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Beastly (Part Three): Beastly, #3
by K.L. Zales
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119 pages1 hour
Summary
When Tony asks Anabelle to marry him, the answer is obvious...yes! Yes! Yes! Tony has changed her life and woken a beast within her. Now all he has to do is get out of his house arrest and they can travel the world together.
But when a sudden change in attitude causes Tony to turn on her and send her away, it's up to Anabelle to unravel why. What will she discover behind the scenes in Tony's twisted world, and how will she finally free him and get the life they both deserve? Can love free them both?
Beasty is a loose Beauty and the Beast retelling told in three parts. This is the final installment.
Publisher: Holly HookReleased: Feb 9, 2018ISBN: 9781386189886Format: book
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Beastly (Part Three) - K.L. Zales
YOU!
Beastly
A Beauty and the Beast Retelling
Part Three
By K.L. Zales
Copyright 2018 by K.L. Zales
Chapter One
I know this is quick, Anabelle, but will you marry me for real?
Though grace and confidence were strong traits of his, Tony fumbled as he dug through the pocket of his dress pants. He withdrew a ring box and opened it.
Inside, as if packed with the care that Tony couldn't show at the moment, was the most beautiful ring that Anabelle had ever seen. It trembled in Tony's grasp as he tried to hold the box steady in front of her. Even in Tony's darkened bedroom, the jewel sparkled and promised the world.
Don't worry. It's not a conflict diamond,
Tony said. Our family only buys from trustworthy sources and we--
Tony,
Anabelle said. She felt as if the diamond had dispelled her headache, or maybe it was the herbal drink Tony had brought up for her.
Yes, Anabelle?
You don't have to be formal. I'd love to marry you.
Her words came out with a giddiness that Anabelle never thought she could manage. She leapt off the bed and opened her arms for Tony, and he rose. Anabelle wrapped her arms around him, and then her legs. Tony slipped his underneath her and spun her around in a circle, laughing and turning the tattooed side of his face upwards. He gave her a playful squeeze on the butt, drawing a gasp from her. Anabelle smiled and pinched him in the same place.
So your headache must have gone away,
Tony said.
It's much better.
He set her down on the bed. The orange light coming from Tony's bathroom carried a soothing glow. The surrounding house remained quiet even though it was morning. I'd grab us a celebratory drink, but--
No!
Anabelle gasped. I don't think I can handle another hangover.
Tony grinned. He had a mischievous, evil grin that Anabelle had grown to love. There are other ways to celebrate.
He took her left arm and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.
Anabelle shivered at his touch, but it was a good shiver. Tingles spread through Anabelle's body, and despite the lingering hangover, a deep fire burned. Tony flicked out his tongue and caressed her skin, drawing a moan from Anabelle. His touch remained as he reached for the ring with one hand, keeping her hand raised with the other.
You're such an animal,
she said.
You're such a good girl. Aren't we a pair?
They say opposites attract.
I wouldn't say we're opposites,
Tony said, slipping the ring onto her finger. It was cold at first, but then warmed as if it had always been there. It felt right. Do you want me to get rid of any lingering headache? I know how to please women.
Yes,
Anabelle said, shocked at how low and seductive her voice sounded. Get rid of my headache.
Tony always brought out parts of her she didn't know existed, and this was no exception.
Tony tilted her back on the bed. Now, grab onto the frame,
he said. Remember when we were talking about the Victorian era?
Yes,
Anabelle said. Her heart raced as she thought of what Tony was about to do.
She laid back, and Tony took his hand from her back. His sheets felt cool to the touch, and Tony hovered over her, strong and confident. Anabelle grabbed onto the bed frame and opened her thighs, allowing Tony access. He traced his finger down her sternum and all the way down her stomach, unzipping her jeans. He poked his finger inside, stroking her flesh above her groin. Tony grinned, teasing her.
Anabelle's pulse quickened. Sweat gathered underneath her shirt. Her skin begged for his touch. Tony traced circles on her skin and finished unzipping her jeans. He slid them down, leaving Anabelle exposed.
Now,
he said. I'm your doctor again, but I think we need to take another approach to your treatment.
He leaned down and kissed Anabelle's lower stomach. Another shudder raced across her skin as she realized what was about to happen.
Tony worked magic with his tongue. Anabelle held back her explosion of pleasure for as long as she could. Give me all of you,
she begged, arching her back. Right now.
Tony unzipped his pants and appeared above her again. Anabelle slid her hands into his shirt, feeling his pecs and sliding her fingers along the peaks and valleys of his abs. He reached into his drawer to draw out a condom, slipping it on. He entered her, smoother this time, as if Anabelle's body had adjusted to his since their last encounter. They rocked together, stomachs slapping against each other, but Anabelle found that she was controlling their pace.
I can't hold on much longer,
Tony gasped.
You can,
she said. She held back, which was difficult as Tony's size urged things along.
Anabelle screamed with pleasure as the climax spread through her body. Tony collapsed against her and withdrew. You took it all out of me,
he said. You're amazing.
She kissed him on the collarbone. I've never had such an amazing man in bed.
I told you, I know how to please women—you. It will always be you.
So, I'm taming you after all?
I thought you didn't want tame.
Tame is boring.
She would not let her thoughts turn to Nate. Tony's heart beat against her chest, strong and adventurous.
Tony rolled off her and removed the condom, wadding it into a tissue and tossing it in the trash. It's a good thing my mother doesn't insist on cleaning my room,
he said.
Your mother needs to grow up.
You've got that right. We need to talk about something else after sex. I know neither of us smoke, so we need to come up with a habit of some sort.
That shouldn't include swimming with piranhas,
Anabelle said.
Tony grinned and slid his pants back up. No. It shouldn't. But we can go back to the pond whenever we want, right?
What if there's a meeting?
Well, then we can't. Unless you're into audiences?
I thought you were,
Anabelle said. Her thoughts turned to those photos of Tony with all those women, his dark past.
His look matched her mood. Those days are over,
Tony said. I've met no one like you, Anabelle. My place is with you. And if this investigation with Leo and Wendy goes well, it will be with you, all over the world.
You want to travel?
Anabelle turned her gaze down to Tony's ankle—and the bracelet he wore that kept him confined to his estate.
I'd love to travel. When I was younger, my mother said the world was unsafe. It was ridiculous. I went out anyway.
And then you got framed.
Yes,
Tony said. And then I got framed.
He lay on the bed next to her, and they stared at the ceiling together. The morning light brightened outside and tried to peek through the curtains.
Anabelle had never seen light so beautiful. She breathed out, glad to hear the words from Tony's lips. Until now, she had only suspected that Tony got framed. She had good reasons to, but now she had the proof. A huge ball of tension deflated in her gut, leaving a warm, happy glow in its place. She hadn't even realized that she was holding so much, or that not hearing confirmation from Tony was affecting her this much.
That's good to hear,
she said.
It's good I got framed?
Tony asked.
No.
She laughed. It's good to know you didn't steal all that money.
Do I have reason to steal money?
Tony asked. You've seen the estate. I'm not lacking. I never was. My parents have done well all my life. It's the reason they could afford to have me in the first place.
Anabelle thought of the Bezaars' struggle to conceive a child, and then his mother's fear of losing Tony. It was the reason he lived in a cage all his life. Once it comes to light what Leo and Wendy did, they might let you off your sentence,
Anabelle said. Then we can travel. What about our wedding?
We have time to plan that,
Tony said. Let's see how the trial goes first. I'd like to get married someplace crazy. Going over the Niagara Falls, maybe. We can say our vows in a barrel.
We might not survive,
Anabelle said.
I was kidding. We can stand in the pond outside, among the piranhas.
You still haven't apologized for that.
"Anabelle, we'll think of something. I feel confident I can shrink my sentence at the least.
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