Beauty smiled again, even more confidently. That made Beyoncé fear she had a lot more coming.
"You're not blind, are you?"
"You want to blackmail me with a video of me naked and an audio? That's your threat?" she scoffed.
"Trust me, there's a voice record too. However, I'm not going to say a word about what I'll do with it. But go ahead, accuse him of rape—do whatever you want tomorrow. In the end, you'll lose," Beauty said firmly, without a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Beyoncé was furious but also helpless.
She blinked and turned away, clenching her fingernails in anger.
She hurried back to where she had taken off her underwear, hastily pulling on her panties and bra, then finally her bathrobe.
Before leaving, she glanced back at Beauty, who was resting her head on Bruno's lower abdomen. Knowing she was being watched, Beauty went back to business, sucking, while pushing her hair behind her ear to get a clear view.
Beyoncé felt her heart crack open.
"Fat whore!" she muttered as she stormed out of the room angrily.
As soon as the door shut, Beauty and Bruno froze instantly, not a single movement between them. Beauty pulled her head away from his throbbing shaft.
Slowly she stole a glance at Bruno. He was still looking away, with one hand covering his mouth, his face pink, the other holding her hair.
Why does he look so flustered, like it was a big deal? He must've had this done to him all the time. But still, I just took him without consent. I have to apologize, Beauty thought.
She wanted to move, but his hand was still holding her hair.
"Bruno... let... go."
She stuttered.
"Um... yeah, sorry," he muttered, letting go of her hair, still avoiding eye contact.
Beauty got out of bed, and Bruno finally breathed normally again. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, cursing inwardly. He gazed down at his shaft, still throbbing with a shiny precum.
"FUCK"
He cursed inwardly.
He was so close...
He was holding back, trying not to disrespect her. Now it was over. She's going back to her room. He should probably take care of it in the bathroom, Bruno thought sadly.
Not until he heard the sound of the door locking. He looked up and saw Beauty locking it from the inside. His shaft grew twice with excitement, rock hard.
Beauty could see the hopeful look on his face. She walked back to him, her cheeks flushed. It was really awkward; she was too shy to say a word. She climbed onto the bed as if he were invisible and sneaked back under the blanket.
A wide smile spread across Bruno's face.
Bruno felt her hot breath over his balls. Beauty hid under the blanket before saying anything.
"I shouldn't have... I'm sorry. I didn't... have the right to..."
"No, it's... it's... absolutely fine. I'm single... and, you know..."
He paused abruptly, unsure if admitting he was a virgin would make him seem uncool.
"I had to take care of it. You can stop me if you don't want me to."
"Stop..."
Beauty's heart broke into a thousand pieces.
"What..Really?" She pulled the blanket down, looking at his face in disbelief. Her shyness suddenly out the window.
Bruno waved in a panic.
"No, no, no... Don't misunderstand me... I just want to see your face when you do it."
He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Beauty's eyes widened, and her face turned pink as she hid under the blanket immediately.
Bruno pulled it off.
She did it again.
Bruno pulled it off again.
Beauty was about to hide once more when he caught her face. Before she could think, his hand slid behind her neck, gently pulling her toward him, and his lips captured hers fiercely.
The kiss was hungry, demanding, not soft or patient like Beauty had expected from this gentleman, but filled with an unspoken need that instantly set her whole body aflame.
His mouth moved against hers with a rhythm that made her pulse race, teasing her lips apart as his tongue brushed against hers, coaxing her into a dance of heat and hunger.
Beauty couldn't think, couldn't breathe—she could only respond. Her hands slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting—needing—more.
The kiss grew deeper, more desperate, as if they couldn't get enough of each other.
Bruno's hands roamed her soft back, possessive yet gentle. Her soft breasts pressed tightly against his hard chest.
Her body felt so soft to the touch, and that excited him even more. He didn't want to stop, couldn't stop, but he had to let her breathe.
As they parted, breathing heavily against each other's faces, Bruno caressed her hair, then cupped her cheeks. His hand was so large that Beauty's face tilted slightly to rest against it. She slowly met his gaze.
Who knew Desire could be so visible to the eyes. He wanted her. She felt her heart beating. His eyes were confessing. She had never felt so wanted ever.
"Be my girlfriend, Beauty... please," he whispered huskily, his breathing heavy.