felt incredible.
I pulled out and allowed her to slip down my body, enjoying every second of her skin on mine.
Delirious and confused, she looked up from my still hard cock and questioned me with that slim brow I wanted to fucking bite at that point.
"Let's finish up here and move to the bedroom."
She shrugged as if I hadn't given her the best orgasm ever. Picking up the razor and gel, she continued her shower as I washed up as fast as possible.
I watched as she slathered her gorgeous legs with gel and shaved in sections. One foot on the tiled bench in the shower. It gave me a fantastic view. The second she rinsed off with the handheld showerhead, I pounced.
She moaned as my hands cupped her breasts from behind, my fingers pinching them until she started to push against my hips.
I grabbed a handful of her wet hair, allowing me to look at the side of her face. "Hold on to the bench." She complied easily, her ass at the perfect height for what I wanted to do next. "Tell me if I hurt you."
She made a scoffing noise that soon turned into another moan as my cock slipped inside her. I knew in that position it was harder for her to take all of me. She pushed back faster, taking me by surprise. My entire cock wrapped in soft, hot perfection.
"Fucking hell, Beauty." I gave her a light smack and made her pussy clench around me. I tested out what was good for her and myself, finding a rhythm that made us both lose ourselves to the pleasure. I pulled her hair and tugged on her nipples, occasionally brushing a finger over her clit.
I tried to kiss her, but she gave me nothing but her cheek. When I made another attempt at her lips, she did it again. My hand tightened in her hair, close to the roots, and I hissed in her ear. "Why don't you want to kiss, Beauty." My next thrust was harder, making her breath hitch. "You going Pretty Woman on me."
She turned to look at me over her shoulder, glaring at another implication of whoring herself out. "Shut up, Beast. Just fuck me."
She hated herself at that moment.
I released her hair, grabbed her hips, and fucked her until we were both out of breath and barely able to stand. Her climax hit her so hard she had to catch herself as her arms buckled under the force. Mine finally brought me to my knees.
I cradled her in my arms, amazed the water washing over us was still warm. After a few minutes, Bella stiffened within my arms but tried to relax again. My arms loosened around her, allowing her to get up and rinse off the part of me slipping down her thighs.
I watched as she finished her nightly routine without another word. She left me alone in the bathroom minutes later. At a loss, my head in fucking shambles, I grabbed some body wash and washed up.
I didn't bother to shave at the sink, but I caught my reflection in the mirror. A wash of redness was high on my cheeks, evidence of what had taken place less than ten minutes before. It was my eyes that surprised me. Lust was still within them, but longing was prominent.
"What the fuck?" My words seemed to echo around me.
Quick to finish up, I slipped on the sweats and went to search for Bella. She was fucking with my head. That had to be what was happening in my brain. She wasn't in the bedroom, reminding me we had ordered food. The bedroom door opened so hard, I feared she left to look for Marcus.
"Bella!" A quick look around indicated she wasn't in the living room of the suite.
"Ms. Swan asked for a moment alone, sir." Alec appeared out of nowhere, gesturing toward the table covered with food. "Your food is still quite warm." He bowed slightly; his smile seemed out of place. "Would you like me to open the wine?"
I nodded and took a seat, having noticed one of the other bedrooms doors ajar. Why would she need a moment alone?
She hates herself remember?
My whole body seized at that thought.
"Marcus remembered my favorite products!" Bella came out of the opened bedroom door, her hands full of fancy toiletries. "Can you thank him for me, Alec?"
"I will, Ms. Swan." He handed her a glass of wine and smiled at her. "Will that be all tonight, Miss?"
Bella looked thoughtful and handed him the products. "Please put these in that bathroom then you're free to go for the evening."
"Would you like your usual for breakfast?" Alec stood at his full height, every inch of him welcoming. Not at all that smug demeanor, he'd just had for me.
"Yes, times two please, along with an eight o'clock wake up call." She patted his hand, slipping a hundred-dollar bill into his palm.
"As you wish, Ms. Swan." Alec disappeared into the bedroom Bella and I would share later, no doubt smelling the sex that lingered in the bathroom. Good. His boss needed to know she wasn't there for anything more than to clear Paul's debt.
Bella took a seat across the table from me, grabbing her strawberry milkshake first. She moaned as she sipped on the straw, her eyes rolling closed.
I shifted in my seat. A quick glance at an ornate wall clock told me the evening was still young. Could I convince her to allow me to taste all of her? For her to taste all of me?
She giggled and shook her head. "Later, give my pussy a break."
I groaned as that word slipped through her reddened lips, hiding it behind a fake cough. My fork and knife cut through the steak with ease, as the rest of me did its best to ignore her continuing laughter. Was the anger and sadness I'd seen for a mere second a figment of my imagination?
"Alec should be gone in a couple of minutes." As if Alec had heard her, he appeared and said goodnight one more time, disappearing out of the suite. "We're alone now."
Instinct had me choosing my words carefully, even though a part of me knew she was putting up a wall. The no kissing thing was evidence of that. I should be happy, thrilled, in fact.
"And what are our plans for the rest of the night?"
She cocked her head, giving me a look that asked, "Are you stupid?"
I was really fucking stupid.
I chuckled, swallowing the doubts away. This was how it had to be. "I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."
"Of course." She looked away, whispering something I wasn't meant to hear. "We're not even in the same book."
I pretended not to have heard her words. Might as well get used to pretending, something I'd have to do when we returned.
Pretend that everything between us was only friendly.
Pretend I didn't want to sink my cock in her at every opportunity.
Pretend in front of my best friends that she was nothing more than a little sister.
Pretend that I didn't want to tear her clothes off when I saw her.
Pretend that the asshole lucky enough to call her his wouldn't piss me off.
"Eat up, Edward; you're going to need your energy." She tapped her fork on my plate, getting my attention.
I shook away the dread and focused on her, smirking. "I'm going to want dessert."
Her eyes widened, her hands clutching her strawberry milkshake to her chest. "Mine."
"That isn't the dessert I had in mind, Beauty." My smile widened when I noticed her shifting on her seat.
It took us almost forty minutes to finish our steaks and lobsters and the few beers she must have ordered for me. She was significantly more relaxed on a full stomach. Her chair moved easily over the wood floor, her arms stretching high above her head. The robe she wore was silk and glided over smooth, soft skin teasingly. It gaped open between her thighs, making my mouth water.
As she moved to pass me, I grabbed hold of her hip, earning a startled yelp. It made me smile. I pushed back my chair and pulled her to stand in front of me. My fingers undid the little bow in the robe's sash, teasing her nipples before I pushed it off her shoulders. Satisfaction filled me when I watched it slide down her body to lie at her feet. Hunger gnawed at my insides, causing my grip to tighten on her hips.
"Edward," she whispered, her arms circling my neck. Her lips were soft on my head, as my own teased her nipples, pliant under the sweep of my tongue. Silky fingers slipped through my hair as I traced my mark on her with my lips, deepening the color. Only for a moment.
I rose to my feet, pushing away plates, utensils, and domed lids, lying her down to devour openly. My eyes caressed every inch visible, my lips soon following their trail. Her fingers tightened and loosened in my hair as I teased her nipples, grazed her belly button, and left lingering marks on her hips.
She moaned at the first swipe of my tongue on her clit, another following at the first thrust of my tongue inside her.
I pulled away, though I had to fight her grabby hands, causing us to laugh. She smiled as I explained, "I need to sit down to enjoy this dessert."
With every moan of my name, as I brought her to orgasm on my tongue several times, I wanted to thrust inside her and never leave. So, I did.
I fucked her on the table, breaking a few plates.
I fucked her over the arm of the fancy damask fabric couch until we were both covered in sweat.
I fucked her mouth as she laid spread eagle on the bed, her head over the edge to allow her throat to swallow me almost to the base.
I laid her on the bed one last time, slipped inside her, and took it slow, my eyes on hers, open and naked for once. She allowed me to kiss her until we came together.
I fell asleep with her back to my chest, my arms around her. Sated and exhausted. Sometime in the early hours, I swore I felt her leave the bed. I wasn't sure how much time passed, but I realized I was alone as the phone on the nightstand rang.
"Hello."
"This is your eight a.m. wake up call."
"Yeah, thanks." I hung up, hating how Alec sounded so goddamned pleased again. I called out for Bella, even though I didn't want her to meet up with Alec's boss. I rolled out of bed, groaning at the aches and pains in my overused muscles.
That made me smile. What a fucking awesome way to work out. I took a leak in the bathroom, brushed my teeth, noticing she had done the same recently, too. Maybe she ordered some breakfast. I finished cleaning up, deciding a quick shower was in need since I smelled like sex.
I dressed in some black slacks and a white button-up and went in search of Bella. There was no sign she had started on breakfast, our meals still covered by the shiny silver domes. No note. Nothing. I realized the other bedroom door was opened again, a hint of perfume in the air. I followed it into the room and saw Bella's tiny sleepwear on the floor by the bed.
On the bed was a gift box, delicate tissue the only thing inside other than a small card.
A lovely dress for a lovely woman. Would you join me for breakfast, my dear?
The words made me crumble the card in my hand, as the dread I ignored earlier reared its ugly head.
She was gone, dressed in some fancy dress that probably made her look like a million dollars. Alone with Marcus, a man from her past. A man she fucked.
A man who wanted something more from her.
My Beauty was gone, my anger and jealousy burning through all rational thought. Marcus was a dead man if he laid a hand on her.
I truly felt like the beast that she called me. Time to really fucking earn the name.