La Bella Y La Bestia Lyrics Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

Still, it couldn’t stop the laugh that left me. I couldn’t stop it. Maybe I’d hit my head one too many times in a short period, or maybe I could hear the fear in his words, the insecurity. “Scared, little boy? You should be.” I smiled up at him. “La Bestia is coming for you. Will you play dirty again? Play the spoiled brat enacting revenge because you didn’t get what you wanted?” “You will be mine. You were supposed to be mine, and I will make it happen.”

Valentina blinked, actually looking down at her robe in shame. Romeo spun around and faced Mateo. He lowered his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were dancing with manic energy. "And you must be the Big Boss.” Romeo purred. "Mr. Santiago. I have heard so much. They say you have a jawline that can cut glass and a heart that pumps ice water. I love it. Very chic." Mateo looked completely baffled. He was a man who understood violence and intimidation. He did not understand this. "Get him out." Mateo ordered the guards.

Suddenly my heart began beating faster than normal, my eyes meeting the midnight blues of Romano Callaso, I couldn’t place what was different about him, sure he was well groomed, beautifully dressed but he had a look of sadness on his face. At first Romano looked back at Santos as if he didn’t realise who I was, then it hit him, the reality of me walking towards him. He instantly turned his head back to look at me, taking a step forward in front of Santos. I continued to walk slowly, until baby Roman came into view of Romano.

Vincent instantly trusted his tongue, devouring her mouth mercilessly. His inner beast took control. He wanted to rip her apart. Her tears kept on falling, embracing her cheeks, and he kept on wiping them while caressing her cheek. After a while of satisfying his beast, he broke the passionate kiss, breathing heavily, but his heavy breathing didn't stop him from attacking her delicious neck. She held his biceps as he kept on devouring her against her will. She gasped out when he started to suck her neck harshly. "I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!"

Rome leans to the driver and whispers, "What's your favorite sexy song?" The man says, "I like Beyonce." "Okay, play Beyonce's sexiest song, and drive slow." The taxi driver grinned and turned up the music for them. Rome didn't know what he was in for when this song came on. Rome sits back, pulling Bridgette flush against him. He opens the bottle of wine, takes a swig, and offers some to Bridgette as she takes a sip. Then her leg snakes over his as Rome's lips finally land on hers for the first time tonight. It was smoking hot in the back seat of that taxi.

I moaned, not sure what had gotten into me. "Good," the beauty murmured, her voice low and seductive. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands trailing down my chest. "Don't stop," she moaned. I couldn't believe it. I was actually having sex with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I couldn't stop the words that escaped my lips. "Rosita, I love you. I love you so much." "I love you too, Lord Deangelo. You are the best lover I have ever had," the beauty beamed.