Chapter 8 – Belle
CHAPTER EIGHT
BELLE
What the fuck was that? I lift my arm up and sniff my underarm to see if I smell. Nope, all good. He just left me stood here with my sweats around my ankles, dressed in nothing but a tank top and panties, offering myself up on a damn plate, and he just turns and leaves? Am I not slutty enough for him? Do I need to sleep with the other brothers of the club for him to find me attractive? I kick off my sweats, remove my tank and angrily throw it at the door. I don’t like being made a fool of, and I don’t like being messed around.
Storming into the bathroom, I switch on the shower. I purposefully slam stuff around, knowing that he will be able to hear me from his room. I step under the hot spray, hoping that it will calm me down, but it doesn’t. Having an idea, I step out of the shower and open the top draw. After pulling out my vibrator, I walk back into the shower, thankful that it’s waterproof. I switch it on and begin to use it. Staring at the wall opposite, I hope that he is listening, and I hope that it is torture, just like he has been doing with me.
“Fuck,” I moan as the vibrator works its magic. I brace my hand against the tiled wall as I move the vibrator slowly over my clit. The vibrations and the hot water cascading down my body makes the pleasure feel more intense, or maybe it’s the fact that I’m masturbating out of spite.
My thoughts wander to him pressed up against that wall, listening to me pleasure myself, wondering if he too is getting himself off while listening to me. I visualise him wrapping his large hand around his cock, stroking it up and down his full length.
I close my eyes and lean my head back as my orgasm begins to build. The thought that his is too, that his hand is moving faster, his chest heaving as pleasure becomes too much.
“Oh god!” I moan loudly, my muscles tightening as if he’s stood right next to me. I hear his orders in my head. “Let it go. Come for me.” That’s all it takes as my orgasm erupts. “Fuck! Oh my god,” I moan. My body jolts and my muscles twitch as my pleasure subsides. After a moment, I open my eyes and sigh before I switch off the vibrator and place it on the floor of the bathroom and then finish showering. The entire time I keep looking at the wall, wondering if he heard, and hoping that he did.
I don’t bother drying my hair. I style it in a loose plait and put on my pyjama’s and climb into bed. I lay there for a moment, staring at my bedroom door, waiting to see if he will show. He doesn’t.
I wake the next morning and stretch out, yawning. I look on the bedside table for my phone to check the time. I frown and rub my eyes before I shoot up to sit when I see what’s on my bedside table. My vibrator. I didn’t put it there. I forgot about it and left it on the bathroom floor. I pick it up and look around my room, like Beast could hide in this small room.
My cell pings next to me, and as I pick it up, I see it’s a text from Beast.
Beast: Good morning, beautiful.
I frown and look around my room. Are there cameras in here?
Belle: How do you know I’m awake?!
I rub my face again, just in case this is a dream. Wait a minute.
Belle: How did you get my number, and your number is stored in my phone!
He came in my room when I was asleep. He stored his number on my phone and picked up my vibrator. What in the hell?
Beast: You were making some interesting noises last night, so I came in to make sure you were okay. You were asleep. So I put my number in your phone for emergencies.
I read his message and shake my head as I type my reply.
Belle: Will you stop just coming into my room uninvited!
Beast: I will always come in your room if I think something isn’t right.
I huff and throw my hand up. There is no reasoning with this man! Before I can type a reply, my phone pings again.
Beast: Do you often scream to God?
I frown. What is he on about?
Belle: ???
Beast: Last night, when you masturbated.
My cheeks heat. He heard. He heard me in the shower. Now I know he actually heard me, I’m not so sure I am happy about it. I feel embarrassed.
Beast: Did you do it thinking of me?
My eyes go wide. He’s so brazen. I don’t know what to reply. I just sit there, staring down at my phone.
Beast: Answer me.
My fingers hover over the keys, wondering what to respond. Do I put yes? It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Or do I deny everything? That I was just watching porn, no big deal.
Belle: No, I wasn’t.
I sigh and lay back down. I switch my phone off pull the covers over my head. Maybe I can just rot in bed all day today and forget about the big guy on the other side of that wall.
After hiding under my covers for a few hours, just sleeping, reading and resisting the urge to pick up my phone, I decide I can’t hide in my room forever, as I was by this point starving. I open the door slightly and peer through the tiny gap, making sure that no one, especially Beast, is there. Happy that I can’t see anyone, I creep out of my room and make my way to the kitchen. I can hear voices come from the bar area, but I just want to grab some food, and then scurry back into my room.
I push the kitchen door open and head straight to the fridge. It’s after lunch now and everyone should be off doing their own things. I open the fridge and see a plate with sandwiches. On top of the wrap is a post-it note saying, “For Belle! Do not touch!” I smile and rip it open, moaning at the taste. Damn, I didn’t realise how hungry I actually was. I then grab a bag of chips, 2 bottles of water, and a chocolate muffin. Piling it high, I quickly scurry back to my room. I sigh once I shut the door behind me, thankful that I didn’t have to run into Beast. I pull out my laptop and decide to watch a movie while I stuff my face in bed. The day has actually worked out well.
The sound of things being moved around wakes me, and I open my eyes to see Beast moving my laptop off my lap. “Hey!” I yell, reaching out to snatch it back.
He places it on the chair and sits next to me on the bed. He smiles as his thumb swipes something off my cheek. “Chocolate,” he says before he places his thumb in his mouth.
I frown, still half asleep. “Huh?”
Beast fights his laugh. “You fell asleep watching your movie. Queenie is making dinner, and she wants you there,” he states.
“What? What time is it?” I ask.
“6. Dinner is in an hour,” he answers.
“I was watching a film. The last time I looked at the clock it was near 4.” I groan.
Beast stands, pulls back the covers and grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet. Then he leads me to the bathroom. “Go shower and freshen up,” he orders before he leaves me in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
I shrug, undress, and step into the shower. I reach for my body wash and notice my vibrator placed right next to it. I look to the door, then back to my bedroom. A laugh escapes me.
I shake my head. “Not a chance,” I mutter to myself.
Once showered, I wrap the towel around my body and walk back into my room, only to see Beast sat there with his feet up on my bed. “Excuse me,” I snap.
Beast smirks. “I’m waiting to take you for dinner.” He shrugs.
I roll my eyes, not even bothering to argue, because I know that will just waste 15 minutes of my life. I pull out a pair of jeans and a plain black scoop neck body top. I have around 20 of them in different colours and styles. It’s my easy go to for any outfit, work or casual. I open the draw to my underwear and make sure to pick up my laciest pair, along with a matching bra. I hold them up in my hand, displaying them.
“I guess I will change in the bathroom.” I sigh before walking into the bathroom. I drop my towel before fully closing the door, knowing it would have given Beast a brief glimpse of my naked body. I put on my underwear, and realise I left my deodorant in my room. I bite down on my bottom lip, wondering if I am brave enough to just walk in there in just this. Fuck it. I’ll just make sure I don’t look at him and keep my face neutral, like I don’t have a care in the world.
I swing the door open and I feel his gaze burning into me immediately. I don’t say anything or look in his direction. I bend down, keeping my ass in the air in his direction and take out the deodorant from my bag before I stand and walk back into the bathroom. I close the door behind me and do a silent scream and a jump on the spot. Damn, that felt amazing. I felt so powerful. I smile wide as I finish getting ready, and once I’m dressed, I open the bathroom door to see Beast still sat there. I slide on my Vans and spritz on some perfume.
“Ready?” I ask, holding out my hands.
Beast doesn’t say anything. He stands and with each step he takes toward me, I step back. The look in his eyes is dark, and I don’t know whether to be scared or aroused. His body engulfs mine against the wall, and he grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back to look at him. I want to protest, ask him what he thinks he’s doing, but instead, I find the words die in my throat.
“You want me to kiss you?” he asks across my lips.
I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling very dry. I lick my lips and nod.
“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me,” he demands.
My hands trail over his stomach. “Kiss me,” I whisper.
He presses his lips gently to mine. The kiss is barely there. I stand on my tiptoes, desperate for more. Gripping his T-shirt in my fists, I pull him against me, but it doesn’t work.
“Please,” I beg, and that is what seems to do it. With his hand still gripping my hair tight, he crashes his mouth down on mine.
I’ve been told about ‘that kiss’, the one that leaves you breathless, the one that knocks you completely head over heels. It makes you question every single person you’ve kissed before. This is that kiss; his lips are commanding yet tender, and if that wasn’t enough, when he glides his tongue against mine, I can feel myself practically melt in a puddle at his feet. That is until he suddenly stops the kiss.
I open my eyes and look up at him in shock. “Why stop?” I ask.
“What do you want?” he asks.
I frown. “What, like sexually?” I ask. “Because I’m happy to try anything,” I add. He groans, closing his eyes briefly, and I smile. “You can do whatever you like to me. I trust you,” I add. Because I do, and if he fucks as well as he kisses, then I will happily jump into bed with him right now.
“Darlin’,” he growls, a low warning. He releases my hair and brings his hand around to cup my face. His thumb strokes my bottom lip. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he states.
I blanch. “What, why?” I ask, feeling disappointed and offended.
He sighs. “When I fuck you, I’m claiming you. This ain’t a quick fuck or anything casual.”
“I’m not into anything casual. I don’t share, especially while dating,” I defend with a nod.
He shakes his head. “No beautiful, you don’t get it. You are it for me. When you feel the same, then you come and find me.”
I open my mouth to say he’s it, but I can’t. He smiles. “I...” I frown. “I don’t understand. You will fuck that girl the other night, but you won’t fuck me?” I ask.
“I didn’t fuck her,” he states.
“What?” I ask.
“I didn’t fuck her. After I saw you in the kitchen that night, I went back to bed and sent her home. I haven’t slept with anyone since before you arrived,” he admits.
“Uh,” I stutter. “So, you’ve not slept with anyone for what, a week?!” Snap. “Woah, now that is a real declaration of devotion. I don’t think I’ve ever been so flattered,” I mock.
“Watch your mouth, darlin’,” he warns.
I frown. “Or you’ll what? Deny me sex? Punish me? Tease me?” I scoff. “Well, hate to tell you this, but you’re kind of already doing it.”
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he says before he kisses my forehead and walks out of my room.
My mouth hangs open. “What is wrong with you?!” I yell. I walk to the hall and yell after him “Fine! Fuck you! And you know what, I’m going to masturbate tonight, and I won’t be thinking of you! I will be thinking of Spider! You hear me as I orgasm, I will be thinking of your brother!” I yell.
One of the doors opens and Spider is standing there shirtless, leaning on the frame. “Easy darlin’, if you want me that bad, I can be the one to give you that orgasm.” He winks. I scream and walk back into my room and slam the door.