Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

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

Chapter 386 - H*ardc*ore

Scarlet's POV:

After I told them what exactly the two idiots did to their young prince, an uproar hit the air. Lady Melanie had washed everything off the table in anger and was now grunting and wandering around angrily. She was going through a mixture of emotions, but Igor seemed visibly less upset.

I could tell that maybe it was because he would rather have the crown than share it with anyone else.

"I will f*uc*king k*ill those two with my own hands," Melanie yelled, shaking out in anger.

"Maybe you shouldn't think too far. They are already facing punishment for their crimes," I said, and their eyes once again travelled to me.

"You know more? Tell us everything," Melanie was the only one passing commands at that moment. Although I was deeply disturbed by her presence, I was holding in my frustration. It would be too soon to get under her skin.

"Lord Vasquez was killed by Beatrice, whereas Sofia is in prison, facing punishment for her crimes," I announced, and Igor's muscles relaxed.

"Then that means justice has been served. We don't have to worry about anything anymore, then," he innocently shrugged his shoulders but received a deadly glare from Melanie.

I didn't know Beatrice's mother would be so controlling. She wanted everything and everyone to work according to her rules.

"Now, what about Beatrice? Are we still going to bring her here?" The way Igor asked that question to Melanie, I got the idea that he wasn't too keen on bringing her here either. Good for me. I will get a chance to meet him.

"What do you mean by that? She is my daughter. She has to come here and take the crown that she was born to carry," Melanie groaned and swiftly turned to face Igor, who weakly nodded before his eyes went to me. "I think you frightened our guest. Since there has been a lot that has changed in the world and we are pretty oblivious to everything, we will first manage to understand the new rules and these changes. Guards!" He then clapped his hands and asked the guards to gather around him, "Bring whatever the villagers nearby have to offer," he smiled, but it seemed like he was suggesting they go out of the Midwest and steal from the villagers.

I could be wrong, but it all came from the way he winked at them. So, he was not only innocent and flirtatious, but also a little despicable.

"I will take my guest to her room till then," as he stated that part loudly Melanie passed him a very disapproving look.

Thankfully he didn't get scared of her gaze and held his hand out for me to escort me to my room.

I happily accepted his offer and walked away with him to be in the guest room. Throughout the time we were walking together, I kept feeling his hand brush against my b*ut*t and gently squeeze them. Nobody has been able to pass sparks across my body like he did.

"Here," he said, opening the door and welcoming me inside, walking into the forest. So, he was going to stay in the room with me. That was exciting.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality," I said with a fake, weak smile to indicate I was upset at the loss of Prince and his father.

"It is my obligation to take care of such a precious and gracious lady like you," he uttered, stepping closer and gently tapping his fingers on my n*ake*d chest before he started running them down and dragging my dress till my cleavage was very deep.

"I hope you don't mind," he whispered huskily as he s*quee*zed his hand inside and grabbed my n*ake*d b*oo*b, gently massaging it and j*erk*ing my body. His entire arm was in my dress, his elbow brushing against my lips as if he were digging for gold.

I felt shivers down my spine when he pinched my n*ipp*le and gulped hungrily. He was starving, and so was I.

It was the best combination ever. I never imagined my life would take such a sweet turn. He then pulled his hand out and pushed me into bed. The silence he gave when doing all that was even more intriguing. He had lifted my dress while my legs hung down on the bed.

I found his fingers p*iercing through the fishnet stockings and r*ipping them apart. He then a*ggressively pulled my p*ant*y down, but p*ulled the dress over my face to reveal my b*ottom perfectly for his eyes.

I didn't move and let him do whatever he pleased with my body. His hands travelled between my legs, and he g*roped my p*uss*y very roughly. That was a weird way of showing affection, but I only m*oa *ned in my mouth.

He s*queez*ed and relaxed my p*uss*y, wriggling his two fingers directly inside me without any notification. He was so r*oug*h that he hadn't even shoved his two fingers in; he was already making a way for his third finger now.

"F*uc*k!" I yelled when I realized what he had done.

Three f*ingers in and began to move them i*nside me. I was running out of breath as he released my v*agin*a from his fingers and then a*djust*ed his body between my legs. And then the next thing I knew, I was running out of breath.

The feeling was weird, I was no longer feeling any p*leasure. I tried to move my hands around, but he had c*lutched them tightly and pinned them over my head. The dress around my face had tightened, s*uffoca*ting me to the point that my body began to squirm.

"H-elp!" I wheezed, feeling blood rush to my eyes and to my temples. That feeling was worse than anything I had ever felt.

This man was not innocent at all.

He was the f*uc*king danger here and the one who was controlling things. I wish I had known where I was stepping because soon he used his other hand to undress me while he suffocated me, leaving my n*ak*ed body to cause me h*umiliation.

Before taking my last breaths, all my sins flashed before my memory, and I realized I deserved this humiliating death.