by Jade West
“Keep your hands above your head,” I growled at her, and she nodded. “Good girl.”
My fingers slipped down her throat and along her collarbone. My mouth was back on hers as I took hold of her tits and squeezed hard enough that she moaned against my lips. I squeezed harder, twisted, made her moan louder. My thigh rubbed against her pussy with a force that made her cry out, but still she squirmed against me. Yes, Elaine was a masochist. She wanted this.
I was as desperate as she was as I dropped to my knees before her. I, Lucian Morelli, dropped to my knees in front of a Constantine with the sole desire to pleasure her. The very thought was insanity. My mouth was hungry for her pussy, my tongue was a snake against her clit, round and around in a rhythm that had her hands in my hair.
“No!” I barked. “Hands above your head!”
She did as she was told. Her arms were up straight, hands flat to the wall as I ate her out with renewed vigor. She was mine. Her pussy was mine.
Elaine tensed up as I did the unthinkable and prepared her beautiful slit for my cock. I wet my own fingers before I pushed two inside her, slowly enough that she murmured. I was so gentle. Even as I nipped at her clit, I was gentle inside her.
“My God, Lucian! Please! Yes! More!”
I didn’t give her more. I made her wait, slowly, slowly, back and forth.
“Please! More!” she cried.
“Quiet!” I grunted, and once again she did as she was told, holding her breath as I teased her with my tongue.
I was going to make Elaine Constantine come with my fingers inside her. I wanted to hear her come, from my knees, with my mouth on her pussy and my fingers rammed deep.
I worked like a perfect beast against her clit, licking, sucking, nibbling as she whimpered. She tensed and she squirmed as I slid two fingers into her, and her hands dropped down the wall a touch, even though she did what she was told and kept them raised. She moaned and pushed against me, and slowly, ever so slowly, she lost herself to the sensations as I circled my fingers inside her, my tongue lapping at her clit, feeling her tension as the orgasm bloomed inside her. Her pussy was divine, a flower that would be the most beautiful thing in the world to stretch open wide when I thrust my dick inside her. Only it wouldn’t be now. I would be holding out on those petals until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
The noises were beautiful as she crested. Her murmurs were the most intoxicating sound. My face was wet with her juices when she shuddered and buckled and gasped to find her breath. Elaine Constantine was a filthy little angel when she came for me.
I tasted of her when I got to my feet and pushed my tongue in her mouth to dance with hers.
I tugged hard on her nipples and claimed her hot mouth with mine until she was squirming and fucking drooling.
Fuck, I loved kissing Elaine.
I was in love with Elaine fucking Constantine.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, and I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it anymore, not any of it. I wanted Elaine Constantine to hold me. I’d never wanted anyone to hold me in my life, but her touch was magic to me.
I thought she’d be done and finished when I pulled away from her mouth and let go of her nipples, but her breaths were still fast and light, and her eyes were wide on mine.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, Lucian, don’t stop.”
I thought she wanted my tongue back on her clit, but she didn’t. Her cheeks were flushed pink when she dropped her eyes from mine, squirming nervous.
“Please, Lucian. Hurt me some more. I need more pain.”
31
Elaine
I was still flying high when Lucian pushed me forward over the arm of the sofa. My breaths were still shallow and my clit was still tingling as I bared my ass to him and he slapped me, hard. I loved it. The sensations set me alight. This was the kind of pain I needed above any other. I needed to be hurting, but high, and I was so high I was soaring . . . being hurt by the man I loved.
The man I loved.
The very thought had me grinning as he hit me.
His slaps were quick, but not so quick they had me squealing. He was paced and steady, and that’s when I knew it, for the very first time I’d ever known it. He was hurting me for me and not for him. He was giving me pain for my pleasure and not his own. It was the most amazing feeling.
My flesh was alive, burning just right where he’d hit me. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he slipped his fingers between my thighs and pushed them inside me, teasing just like he’d done before. This time I was ready for him. I was bucking back against him for more. More fingers, more slaps, more Lucian. More Lucian, more Lucian, more Lucian.
The gorgeous beast gave me more Lucian.
“Tell me you fucking want this,” he said, but there was no venom in his words. The monster’s words were dripping with lust.
My voice was desperate. “Please. I want it.”
I heard him unbuckle his belt, heard it sliding through its loops, and I tensed, waiting, only he didn’t hit me. There was no torrent of thrashes or promises of how he was going to fuck me up. Not this time.
“Tell me you want it, Elaine. Make me believe how much you want it.”
It was an amazing rush, to have to convince Lucian Morelli that I wanted him to hurt me before he would hit me. I looked back at him over my shoulder with pleading eyes.
“Please, Lucian. I really do want it. I promise you I want it. I need it. I need you.”
He trailed the leather across my ass, and I clenched.
“Make me believe you want it, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I felt it right down in my stomach.
He said sweetheart like he meant it, because he did. I really was his sweetheart, not just his toy.
My eyes must have spoken as loud as my voice when I gave him the words.
“Please, please, I want it. I want your belt on my ass. Please give me your belt on my ass. Please . . .”
I was so ready for it when he hit me. One, yes. Two, yes. Three, yes!
I cried out on the fourth thrash, and he paused, waiting as I rocked, then stilled.
He waited for me to be ready for the fifth thrash. My God, he waited for me to be ready.
Lucian was a master at mastering me. His touch was incredible, teasing then thrashing, teasing then thrashing. The sensations blurred between pleasure and pain, like they normally did, only this time there was more to it. I was being guided, played like a violin by a man who wanted to play me right.
My ass was hurting almost too much to bear by the time he flipped me onto my back, arching me tightly over the sofa arm. My flesh was throbbing, raw. Divine.
“Are you going to trust me?” he asked, and his eyes were so sincere in their beautiful power, no longer a foe.
The nod of my head was genuine. “Yes, Lucian, I’m going to trust you. I do trust you.”
I did trust him. I trusted a Morelli. The very idea was insane, but it was true. I trusted Lucian Morelli more than I trusted anyone, even more than I trusted myself.
“Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Elaine,” he said, and I did it without hesitation.
I stretched my thighs wide open and presented myself for him, wet and wanting. He brushed his thumb against my clit and let out a gorgeous moan.
“You are a beautiful creature. Your sweet blonde pussy is to die for.” He smirked at his own words. “It is though, isn’t it? Your sweet blonde pussy is literally to die for. I’ll be a dead man for my crimes.”
“I’ll be a dead woman for wanting you back,” I whispered. “We’ll both be dead, Lucian.”
His smile made my belly flutter along with my clit.
“At least we’d die happy.”
I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I’d die happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”
His thumb was working magic on my clit, and my ass was still throbbing underneath me. I could have laid there for a lifetime enjoying it, watching him. It was him who coaxed me to more.
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“Trust me, baby,” he whispered and then he raised his hand. “Keep those legs spread nice and wide. I’m gonna take your pussy in so many more ways than one.”
I would keep my legs spread as wide for him as I could for as long as I lived. I held them up high, offering him everything. I knew he was going to slap me where it hurt the most, and I wanted it. People had hurt me in so many ways before, but never because I wanted them to, and never with such care in their eyes.
I cried out when he slapped my pussy nice and hard, but I kept my legs spread. I bucked and squealed and squirmed as he hit me over and over, but it didn’t matter, I still kept my legs spread wide. He hurt my pussy, and I loved him for it.
“You’re such a good girl,” he told me, and it made me glow inside.
I’d always wanted to be a good girl for someone I loved.
I was a good girl as he teased my nipples then twisted my tits until I cried out for him. He did it slowly enough that I was begging for more, seeking the pain.
“Please fuck me,” I asked more than once. But he didn’t.
We were there for hours in the living room, and all of those hours were about me and not him. He gave me every scrap of his attention, and care and time. Even when I tried to grab for his dick, he wouldn’t let me. It was all about my body and its thrills.
I was exhausted, burning and breaking in the most incredible of ways when he made me come for the third time over. I was sweating and smiling and lost in my bliss, and the monster was smiling right back at me as he grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet, then against him.
“You are one tired little beauty,” he told me, then wrapped me up tight in his arms. “How about we get chef Morelli to make you some pasta, hmm?”
I couldn’t stop my laugh as I held him back. “Chef Morelli’s pasta sounds absolutely damn amazing.”
32
Lucian
I’d never enjoyed doing anything for anyone. Gratitude meant nothing to me other than weakness. It was an entirely new sensation to enjoy doing things for Elaine.
I enjoyed making her come until she was a quivering mess, and hurting her in a way her body ate up in bliss, and most surprisingly of all I enjoyed making her pasta while she watched me.
She looked more beautiful than ever as she stood by my side at the kitchen counter, swamped in one of my clean shirts from the wardrobe. Her hair was wild, and her eyes were wide, and her grin was wide to match.
I knew one thing for certain before I’d even finished slicing the salami. I was going to enjoy hurting the people who’d hurt her. I was going to savor every fucking second of it.
“Have you quit the day job now, then?” she asked me, with a twinkle in her eyes as I stirred the pasta. “Is it still none of my business?”
I couldn’t hold back a smile. “I haven’t quit the day job, no. I’m taking a vacation.”
“A vacation?” she asked, then laughed. “I can’t imagine you ever taking a vacation.”
“You and the rest of the populous who know me.”
It was a very true observation on her part. I couldn’t recall ever taking a vacation in my life. I hated non-productive time.
“So . . . where are we going on this vacation?” she laughed. “A beach resort somewhere amazing?”
I tipped my head with a smirk. “Kington Peak. I’ve heard there is a nice little countryside house which needs some gardening work.”
I loved the way she grinned.
We ate largely in silence as we munched at our pasta, but this time it wasn’t tense; it was easy. A lovely ease between two people who really like each other’s company. Like was an understatement, but I was still struggling with speaking the word in my own mind, even to myself. Two people who really love each other’s company.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at me with love in their eyes like Elaine did for me. It was a stunning thing. Her eyes had never looked like such magical pools of blue as they did when they were filled with happy adoration. I’d never grow tired of looking back at them. I could only assume that mine were filled with a sheen of adoration to match. Even the thought was still too bizarre to imagine.
Still, I may be a lover, but I was a hater, too. The love for Elaine fueled the evil inside me in other directions, and it fueled it hard. I despised the men who’d broken her pretty little soul when she was a sweet young butterfly with innocent wings. I’d always enjoyed hurting people, but I’d never wanted it with the passion I felt down deep as I thought about tearing those sickos to pieces.
“You going to curl up with me on the sofa like a boyfriend?” Elaine giggled as she collected my dish from me. “Is that what you are now? Are you my boyfriend?”
She was joking. Her humor was all over her face. I didn’t answer her humor with more. My reply was deadly serious.
“I’ve never been a boyfriend in my life. I’ve never even been close. This situation is entirely new ground.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve never been a girlfriend, either.” She laughed. “I was being silly, not serious. I’m hardly going to be talking marriage and kiddies next, am I? Just because we like playing around with orgasms and eating pasta together doesn’t mean we’re suddenly soulmates.”
“It would be hard to be soulmates with someone who’s soulless,” I told her. “Believe me, sweetheart. I’m pretty damn soulless.”
Her eyes were wide as she looked at me. “Yesterday I’d have believed you.”
I couldn’t find a reply to that. The whole concept of having a soul and a girlfriend and any kind of romance was enough to make me feel strangely fluffy inside, and I didn’t like fluffy. Fluffy was for pathetic wimps and pussies.
Even in my fluffy loved-up state I couldn’t bring myself to curl up on the sofa with Elaine and watch shit on TV. I made for an early night, and she headed along with me with no mention of the room down the hallway. She climbed straight on into my bed along with me once we were done with our showers.
“Are you going to actually fuck me soon?” she asked as I pulled her close under the covers.
“It’s the jewel in the crown,” I said. “When I take it, I’ll be taking it slowly. It’ll be worth waiting for.”
Her little giggle was cute. “I’ve been waiting quite a lot of years for it. I’m sure a little while longer isn’t going to hurt.”
Her sweet little yawn was divine. Even the most innocent things she did made her a pure temptress.
I wish I could have gone to sleep when she did. Her flutters of breath were sweet against my chest. I held onto her as she slept, loving the heat from her and thinking about how fucking bizarre my life was turning out to be. I hadn’t given a thought to Seamus or Duncan or Morelli Holdings. I’d been thinking of nothing but Elaine since the very second I left the office that morning and came speeding back home to find her outside.
Home.
This was really home now. Elaine was my home.
Elaine was the jewel in my crown.
For the first time in my life, I felt I needed to do more to deserve it, to earn that particular treasure.
She was still sleeping as I eased out from beside her, settling down into the covers like an angel. I made sure I was out of her view when I finally accepted my own need for revenge against those who hurt Elaine and my need to do it now. I had been planning on starting with Colonel Hardwick or the pricks on the charity auction scene, but no. I had one person at the forefront of my mind that night.
The first piece of shit to touch her.
I was aching with the need to destroy someone when I checked out Reverend Lynch online. Interestingly enough, he wasn’t all that far from Kington Peak. He was at a backwater manor down at Renyard Lake, only twenty minutes down the road back towards NYC.
Hmm. Maybe there was such a thing as fate after all.
As soon as I saw the details of his manor online I felt the surge of evil in me down deep. There was no way I could fight it, not even for a single minute longer. The cunt had
to suffer, and he had to suffer soon. Him and the others, one by one. I’d enjoy destroying every single one of them.
I checked Elaine was still sleeping like a baby as I put on my Terence Kingsley outfit and headed on out to the Merc in the middle of the night. I left a scrawled note on the kitchen counter with a be back soon, baby, sarcastic, like I really was going to get any good at being a boyfriend. The roads were empty as I sped towards Renyard Lake. My brain was churning like an evil sonofabitch as I plotted the ways I was going to hurt him. So many options, so many of them appealing enough to make my pulse race.
I’d packed a blade from the kitchen in my glovebox. A gun would be far too impersonal. I wanted up close. Pointed and sadistic. I wanted to see the fear in his eyes as I exacted Elaine’s revenge.
The manor was on top of me before I’d even registered I was there. It was a sprawling thing, slightly back from the lane. It was the easiest thing in the world to pull into the driveway. It would be the easiest thing in the world to kill him too, considering the security around this place was non-existent. Still, it would be, wouldn’t it? Who would ever be heading out here to kill a reverend?
Nobody apart from Terence Kingsley, that was for sure.
I made sure the glasses were up high on my nose when I rapped at the front door. I felt sick in my gut as I waited for an answer, imagining all too clearly how Elaine’s sweet little body must have been shaking when she arrived at this place every weekend. When the door swung open it was an old woman standing there. Her expression was little more than a scowl.
