Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 535

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 525 I Can Talk Now. (Beatrice Dismay)

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After the brothers told us what my punishment was, they left the room and didn’t even ask me if I was doing right. It stung to see

them move on from me and abandon me so easily. They left me with the devil in the room and walked out to probably find

someone better.

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I lowered my head while Zane grunted and made a call to Huia, yelling at her for not being able to find the dagger before them.

After hours of Zane sleeping and doing nothing, he still managed to bring up the same topic. It was exhausting because it’s been a

whole day and nobody even sent us food. Zane had to go out and bring food for us, but I didn’t eat it. I was not comfortable in my

own body anymore. “Huh! They cared like s*hit about you,” he stated once again. It was as if he was making sure I don’t forget

how the brothers didn’t care about me.

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Not that I can say a word to react to it. I began to think about what would I have done if I have been in the same situation as Akin. I

remember exploding like a bomb when I was hallucinating about Shiloh. So, can I really blame him?

“Anyway,” Zane instantly shook his head to act normal again and held my arm, making me flinch a little.

“I will make things right. Before they could even do anything, we will be gone. And once we are at the vortex, I don’t think they will

fool enough to come here,” Zane stated with a cheeky smile on his l*ips.

“Or even if they come, I have a plan for them,” he stated without disclosing much. I heard him talk to Huia about some potion

hours ago as well. Maybe that was his plan?

“What are doing over there?” he got comfortable in the bed and gestured at me to join him. My body shuddered at the idea of

sharing a bed with him.

I was still surprised that I got pregnant from him, so the rest was just a harsh memory, too.

“I said come here,” his tone changed when he waved his hand my way to make me join him. Reluctantly, yet obediently, I crawled

into the bed and sat next to him.

“Now that they have pissed me off, I am going to do something extremely outrageous,” he whispered, getting up and sitting in

front of me.

My heart began to pound out of my chest as I realized his eyes were hungrily scanning my body and his d*ic*k was growing in his

pants.

“I am sure you know I am h*orny for you,” he said, making me clench my jaw. “Remember how we used to f*uck when we were in a

relationship? You were so amazing in bed, Beatrice. Hitting your holes while you m*oaned my name was the feeling I could never

grow out from,” the way he remembered those moments was itself a disgust for me.

I do remember being in love with him once, and it was all just that. Throughout our relationship, he cheated on me and made it

seem like it was normal.

“Now! How about we create new memories?” he suggested with a grin on his l*ips, “I know it will be wrong of me to t*ouch you

without your consent, but what if we manipulate the truth a little?” his intentions were scaring me now.

He seemed adamant about making the sinful relationship possible.

“How about—I make you say that you want me?” he uttered, pushing me back until I lay down in the bed like a f*ucking robot.

“You know—sometimes it really gets under my nerves what you did to me. I was so nice to you and in love with you, but you just

moved on from me. Do you ever feel like maybe you pushed me into the darkness? If you have accepted me and forgiven me, I

might have changed my ways. But you!” the way he hissed and t*ouched my leg, piercing his nails through my skin, I

acknowledged there was no redemption for him.

“You ruined it all,” he hissed, “so now, come on. Lift your dress and show me your goods. Say you want me, say you want me to

f*uck you as hard as possible so that the entire mansion hears you scream my name,” the way he was chewing up the words and

grunting made it pretty clear that he knew this was wrong but he wanted to do it regardless as a punishment to me.

I closed my eyes and shivered, steadily grabbing my dress without my will. I was forcing pressure against my own body, but it

wasn’t working too much.

Suddenly a hard bang on the door jolted him into turning his head around and forming a smirk on his l*ips.

“That must be the guard. I have asked him to bring me some whips,” he excitedly got up and rushed over to the door. His idea of

having sex was to torture me.

As soon as he opened the door, he found Helel standing there with his eyes narrowed at him.

“Oh!” Zane grunted.

“You asked the guard to bring you s*ex objects?” Helel sounded bitter but I could be wrong though.

“Oh yeah. Beatrice wanted to try something new,” Zane lied, making me look even worse in their eyes. I wonder if I would ever get

a chance to prove myself and my innocence to them. Or maybe it will be too late for that.

As they waited for my response, I closed my eyes because I knew there was no way I would say anything that I really want to say.

“It doesn’t matter. My l*ips are anyway sealed,” I sighed and suddenly opened my eyes. How the hell did I say what I was thinking

in my head?

It was as if the things I wanted to speak out loud and had been pushing myself for finally being set free. I stared at Helel behind

Zane and noticed a smile of satisfaction cover his l*ips.