Her Beast

by Sam Crescent

  She shook her head. “No. Erm, Caleb, he … said some things.”

  “Let me guess, he pretty much told you that my world isn’t suited for women like you?” he asked.

  She saw the grasp he had on the butter knife he was using. “How true are the rumors?” she asked.

  He smiled, and it was then that she realized she hadn’t a clue about the man he was, or who he claimed to be.

  The stories were all around town. Everywhere she turned there was idle gossip, but then she compared it to the stories about what happened to her, and they were so damn wrong. Now though, she began to second-guess herself.

  “Why don’t you just ask me questions, and I’ll tell you what you want to know, and what you’re not allowed to know.”

  He put some ham and cheese onto a sandwich, closed it, and took a bite.

  Something was happening here, and she wasn’t entirely sure what it was, only that it scared her.

  “Have you ever killed someone?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  She paused, and took a breath. “Were they innocent?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “I don’t know.” She took a step back, rubbing at her forehead. “I … I’m going back to my room. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

  She didn’t say anything more, and made her way to her room, a little disappointed that he didn’t follow. Dwayne stood just outside of his door as she went to the next set of stairs leading her to floor.

  Neither of them said a word as she began walking to her room. Everything had changed the moment she agreed to tutor him.

  ****

  Beast was pissed. Finishing off his sandwich, he pulled out two slices of bread and began to make Hope some food. She’d not eaten, and he’d heard her stomach growling. He was pissed off, and when he was in that mood, it made him say and do things that he often regretted.

  “You need to leave her alone,” Caleb said.

  He threw the knife he had, and it went straight past his brother’s face, hitting the wall and clattering to the floor.

  “You must be getting old.”

  “I didn’t miss.” He grabbed another knife and finished up her sandwich, adding slices of fruit and some cake he saw. “You’re not to talk to her about shit you don’t understand.”

  “What are you hoping to achieve with her, Beast? She’s an innocent. She thought the idle talk around town was just fucking rumors.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says, Caleb. You’re not to tell her shit, or to confuse her.”

  “She’s eighteen.”

  “She’s fucking mine!” He glared at his brother, and movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to Dwayne. “You got a problem with that?”

  Dwayne held his hands up. “I don’t know what is going on, and like always I’m the last one to find out.”

  “You’re not like our father,” Caleb said. “She’s … weak. She didn’t grow up with this, and what do you think’s going to happen when she discovers the involvement you had with her parents?”

  Beast stared at his brother and his nephew. “I’m not giving her up. She doesn’t find out about that, and if either of you says anything, you better hope I don’t feel like I need to lose a brother.”

  Picking up the plate of food, he made his way toward her room.

  Nothing was going to make him give her up.

  He didn’t knock on the door; he entered and found her sitting on the bed, staring at the books in front of her.

  Closing the door behind him, he watched her for several seconds. Neither of them spoke, and he liked that she didn’t always feel the need to talk. He wished she would talk now, though, so he knew what was going on in her mind.

  “I’ve killed people that needed to be taken care of.”

  “What about the cops?”

  He shook his head. “I’ve got men who turn a blind eye.”

  She nodded. “Are you like the mafia?”

  “No. I’m not.”

  “What is it then?”

  “I’m a guy that inherited responsibilities. I have legitimate businesses, and I have some that I don’t want to talk about. My father taught me everything that I know, and after he killed my mother, I took care of him.”

  Her mouth opened and closed.

  “I’m telling you this because you’ve seen darkness, Hope, and you’ve come out of it. You’ve heard the rumors, and I’ve told you before I’m not a nice guy. I’m not the Prince Charming in this story. I never have been. I never will be. I’m the kind of guy your mother warned you about.” He laughed. “I shouldn’t even be here right now, and I certainly shouldn’t have fucked you. I don’t know what it is about you to be honest. I can’t get enough of you, and even when I try to stay away, I find myself drawn back to you.”

  He put the plate on the dressing table and moved toward the bed. One by one, he closed her books, and she didn’t fight him.

  Her gaze was on his, and he saw she was taking deep breaths. Her shirt pressed against her tits, showing off her hard nipples, and his cock responded. He wanted to fill her pussy, flood her with his cum, and watch as her pussy leaked it out. There were so many dirty things he wanted to do to her, and he would.

  Beast intended to make her crave him just as he did her.

  He held out his hand, and without hesitation she placed her hand in his. “What I can promise you, Hope, is you’ll never see this life. It’ll never touch you. You’re safe here, and I can guarantee that.”

  Putting his hands on her hips, he tugged her forward.

  “Do you want me to leave? Do you want me to forget how good your pussy felt wrapped around my cock, and that you wanted me to teach you?”

  “I don’t want you to leave.” She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers tracing over his heart. “I want you to promise me that when I graduate, you’ll let me walk away.”

  He gritted his teeth. That was going to be next to impossible, but he had ways and means of making what he wanted happen.

  “I agree.” It wasn’t the first time that he’d lied, and he doubted it would be his last.

  Hope called to a part of him he’d long thought dead. He wanted to be a better man for her. The women he fucked, he didn’t care about, and he never had.

  She was the only one that made him ache.

  Teasing the edge of her shirt, he tugged it over her head and dropped it to the floor. Cupping one of her breasts, he teased the nipple, relishing her moan as he pinched the hard bud. “All I’ve been able to think about all day is these tits bouncing as you ride my dick. I want that. Do you want it?”

  “Yes.”

  He took possession of her lips, pushing her back to the bed. She sat on the edge, and he stepped out of his pants, kicking off his shoes.

  Gripping the waist of her bottoms, he took them off, and groaned as he saw the evidence of her arousal. She hadn’t even bothered with panties, and he liked that. Skimming his hands down her thighs, he spread her open and slid a single finger inside her.

  She was tight, incredibly so, and he wanted to taste her.

  Going to his knees before her, he held her hips as he took her clit into his mouth. She cried out his name, and he smiled, licking and sucking at her nub, wanting her to come on his face before he got what he wanted.

  Her fists at her side, he drew her first orgasm with a few strokes of his tongue. Climbing onto the bed, he guided her so that she straddled his lap. Holding his cock still, he watched as she slowly took him in deep, her cunt squeezing his dick as he went to the hilt inside her.

  Returning his grip to her hips, he held her steady. Her gaze was slightly hooded as she looked at him.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said.

  “I’ll show you.”

  “It’s not just that. I shouldn’t be here with you.”

  He stared at her, wondering if he should be insulted by that, but saw the confusion in her gaze.

  “Do you want me to let you go? I
can stop, and you can live your life. I won’t force you to do anything.” He only wanted her if she wanted to be here. He’d been and done many things in his life, but he wasn’t a rapist, nor was he an abuser.

  Her hands moved to his shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop. Show me what you like,” she said.

  Keeping hold of her hips, he showed her how to take his cock. Her hands were on his shoulders as she took over rocking her pussy on his cock. Stroking his hands over her body, he leaned back and watched as her tits bounced. He loved the way she arched up, and each time he hit that special place inside her, she seemed to purr with each stroke.

  Beast saw the scar on her stomach. The single hole that had been healed, and he skimmed his fingers across the wound. They both had scars put there by others.

  The only difference, hers were partly his fault as he’d supplied the gun. He’d never have hurt her, and he hadn’t for a second known what that guy was going to do.

  Her father had been a two-bit crook, an addict, and he’d not really cared for the reason why he wanted the gun, only that he owed more money.

  Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he basked in having her in his arms. His own little Hope that he never intended to give up.

  Gripping her ass, he took charge, filling her pussy, jolting her as he got deeper and deeper inside her.

  Sliding his hands around to her front, he found her pussy and teased over her clit.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. There’s nothing else I want to see than you riding my cock.”

  “Please, Beast.”

  “You want to come?”

  “Yes.”

  Stroking her clit, he watched and felt as she came apart, giving him her second orgasm of the night.

  She brought him to his first, and he flooded her cunt with his cream. Part of him hoped that she got pregnant because he finally had something that he didn’t want to give up.

  Chapter Eight

  On the day of the secret party Beast was nowhere to be seen, but Hope had already figured he had work to do as he’d told her he wouldn’t be around. Staring out of her bedroom window, she watched as Dwayne welcomed his guests. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt, but she didn’t feel like joining the others.

  She missed Beast.

  Their time together was fleeting at most, but she relished the rare moments they shared together. He’d gone to take care of some business, and she’d spent a lot of time researching the internet on anything to do with Beast Carson. There was a great deal of information about him. He’d told her he wouldn’t hide the truth, and she knew most of the rumors about them were indeed true.

  He killed people.

  His businesses were not always legal.

  She didn’t know how she felt about that.

  Dwayne looked up toward her bedroom, and did that hand wave signal thing that told her to come down.

  Seeing no point in staying camped out in her bedroom, she made her way toward the party, being sure to lock the door that she left through. Beast had told her that he didn’t mind Dwayne having parties so long as they stayed out of the main house.

  He didn’t want any brat seeing something that couldn’t be unseen. Again, she didn’t know exactly what that meant, so she stood at the edge of the party, feeling uneasy.

  Beast didn’t know about this party, or at least, she didn’t think he did.

  “It’s about time you came out and had a little fun. Have you ever been to a party before with actual human beings?” Dwayne asked, putting his arm around her shoulders.

  “Did you ask your uncle about this?”

  “Please, Beast won’t mind. He never does. You’ve got to learn to live a little. Besides, we both know he’s got a thing for you.” He winked at her, and she just stared at him. Neither of them spoke about the fact she was screwing his uncle. Most of the time she didn’t give Dwayne much of a thought unless she was tutoring him. It wasn’t because she was being rude, but neither of them had anything in common. Like now, she didn’t want to upset Beast. “If he’s mad I’ll just push you in front of him. It’ll take away all of his killer instincts and I’ll be safe.”

  She didn’t like that. “Don’t, Dwayne.”

  “Don’t what? Come on, Miss Prissy. Lighten up. I know you two are screwing. I’ve known for some time now, and you don’t think I caught you both eye-fucking each other. Just have some fun. Beast’s not home, and you know what? Good. It means I get to make you have a good time.” He grabbed a cup of beer, handing it to her. “Now, take a sip and loosen up. This is a party. You’re safe here.”

  She took a sip of the beer and wrinkled her nose. It was cheap, nasty, and horrible. The music filled the air, and she took a seat beside the pool, staring at the scantily clad girls. Some of them she didn’t even remember their names, but they were screaming for Dwayne to join them.

  They removed their bikinis, throwing the wet fabric toward him. Within seconds his shirt was off, and he dived into the pool.

  She chuckled and looked away as he began to kiss one girl, then the other, before going for the third girl.

  “Leave it to Dwayne to have all the fun.”

  Hope turned to see one of Dwayne’s friends, Micah, take a seat. “He seems to know how to throw a party.”

  “I’ve not seen you around here before.”

  “First party,” she said, taking another sip. She missed Beast, his warmth and his passion, but she didn’t say anything.

  “You’re the girl that has moved in here, right? The one the uncle controls.”

  She frowned. “No, I just live here.”

  “Haven’t you heard what Dwayne’s uncle is all about? He loves to take young women, virgins, and show them a thing or two. Rumor has it that like a real beast, he eats them up, and buries them in a secret plot he has on the land.”

  She stared at him and burst out laughing. “Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.”

  “Of course he doesn’t eat them. He just kills them.”

  “No young girl has disappeared,” she said. “It’s ridiculous.”

  “Yeah, but what about in towns and cities, huh? They go missing all the time.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got to head back inside.”

  There was no way she was sitting and listening to horror stories about the man she was falling in love with.

  Yeah, the deadly words that ended all magical flings. She didn’t mean anything to Beast, she was aware of that.

  He didn’t want to keep her. They had a few moments of madness. That was all she could think of what their actual relationship was about.

  Entering the main kitchen, she was about to close the door when Micah charged inside.

  “Hey, you’re not allowed to be here.”

  “And you are?” Micah pulled the door from her grip and she glared at him, moving away and stepping around the counter, putting some distance between them. She preferred when the party was outside, so she could stay inside.

  “This is my home.”

  “Yeah, and I’ve heard how you earn that. Beast is very … protective of you. I’ve heard Dwayne tell me all about it.” Micah stood, and she didn’t like the evil glint that came into his gaze. “No one’s home. Beast is usually home to take care of the parties, but you and I both know this is not one of those occasions.”

  He advanced toward her, and she took a step back, wanting to put as much distance between the two of them as was physically possible. When he moved around the island within the kitchen, she took his spot on the opposite side.

  Her heart pounded, and she knew the threat that he posed.

  “You know, a lot of women are asking for it. You just got to rub them the right way to get what you want. No one will believe you. You’re a no one. A freak who watched her parents get killed. Me, I’m someone important.”

  She just stared at him. “Leave.”

  “Nah, you don’t get to boss me around, baby. In here, I’m the one that call
s the shots. You should have stayed out there. I’d have picked someone else.”

  “You’re disgusting.” She wondered how many other women he’d preyed on, forced into a corner, and it scared her.

  He was the secret no one spoke about, and yet she’d seen girls around high school who people whispered about.

  “Beast will kill you.”

  “He’s not even here.”

  She moved toward the door, and as he made a lunge for her, she ran off. She only made it to the dining room as he shoved her to the ground.

  Screaming at the top of her lungs, she tried to fight him, but Micah was incredibly strong. He had both of her hands pinned above her head, and with his free one, he began to touch her up.

  “I know you’re not a virgin anymore. There’s no way a man like Beast can leave you alone.”

  “Get off me.” She tried to wriggle free, but his grip on her tightened.

  “You know, people will never believe that a fat bitch like you could be raped by a guy like me. They’ll look at you as if you’re a fucking liar. It’s the perfect cover. Let’s face it. I’m the handsome guy. The one every girl wants. I can take what I want, and no one will say anything.”

  He shoved his hands down her jeans, and she screamed, thrashing beneath him.

  She’d never been so terrified in her life.

  All of a sudden, she saw a pair of shoes, Beast’s shoes, come into view, and the weight at her back lifted. Quickly scurrying away, she caught sight of Beast holding Micah around the neck.

  “So, you prey on innocent girls to get away with taking what doesn’t belong to you.”

  He wasn’t allowing Micah to talk. In fact, he was choking Micah. In that moment, she didn’t care. He’d intended to hurt her, to rape her.

  Beast didn’t even look her way, and she wrapped her arms around herself.

  “Hope, you may go to my room. I’ll be up very shortly. I’m going to take care of this piece of scum, and then deal with my nephew.”

  She got to her feet, and was about to pass him when Beast caught her arm, stopping her.

  Slowly, she looked at him, feeling the shame wash over her.

  “This is not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Do not let him break you.”