Ugly Beast Read online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
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Swallowing past the fear and pain, she waited.

Ugly Beast didn’t move.

She couldn’t say anything either.

This was her duty.

Being a Vigo daughter, a mafia daughter, this was her job. To lie down, spread her legs, and let her husband take her. The precious virginity they were all so ready to sell off now soiled the sheets. She didn’t even know if there was blood. Again, the dead ex-mistress had told her some women didn’t bleed. It was just another thing that made her afraid, that she worried about.

If she didn’t bleed, they’d think she’d given her virginity to someone else, which wasn’t the truth.

She was a virgin. Unlike her sister, she’d not even kissed a guy.

No kisses.

No touches.

Just pain delivered by her father’s hand.

Now, Ugly Beast.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he said.

He slowly pulled out of her, and she tensed up as he began to rock inside her. There was pain but something else.

She didn’t know what it was, and she stayed perfectly still, letting him do the work. He knew what he wanted.

He held her hands beside her head, holding her down, keeping in control. In this moment, she was just a body, something for him to use for his own pleasure. She didn’t matter, not now, not ever.

He began to fuck her harder, going deeper as he slid inside. Each thrust seemed to go easier inside her.

She watched him, not really paying attention. Any arousal she had had died in those few seconds.

Ugly Beast groaned as his body slammed into hers. Each thrust was harder than the last. He pounded inside, and then with a groan, he filled her one last time and she felt the spill of his cum as he filled her.

With each pulse, he moaned.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, but she didn’t let out a noise.

This was why their mothers rarely told them anything of the night of their wedding. She was prepared more than most thanks to the dead ex-mistress. Even with her words, Abriana had hope, but now, she hoped Ugly Beast found his release with other women. There was no way she could go through that again.

Her body was hurting a little, but her emotions hurt in more ways than the beating her father had given her, and she felt so humiliated that she couldn’t just do something right.

Ugly Beast pulled out of her, and she kept her eyes closed, only for them to jerk open as he picked her up.

She was tempted to fight him, only she knew how useless that was. He could do whatever he wanted. Her father had told her to be the perfect lady, to take what was coming to her as she was a Vigo.

Ugly Beast made her stand up, and she was a little confused but then saw what he was doing. The sheets had her blood on them. He stripped them off, as well as the sheet beneath it. Her blood had soaked through. He pulled back the rest of the covers, and with a gasp, he lifted her up, laying her back down.

Neither of them spoke as he disappeared back into the bathroom.

When he returned seconds later with a cloth, she tensed up as he opened her thighs and cleaned her off.

Words were not needed, and in truth, she didn’t welcome any kind of conversation with him.

Chapter Four

The following morning, Ugly Beast left Abriana to sleep in. He arranged for some food to be taken up to his new wife, and with the sheets in his hands, he made his way down to the men who he’d been told were waiting for him.

This tradition was bullshit. What was more, he had a problem with Vigo, and he wasn’t leaving here until that bastard knew at the first opportunity he was as good as dead.

Smokey met him at the bottom of the stairs, smoking a cigarette, even as a woman glared at him for clearly violating house rules.

“Well, how was it?”

“I’ve got the sheets, don’t I?”

Smokey burst out laughing only for it to die down at the look on his face.

Ugly Beast wasn’t laughing. He didn’t find anything of last night funny. He hadn’t even gotten any sleep last night.

The sound of her scream and the sob for him to stop kept on playing inside his head. She hadn’t asked him to do it again, but he’d not stopped. He’d continued until he came. He figured the rush of his cum inside would help spill out any more blood if there wasn’t enough. He didn’t have a fucking clue how this tradition worked. Abriana was his first and only virgin. There was no fucking way he’d ever do this again. No fucking way.

Running a hand down his face, he stared at his president.

“I want to kill Vigo.”

“Why?”

“He put his hands on her.”

“She wasn’t a virgin?” Smokey asked.

“She was. She was also covered in bruises. Not by me but by her fucking father. He put his hands on her.”


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