Beasts, p.10
Beasts, page 10
The news reported how the commissioner called the police station to drop the charges and told the state attorney general to drop the case.
Reports of exploitation and deep pockets are not believable to me. Isaac would never do that, and I know he is a stand-up man. He helps people, and even though he takes money or other favors as payment doesn’t mean he’s a bad man.
Isaac is one of the kindest men I know, and I won’t let the media taint my love for him.
Everything goes deeper than the commissioner. Some reporters have inside sources telling them that it was the governor that gave the order to drop any prosecution towards Isaac and Kian.
As if that wasn’t mind-blowing enough, later reports stated that the decision to not charge Kian for murder is because of Isaac’s connections to wealthy individuals in every branch of the government.
Media perception plays a big role, too; they are glad that The Butcher was dead, and they aren’t throwing the punishment fits at Kian.
The media doesn’t know Kian’s identity or his name. They just know that he’s Mr. X as any mention of his physicality and fake identity is redacted from all files.
Isaac has too much pull for a lawyer. It’s ridiculous as to how he even got an island.
He and Kian finessed their way of gaining ownership to an island on international waters to prevent one country from having control over it. It’s another backup plan because not a single country wants to go to war with an island for harboring criminals.
In the eyes of many, Kian and Isaac are innocent; they are hailed as heroes for riding the city of the lingering fear and preventing the next innocent victim from falling in the hands of The Butcher.
Some, mainly law enforcement, think they are criminals and are still trying to bring them down.
When the murder charge didn’t work, they went with aggravated assault on The Butcher, but nothing sticks due to the corner’s office being contaminated with corruption. All the physical evidence is gone, and all the police have is circumstantial evidence that loosely ties Kian to any deaths.
I don’t believe he had anything to do with the couple’s death from the coffee shop, but my opinion doesn’t hold weight when the cops are adamant that he’s the one behind it.
Once they exhausted all the possibility of pining a crime on Kian—they even tried charging him for using a fake ID, which they could never prove —they went after Isaac for tampering with witnesses because no one from the coffee shop who saw the couple running me down would come forward as a witness.
When they can’t get him on witness tampering, they thought if tax evasion worked on Al Capone, why not Isaac Verille?
They were once again wrong.
Isaac pays all of his taxes like the good citizen that he is, and the police tried to come after me because either Kian or Isaac paid off of my student loans with money from who knows where.
The cops thought Kian did it because I was apparently married to him in Russia in front of the ambassador at the Russian Embassy. I have never been to Russia, and I would like to think that I remember my own wedding day, but Isaac and Kian believe it’s the right choice of action, so I don’t question it.
No one traced the money, and I’m still mystified as to which one erased my debt, they leave it as a running joke between them to see which one I think it is.
I will never win against them in poker. Their faces are too stoic and pretty. I’ll get distracted at their beauty, and I was never good at card games anyway.
All those charges took six and a half months to stop. It was also the time when I was scooped up into the arms of Kian and whisked away in Isaac’s private jet to this island.
Owned by one or both of them.
I guess being accused of a lot of crimes can bring two men together despite their differences.
One question that I never understood about The Butcher was why would she do something like that?
I bring it up to Isaac when he comes into the bedroom of this ginormous home in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by clear water and clean sand.
“Did you notice the common thread is hibiscus oil?” he asks as he kneels on the bed.
I roll over, shooting up from the bed as I focus on the high-definition television in the bedroom. Having electricity in a remote island is a miracle, and it has a lot to do with the solar panels to store energy, but there is also electricity coming from somewhere.
A high-powered pipe or something running below the island to a place makes sense, but it’s a bit farfetched. My men are resourceful. I won’t be surprised if they invented a way to have voltage just for this island.
“No, no!” I whine, scooting into his lap and find perch on his thick thigh. “Dumb it down for me, please?”
I hate it when he gets technical, one time I asked how he became such an amazing lawyer that even the governor has Isaac’s number on speed dial and he went on this long-winded explanation how to be successful he needs to have three different plans for one matter and a backup plan within a backup plan.
He is a masochist. No one tortures themselves with so much brain activity.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he chuckles, running his rough hands down my bare thighs.
I haven’t touched my panties in weeks. They don’t like it when I cover myself because Isaac likes to fuck my tiny pussy with his big cock and make it into a performance for Kian.
Kian, on the other hand, prefers to pound my pussy until I’m leaking his cum and crying.
Not a day goes by where I don’t have their cocks in me for hours while they try to up one another. I have built up my tolerance, and I can hold up to three orgasms before I’m sobbing for mercy, but my stamina will never be as good as theirs.
It’s not fair.
“Hibiscus oil was used to heal disfiguration of The Butcher’s skin,” Isaac says, lifting me up to make my thighs circle outside of his legs.
My pussy lays directly on top of his thick bulge. He holds my hips down and rocks me slowly; it’s a sensual tease that starts the fire in my belly.
“She was jealous of women showing their legs and not being appreciative about what’s gifted to them, but these are just speculations since she is no longer with us,” Isaac smiles, scarily calm and remorseless.
He doesn’t care about The Butcher, and the media doesn’t know her name other than the one she provided for the coffee shop.
I will always remember her because I thought she was truly beautiful inside and out, Zoe was caring to everyone in the shop even if she was just a cashier and she would always smile at everyone despite the gloomy days.
She and I could have been friends.
“This is all an educated guess based on what I have gathered on her. She wanted to punish those who didn’t take care of what she doesn’t have. She saw it as a personal insult; she didn’t take them for her own pleasure like the media had portrayed her motive as a fetish, but it’s about taking away their beauty so they can be dragged down to her level.”
Isaac presses a gentle kiss to my lips; the tender action warms my cold heart as I listen to him. I would have helped her if she talked to me and I wouldn’t have judged her. She needed help mentally and physically; I would be willing to give up my time to get her the changes that she needs.
“My contacts tell me that she was a former circus performer, and the woman from the herbal shop next door to the coffee shop was the ringmaster. It was her herbs that made the dogs act aggressively.”
I gasp; that information is new to me. My head is trying to grasp the news to make sense of where this new character goes in this unnerving situation. No media outlet has reported The Butcher working with an old lady. They didn’t even know it was a woman until she passed away.
An angry hiss in the back of my mind yells at the old lady for hurting the dogs, and more importantly, it led to Isaac getting hurt as he still has a row of canine teeth marks on his arm.
“No one suspected them to plan the killings together, but my sources tell me that Zoe was under the old woman’s control. She had brainwashed Zoe from a young age that the only solution to heal her legs is to use hibiscus oil, which the woman had access to as she is an herbalist. She told Zoe that those who take life for granted need to be punished.”
My heart hurts for the poor girl, “Did it work? The oil I mean, it does have healing properties, right?”
“To some extent,” a voice from behind catches me off guard.
I squeal in fright, flinging my arms around Isaac as fingers yanks at my hair. This type of aggression can only come from Kian. He likes it when my hair gets tangled in his hand so he can better gain control of me.
“That old wench knows the girl’s legs can’t be healed. It’s the false hope in her mind that keeps the envy burning bright.”
Kian’s voice growls in my ear and he lets go of my hair; he throws off my shirt and gropes my breasts with calloused hands.
Tweaking and rolling my hard nipples, he demands them to turn red with a harsh tug as Isaac rocks his hips upward. His hands on my waist push me down on his thick cock, dragging the heat of my slick folds across his tight briefs.
“You know what to do, sweetheart,” Isaac’s eyes glimmers in the dark; the lights are off, and we only have the moonlight reflecting off the calm ocean waters.
Isaac is more patient of the two, but he is equally snappy and commanding when it comes to our dirty activities. It took me two weeks to call what all three of us were doing sex. I swore I almost died of humiliation when they fucked the word into my head.
I found out the notorious lawyer has an oral fixation; he does not let me go on about my day until I have his cum pouring down my throat every morning. It’s a routine, and this familiar position can lead to the next thing.
Kian pulls my hips away from Isaac, and my face is in front of Isaac’s bulge. Kian raises my hips, and I can feel the burning of his gaze on my soaked pussy. He admires the slick folds dripping fluids that often drench the bed, but Kian and Isaac make it their mission to render me dry and boneless.
Thick fingers graze my quivering pussy, gathering the juices and digging between my folds to circle around my leaking hole. Both of them took turns fucking my cunt just mere hours before, and they’re trying to do it again with their insatiable hunger.
They have been trying to put a baby in me. They don’t care who is the father because they decided to share me long before we came into the island to get away from the busy city life.
Kian thrusts one long finger in me as I hook Isaac’s briefs to tug them down; his big cock is flushed and thick with a beautiful curve that makes my mouth water.
Licking my lips, I suck on the tip and taste the bead of cum that comes out. The effort I exert into splitting my attention between both men is difficult; the haze of desire sings in my blood as Kian spears two fingers deep in my pussy, forcing me to swallow Isaac’s cock without preparation.
I choke breathlessly, whining as Isaac’s hand runs through my hair to bring his cock down my throat. Kian is relentless when he gets me ready for his massive cock. I can’t take them without being extra wet or have their cum sprayed in my walls as a lubricant.
It’s not my fault that their cocks are monstrous, I felt threatened the first time I took their cocks, and it did hurt even with the number of times I had orgasms.
I already have their cum mingling and dripping from my slit. Kian takes his chance to replace his fingers with his cock. My breasts press firmly on the bed while I worship Isaac’s cock, slurring and humming to give him everything.
“Look at you, such a pretty, little thing,” he praises, the pinch at the base of my skull takes an absurd amount of focus from me as Kian’s cock slips down to drag against my hard nub.
Sparks run down my spine. I scream into the shaft in my mouth as I’m trapped in a limbo of pleasure being divided between them. I can’t give one more attention than the other because they always have this underlying competition going on that I’m the ultimate prize.
“Focus,” Isaac warns, his hand coming to drag nails on my neck. I swallow more of him, bobbing and closing my eyes to cut off one sense so the others can have more support.
Kian presses his cock to my pulsing hold, each thick inch steals just a bit more of my strength as my walls stretch to accommodate his girth while my folds caress the base of his cock when it lays heavy inside me.
My throat burns as I take Isaac out, breaking off the connection with a flick of my lips. I wrap my small hand around his shaft, stroking it at a speed and firmness that he doesn’t approve of.
“Sweetheart,” he hisses with a wicked grin, I meet his stormy, blue eyes, and I know I’m about to experience a side of Isaac that rivals a demonic presence.
“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper, voice bouncing with the thrusts. Kian doesn’t care that I’m having a crisis in the middle of sex, he knows that Isaac won’t hurt me, but he will make me regret not paying attention to him.
I redouble my efforts to suck his cock, twirling and hollowing my cheeks to create more friction. Keeping my lips around the head, the moans in my mouth vibrate down his shaft as I twist my hands around his cock to make sure he feels every effort I’m making.
Kian draws back, and my scream gets stuck in my throat when he rams back with vigor, fucking the previous rounds of cum down my thighs and ruining the sheets.
His hands splay on my waist, grounding me to the bed while I go back to drawing out groans from Isaac. An ache pulses through the kink of my thighs, spread too wide and clit neglected to the point of being painful.
The rawness of my muscles has tremors surging in my body, shaking in the thrill of being dominated by two beasts that are too possessively in love yet willing to share.
It’s a phenomenon that becomes privy to my love for them because whenever I see them working in tandem, I get this fluttering feeling in my tummy that I want to reserve my heart for a life that would grow inside me.
Someone’s hand is diving between my thighs and thrumming my sore clit. Violent quakes soar through the electric veins and flow of scorching contentment burns the beat of my heart as I cum with a sob.
They don’t stop; not the hand rolling the bundle of nerves mercilessly, not the big cock tearing and splitting my tiny slit, and not the thickening of the shaft in my mouth that pries my jaw wider.
They continue to fuck me; their touches are gentle with a side of harshness, and nothing can take away the addiction I have for them. I’m turning into a greedy, little girl with a constant need for their attention. One is not enough; I fell in love with both, and only they can quench the fear of abandonment when I don’t see them around.
The island is huge. They’re often off to the terrains behind the home since the front is just the view of the beautiful sand and water.
Kian’s pummeling in my slippery heat gets me away from my distracted mind. The wet slide produces thick and sloppy squelches that echo through the bedroom.
Isaac comes when he pushes my head down, forcing me to take him in my throat despite the thickening and strong pulsation on his shaft. I choke with tears running down, but he doesn’t care as his cum shoots down my throat.
My tongue runs under his cock, feeling each twitch that comes with a string of thick cum. As a man of significant power, he doesn’t relinquish that in the bedroom; he wants to remain dominant as I am and will always be submissive.
He hauls me up by my hair. I press my palms down on the bed and take the hammering piston of Kian’s hips. The soreness of my taut slit hurts so well; each drag breaches the width of being forced open.
My eyes sweep into Isaac’s blue eyes. It’s dirty how I’m being fucked by a savage man while accepting the tender gaze of another domineering presence.
Kian’s cock expands, catching on my folds and tugging deliciously on my walls as they spasm around the girth. I cum again, and I milk his cock for the blistering cum that paints my walls a goopy mess. I always love the feeling of it.
It’s warm and satisfying to know that I did this to him and the ever-indifferent Kian lets go for me.
Cum and pussy juice smear on my thighs as the energy in me dissipates like a cloud of smoke. I never go to sleep with a clean body; it’s not possible with two beasts purring for a round of sticky sex.
“What a filthy girl you are,” Isaac muses, lips cracked with a grin and a peek of a devil’s tongue.
“Do you want more?” he mocks with a chuckle, “Of course you do, sweetheart, you’re an absolute filthy, little slut that loves being fucked loose with our big cocks.”
My cheeks burn with more than a flush of orgasmic aftermath, but Kian turns up the heat by letting his cock slip out of my abused hole. Cum dripping out with no blockage, it’s a momentary weakness when I moan in pain as his warm chest sears on my back as Kian’s sharp teeth sink into my shoulder.
His silent domination and the scrutiny of my swollen cunt has me emitting an undignified squeak, he doesn’t look away, and I can keep my eyes away from Isaac; I can't afford to lose the eye contact because it’s the only control I have left.
Kian pulls me to his chest as my knees make the bed shift with the sheets. His display of strength kicks my quivering tummy and my cunt parades a sticky, soiled mess to Isaac.
Isaac catches my sodden folds between the cool pads of his fingers, pulling me open and sneering down to watch my gaping hole pulse emptily after Kian’s massive cock. Drops of creamy cum dribble down and falling onto Kian’s full balls as each thrust into my ass pushes more out.
“Don’t look!” I whine; humiliation reddens my nipples as they tingle from untouched eagerness.
The shape of my oxygen transforms into the shape of Kian’s cock breaching through the puckered ring of muscles. The forbidden and sacred hole that they rarely use, but they won’t hesitate to remind me where I stand when I misbehave.
I haven’t been bratty, but I don’t care either. The pressure from being spread and snuggly filled pushes more cum out of my gaping pussy. Isaac is entranced by it, and a flood of desire licks my clit.
