Still wearing the sardonic smile, Beastly moved back towards where she sat, frozen, in the chair. He leaned down and placed his hands on top of hers, pinning her into place—not that she needed it.
“Am I right, little lady,” he said, his beautiful face mere inches from hers, “in thinking that you’d like to be my brother’s s*x slave?”
Belle’s face heated so extremely that she was surprised it didn’t burst into flame. She gulped, and opened her mouth to respond. She managed nothing but a croak.
Beastly’s grip on her hands increased. “Speak, then, girl! Do you want him, or...” He grinned, another thought clearly having popped into his head. “Perhaps you want both of us? Am I right?”
Belle tensed her thighs, the mere thought of going to bed with the two brutes sending her p***y into overdri
