Free Bella's Beast by LeTeisha Newton Page A

but she knew how to strut her stuff. She bent forward, swinging up in
a sexy roll and slanting her dark chocolate eyes, at whoever was watching.
Warm, large hands spanned her waist and she sank into the body behind her.
Whoever the man was, he was tall, massive really. She was a good five-foot-ten easily,
and this man wrapped around her so her head rested on his chest.
    She
didn’t turn around. Let this fantasy stay for a minute. For the last two years
she hadn’t the time to give into romance, even a night long one, because of
worry and stress. She wouldn’t take this man home either, but she’d enjoy it
while it lasted. She gyrated her hips and ran her
hands over his legs behind her. His thighs were like oak trees, strong and
sure. Her hands traveled higher and his waist was trim and gave into a nice
hint of chiseled abs, she could tell by just his oblique muscles.
    “I’ve
never seen someone move like you,” the man whispered in her ear, his accent
thick, keeping step and bending around her to talk. His hot breath heated her
wet flesh and she bit her lip against the temptation. His voice rumbled through
her insides with the impact of a freight train. She didn’t think she’d ever
heard a man’s voice quite that deep. He wrapped his arms around her, well-built
arms she noted, and went with her to the floor and back up. She could see the
black bands of tribal tattoos down both of his arms, and she could feel them
under her fingertips.
    Yum, tattoos. She was a sucker for a tatted up bad
boy.
    She
intertwined their fingers, sucking in a breath when electricity streaked
through her. God, touching him was like magic. She held him tight to her,
feeling a delicious shock everywhere their bodies connected. Her partner gasped
behind her, a tortured sound filled with such longing her body answered to it
of its own volition. Her breasts felt heavy, her pussy heating and growing
slick. Never, never in her life had she had such an immediate reaction to a man
without even seeing him.
    He
took her breath away when he spun her around, fitting one of her legs between
his and dipping with her again. She kept her eyes closed, lost to sensation as
his big hands held her at her waist and the center of her back. She gripped the
front of his shirt. It was slick and cool against her palms, but the well built
body beneath the material was tantalizing. Even without looking at him the
package was a gift on Christmas to a woman starved for presents.
    The
song started to filter out but the crowd yelled encore and it thumped on again,
taking her worries over having to finally open her eyes away. The guitar rift
at the beginning was slow and sexy, and her partner swayed with her, running
his fingers through her hair. She leaned into his hands as he gripped the
strands and pulled her head back. His hips rocked from side to side faster as
the beat picked up. Touch me more ,
she begged internally. As if he heard her musings, one of his hands left her
hair and gripped her throat, in a powerful and yet gently grip. His other hand
then wrapped around her and pulled her close. He controlled her with his hand
at her throat, and she buried her face in his chest and she moved with him.
    Catcalls
and whistles filtered to her ears and she smiled against him. Whoever he was,
he was helping her give the people a show. Before her brother, Nate, had taken
her down the road to Hell, she’d been a different woman. She would have laughed
with this man, looked into his eyes and let him know just what she’d wanted to
do with him, on him, and around him. She would have never let such magnetism go
to waste. But she wasn’t that woman any longer. She was a scared little girl,
living on the knife’s edge and seeking the Devil to help.
    Elijio
Vargas, the man who could make her dreams of freedom, even if she had to stay
in a gilded cage, come true. With Elijio, ruthless was a nice term. No one knew
exactly where he’d come from, or why even the mob steered clear,