Tragic Beauty (Beauty & The Darkness #1)(60)

“No!” the beast says, slamming his hand down on the table. “You stay.”

The drink’s doing its thing. I can hear it. Feel it.

Red sits quiet now, while Shayne’s flesh hangs out, heavy and swollen against the black denim. It rests there, like a demon lurking in a thick patch of dark hair.

“First, baby,” he says, “why don’t you stand up and take off your dress. Let’s give Red here a little show.”

Slowly, I make my way to my feet. I teeter on the heels, with my eyes down, and try to use my good hand to get the dress off, when Shayne leans forward and says in his soft voice, “Here, let me help.”

He slides his hands up my legs and under my dress. “Arms up,” he says, as though talking to a child. I lift my arms and close my eyes when the clothing leaves my body. I’m not as devastated as I thought I’d be. Perhaps because I’ve been naked for so long. But now there’s another set of eyes on me. Eyes I know linger my way.

“Let’s take your heels off,” Shayne says. “I want nothing on you but that necklace.” One by one he removes my shoes, pulls out my ponytail, and arranges my hair so it hangs down around my face and over my shoulders. It covers my breasts but he spreads it out so my nipples poke through.

Shayne adjusts the necklace just so, then collapses back in his chair, staring at me. I’m looking to the side, but I can see him blinking slowly, see his chest rising and falling in that hard way.

“Step back and turn around,” he orders. “Let Red see you.”

I do as he says, my skin burning while I spin in a circle knowing two sets of eyes watch me.

“Have you ever seen such a gorgeous creature?” Shayne asks, leaning forward in his chair. “We always knew she was pretty, didn’t we Red? But naked—her body—doesn’t it just blow you away? I mean, she still has that small side to her, that side that makes her so sweet, so innocent, almost like a child, but then there’s the woman in her too. Those tits—carved so damn perfectly, with those rosy nipples that stand up and out, just begging to be plucked. And that ass…Turn around again, baby. Let’s see that again. Yeah. See that ass, Red? So round and tight, and I love how her waist cuts in above it. And God, look how hot the brand looks on her. It’s good and scarred up now, and I fucking love seeing that on you, Ava. It’s goes so good with those cane marks. And see Red…see how her pale skin really brings out all the bruises in such a nice way? The perfect canvas. She likes pain, did you know that? Yeah, she likes it when it hurts. Figured you’d get a kick out of that, knowing how much you like to use your knives on the girls. I cut you up too, don’t I baby? Yeah, we like blood play. Okay, now turn around, slowly. Christ, that necklace looks so good on you, especially with your white blonde hair and those eyes. Makes the blue glow something crazy, like you’re from another world or something. What do you think, Red, doesn’t it look wild on her?”

“Yeah,” he answers, his voice tight but deep.

The beast falls back in his chair and takes a sip of his drink. “Alright, Ava,” he sighs. “We’ve gotten a good look at you. Time for dessert.”

He sits there with his flesh hard and veiny now, while his arm rests on the table with his glass in hand. His black eyes watch me, knowing I’ll move soon enough, and I do.

His gaze follows me when I walk to between his legs and kneel on sore knees.

“I want you to savor me, baby,” he whispers. “Go slow, draw it out. Show Red what a good little cocksucker you are.”

The cut of his words slice me deep, just like he wants, and I feel the pain when I take him in my right hand and put him in my mouth. He lets out a hiss that burns my ears, while the music plays around me.

“She can suck it, Red, let me tell you. Didn’t know much at first, but now…” He groans and pets my hair, and slowly, forcefully, presses himself deep into my throat. “She can take it all. Learned that real quick, didn’t you baby?”

I nod.

He finally lets me go, sits back and sips his drink again, watching while I go to work on him, doing all those things he likes. He sits quietly, except for the occasional groan or hiss, watching me with those eyes.

“Hey, Red,” he says, “you want to see what else she can do? I’ve got her all trained up.”

Shayne leans over, close to my ear “Come on, baby. Let’s show him what a good rider you are. Hop up and turn around.”

My throat closes in, knowing what’s coming.

He takes himself from my mouth, then holds his shaft upward while I do as he says. I face away from him, and hear him spit, then feel his hand on my hip, guiding me to him, while I know Red watches.

“No, not there,” Shayne says. “You know what I want, sweetheart. My hole. That’s it. Watch this, Red. She can take it all. It takes her a little bit, but she’ll get there, won’t you, darlin’? Yeah. And I know, I know, it hurts. I didn’t get you warmed up this time, but I’ll talk you through it. I know you like it when I do that. There you go. Ahh, that feels so good. What a good girl, you are. Keep going. Keep going. All the way down now. That’s it. Work it back and forth. There you go. Oh, fuck, you feel so good. Alright, now ride me, Ava. Go on, show Red how good a little rider you are. That’s it. Awww, that’s nice. Come on. Giddy up now. Giddy up! Let’s go. Harder. Come on, harder! Oh, Christ, that’s good.