Soulless: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy Book 2)

by Jade West

  I laughed. “It’s had worse. I’m not quite so virginal as you think I am. My life hasn’t been all that sheltered, asshole.”

  That angered him. He straightened and stepped on over, bristling in his hate of me.

  “You’ll be telling me all about who’s been pawing you, Elaine. By the time I take the last of you, I’ll know every one of your dirty little secrets.”

  He was wrong.

  I wouldn’t tell him anything I didn’t want to. He could tear me apart, and I’d still keep my mouth closed tight.

  He tipped my face up to his. “I just know there are plenty of dirty little secrets behind those pretty blue eyes.”

  He wasn’t wrong on that front. I had enough dirty little secrets to fill a bookshelf.

  His fingers slid down my throat, squeezing just a little before slipping my coat from my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. I didn’t fight him.

  “Such a pretty little Constantine bitch,” he whispered.

  I felt like a pretty little Constantine bitch. It was a beautiful darkness, to be wanted by such a demon.

  My words were out of my throat before I even realized they were coming, nothing but a breath from my lips.

  “Hurt me, monster. Show me what you really are.”

  I couldn’t hold back a gasp as he raised his hand to my face. I was expecting pain, but I didn’t get it. No. I got anything but pain. With a slip of his fingers as he gripped my face, Lucian Morelli pushed his thumb inside my mouth.

  It was the strangest thing to have the monster’s thumb so intimately between my lips, probing so gently. I’d been touched and groped and abused in the most intense of ways through my life, and yet nothing had ever made me feel as vulnerable as the way he invaded me so softly. His thumb was strong as it explored my mouth, commanding me in the most intimate way. I tried to pull back from him but he pinned me to the counter, making me moan as he petted my tongue.

  “Suck,” he hissed, but I didn’t suck.

  I moved my tongue in nothing more than a flicker, tasting him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste the monster’s thumb.

  “Suck,” he hissed again, but I didn’t.

  He swapped his thumb for two thick fingers, and I tasted him fresh. Flickering, flickering, flickering with my tongue.

  He liked it. I could see it in his eyes. The monster liked it.

  “Dirty girl,” he growled, and I loved the tone in his voice. “Show me that hungry little tongue, I want to see it.”

  I did show him. I opened my mouth nice and wide and showed the beast my tongue, still brushing against his fingers as he pulled them free.

  I wasn’t prepared for him to lower his head so quickly. I wasn’t prepared for the way he nipped his teeth around my tongue hard enough to make me squeal. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hair in his fist, held me still as he sucked on my tongue.

  I tasted blood at the same time he did.

  He let out a moan. I knew he was smiling.

  Lucian Morelli really was a monster.

  His lips were red as he pulled away.

  “You’re fucked up,” I told him, with that hint of spoiled little cow back in my voice. “Did you know that, Morelli? You’re a fuck-up.”

  I thought he’d take offence, but he didn’t. He smirked at me.

  “Yes, I know that,” he told me. “I’ve been a fuck-up since the day I was born. I enjoy it. Regular life is so fucking dull.”

  That made me smirk right back at him. It was one of the few things we had in common. I too had been a fuck-up since the day I was born.

  Everyone else in my family had been in their billionaire childhood dreams, and I’d been drifting along the side lines, focused on the shadows at the edges. Maybe that’s why the evil men had picked me out of the Constantine girls for their sick thrills. Maybe I was asking for it with my weird little ways right from the start.

  My bleeding tongue was throbbing. I rubbed my mouth on the back of my hand and there was a smear of red. Still, I didn’t care. I really was a crazy bitch with all my parts jarred together.

  I’d have happily stayed there for a sick, twisted lifetime, pinned by the filthy fuck-up at the counter top, but no. He had other plans.

  His grip was firm on the back of my hair as he spun me around and shoved me back through to the hallway.

  “Let the games begin,” he said.

  4

  Lucian

  I shouldn’t have been anywhere near that place. I should’ve been busy in the city, focusing my attention on worthwhile Morelli affairs. Still, should’ve was having less and less relevance around the silly little bitch I was toying with.

  Her blood was still beautifully metallic in my mouth as I shunted her through to the hallway and onwards, right through to the small lounge of the property. I knew she was amazed by the shithole on my portfolio. It gave me a disgusting regret at bringing her out here, as though her eyes were peering inside me somehow. I should’ve settled for a brief intense spell at city central. Should’ve, should’ve, fucking should’ve.

  I only switched on a lamp, illuminating her just enough to give her a sweet golden sheen.

  “Strip,” I told her, and she spun to face me, fixing me in that pretty gaze of hers.

  This time she didn’t even attempt to argue with me. She slipped her dress straps from her shoulders with her lips pursed tight, trying to hold out the fuck you in her stare. She failed to hide the truth of it, even though her whole body was lying. She was scared. Really fucking scared.

  My mouth watered at the thought of her heart racing in her ribs and her stomach fluttering, nervous.

  I wanted to feel her breaths quick and hot against me as I played with her, but I held back, stoic and firm as I folded my arms across my chest.

  “Strip for me,” I told her again.

  She let the dress slip down to show her bra, perfect in its lacy white sweetness. Her hips held barely any resistance, letting the fabric slide right down her legs to the floor. White panties. Sweet little white panties.

  Jesus Christ, I was going to enjoy them.

  She was already reaching around for her bra clip when I barked out a no to her.

  She flinched then paused, eyes wide.

  “Not yet,” I growled. “Stand still like a good girl.”

  She stood still, but her expression wasn’t anything like a good girl. There was a mist of hate about her, along with her fear. Fear and want. She wanted me, but hated it. Just like I wanted her, but hated it just as much.

  I had the whole Morelli vendetta at my fingertips, ready to be exploited. I had decades of disgust at her family line there for the retribution. I was going to fucking enjoy it.

  I made her stand for long slow minutes, loving how she shuffled more and more as I stared at her. She was getting agitated along with nervous, until she finally wrapped her arms around herself and found her voice.

  “Well, are you going to do something to me then or what?”

  Crazily, no I wasn’t. I smirked as I told her so.

  “Not yet, dolly. Your whole purpose is my amusement. I’m going to savor every second.”

  She sighed at me, feigning a whole new flash of confidence.

  “Boring, then. Great. May as well have scoffed down the tablets and fucked off out of life before you showed up.”

  I had a sick adoration of these different sides to the butterfly, so many colors on her wings flashing bright. Her fears, her secrets, her need to be a good little girl. Her self-hate, her self-harm, her sad little desire to move on from her upbringing and its bullshit – saving those addicts from the Power Brothers. Her mother wouldn’t piss on any of them if they were burning, much less allow her daughter to vouch for their debts. But Elaine knew that, too. She knew it and went against her family’s will.

  I was fascinated by Elaine Constantine and the spark of a woman she was amongst her weaknesses. The girl who still had that zing of herself in the ocean of shit she’d been wading in for years.
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br />   “Spread your legs,” I told her, and my voice was laced with malice.

  That’s when that zing of herself rang loud and clear. Light to my dark. Her answer was simple.

  “No.”

  “Spread your legs,” I told her again, but she shook her head.

  “Make me, Morelli. I’m not just a little pet who’s going to dance to your beat.”

  I closed the distance between us, loving how she flinched as I stepped up to her.

  “Oh, you’re a little pet, Elaine. You’re going to dance nice and hard to my beat.”

  My dick was straining in my pants, and my mouth was watering. Her breaths were every bit as shallow and fast as I imagined. I could almost hear her heartbeat thumping.

  My words were growls, and the dynamic shifted between us.

  “Spread your fucking legs.”

  She shuddered, wanting. She couldn’t help but want me.

  “Do it,” I whispered. “Do it like a dirty little girl.”

  She liked that. Fuck, she liked that. I could feel it.

  My cock liked it too. My cock liked it when Elaine Constantine shifted her legs apart like a dirty little girl.

  I crept my fingers up her thigh nice and slowly, tickling. She flinched as my thumb brushed her slit through her wet panties, breaths growing more shallow as I teased.

  “I’m going to hurt your pussy,” I told her. “I’m going to hurt your pussy so fucking bad you’re going to cry for me.”

  “At least fuck me first.”

  “You’ll have to earn that,” I said. “Earn my cock like a good little toy dolly.”

  There was something about my words that were resonating. I could feel her tension.

  “Rub your slit on my fingers,” I told her. “Make yourself come like a slut.”

  I teased her, coaxed her, tickling her pussy enough to make her tense up.

  I don’t know how we did it, descended into such a natural dance of flesh. The dam broke in my dirty girl and she braced herself on me, arms wrapping around my shoulders as she let her hips do the work.

  She rubbed her slit on my fingers, fast. She was desperate, walls breaking as her butterfly colors shimmied.

  I wouldn’t help her. My fingers were strong and still against her as she worked for her thrill.

  “Put them inside me,” she whispered. “Please.”

  But no. I wouldn’t put them inside her.

  “Rub your slit,” I hissed. “Come like a slut.”

  “Help me,” she said. “Help me come.”

  But no. I wouldn’t help her come. I wanted the filthy little dolly to do it all on her own.

  “What do you think about when you touch your clit at night?” I asked her with a growl. “What makes you wet, Elaine?”

  The question made her rub harder, putting more weight against my fingers.

  “Tell me,” I snarled. “What makes you wet, Elaine?”

  “Help me,” she whispered. “Help me come . . . please . . .”

  “What makes you wet, Elaine?”

  Her rhythm became faster, harder.

  “Please, Lucian . . . help me . . .”

  “What makes you touch your clit at night, little girl?”

  She was shivering, desperate. Her arms were gripping me tight.

  “Please, Lucian . . .”

  I knew she’d done it before. I knew she’d come for people.

  “Did they make you touch yourself?” I asked her. “Did they make you touch yourself as they hurt you?”

  She tensed, even as she rubbed against me.

  Yes. They made her touch herself as they hurt her. I knew it. I knew they hurt her, and I knew they made her like it.

  The thought made me hard and full of hate, both at once.

  Who the fuck had played with Elaine Constantine?

  “They did it, didn’t they?” I whispered. “They made you want it?”

  It tipped her over the edge like a horny little bitch. Her shudder was intense, her bucks so frantic as she cried out. The dolly’s back arched as she broke herself and came for me. She was lost, her body giving up the fight. Elaine Constantine came against my fingers like the dirty little slut I wanted her to be.

  And then I lost her. She came to her senses with a frown, pulling herself away from me with eyes full of spite. She grabbed her scrap of a dress up from the floor and held it tight.

  “Fuck you, Lucian! I didn’t want it! They could never make me want it. They were repulsive pieces of shit to me.”

  “If only your clit believed you. It seems your own body struggles with your lies along with the rest of the world.”

  That’s when I saw the crack into her soul, right into the depths of her broken little girl heart.

  It was absolutely fucking beautiful.

  “Just kill me,” she snapped. “Do me a favor and get it fucking over with, will you? I mean it, Morelli, I’m fucking done!”

  Oh, but if only she knew . . .

  If only she knew that her death was the furthest from my mind it had ever been.

  My games were only just getting started.

  5

  Elaine

  I hated the monster in front of me, playing me so hard for his sick thrills. I should never have let my guard down enough to show him even a snippet of my soul.

  The beasts had been playing with me for years since I was a girl, holding tight to my innocence while they twisted and twisted. My family wanted my purity. They barely let me grow up, keeping me in a casket of little girl ways, even when my body was changing. Hell, the men exploited that and used it for what they wanted.

  I was seventeen years old when the beasts finally changed their games and used me and my flesh in a whole new way, teasing me in a way I didn’t understand.

  “I mean it,” I told Lucian. “Just kill me and get it over with. I’m done with your bullshit. I’m done with everyone’s bullshit. Fuck off.”

  I hated so much in life, both big and small. I hated the very fact I was holed up here with a Morelli who wanted to kill me. I hated how small and weak I felt in my own pit of fears. I hated the undeniable tingles running from my clit through my body.

  Fuck knows what the fuck was truly going on here, but I was done with it.

  I sat myself down on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. I wouldn’t cry for him. No way would I cry for him. I choked back the tears and thought about all the assholes in the world who’d wanted to see me cry. Fuck them. Fuck him. Fuck Lucian Morelli.

  “You’re a pretty little thing,” he told me. “You really are.”

  I didn’t reply. I didn’t have anything to say.

  “Look at me,” he said, but I didn’t. I looked anywhere but at him.

  I looked at the mediocre wooden floor underneath us and the dull leather couch in the room. I looked at the bland, average picture of trees above the fireplace, which was barely more than a wood burner.

  Surely there was no way Lucian Morelli could really exist in this space. The thought was a joke.

  “I told you to look at me!” he ordered, but no. I didn’t fucking want to.

  That’s when I gave him the middle finger, fuck the consequences.

  The consequences were instant. He dragged me to my feet and threw me onto the couch, pinning me down with his hand at my throat hard enough to choke me.

  “Watch it, little girl. Rudeness will make your pain all the slower.”

  Even now, the scent and the heat of him drove me wild. I was lost to everything, so twisted up and confused by the whole sorry mess of my existence that I didn’t have a clue who I was or what I wanted anymore.

  Even as I gasped for breath, I couldn’t stop myself bucking up against him, legs wrapping around his waist. My body knew what I wanted. My body wanted a dick to spear my pussy for once in my fucking life.

  My body wanted Lucian Morelli’s dick to spear my pussy for once in my fucking life.

  He could do it . . . please . . . he could do it . . .

  I
tried to tempt him. My hips were a whole fresh rhythm of grinding and my panties were still wet from me coming against his fingers.

  I didn’t need to ask him to fuck me. It was way louder than words.

  “You’re a pretty little siren,” he told me. “Such a temptress. It would be so easy to fuck your tight little virgin hole right now.”

  I coaxed him some more, bucking, writhing.

  “Did you tempt them like this?” he asked. “Did they make you want it this much?”

  He let go of my throat enough that I could speak.

  “No. They fucking didn’t.”

  “I’m going to make you tell me all about it,” he said, and a distant little part of me wanted him to. That desperate little girl in me wanted to finally speak the truth and have it believed. But no. NO.

  “You won’t make me tell you. I’ll be taking my secrets to my grave, not giving them to a Morelli piece of shit.”

  “Who did this to you, Elaine?” he asked, and even the question gave me a sick pang in my stomach. “Who were the dirty men who turned you into their naughty little baby girl?”

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I hissed at him. “Fuck you, Lucian. Just fuck me or kill me, or both. I’m sick of fucking asking for it.”

  I could feel his dick, hard against me. It would have been so easy to fuck my tight little virgin hole, he was right.

  Just a shame Lucian Morelli doesn’t take the easy road.

  “This is going to hurt,” he told me, and pulled away enough to raise his hand.

  My legs were still spread open wide when his palm landed hard on my pussy.

  It hurt. It hurt enough that I clenched my thighs as tight as they would go and rolled over onto my side, but I was smiling. Somehow, I was smiling.

  “You’re one messed up little bitch,” he said, stating the obvious. “Seriously, Elaine, you’re fucked-up in the head.”

  I caught my breath enough to speak, pussy still hurting.

  “Yeah, well that makes two of us then, doesn’t it?”

  It was true. We were two fucked-up pieces of shit not knowing what the fuck we were doing or why.