by Jade West
“I wasn’t here to save you,” he told me. “I was here to save your pussy.”
“That’s why you’re here, is it?” I pushed. “For my pussy?”
I heard his sigh, patronizing me as though I was a stupid little girl.
“Be quiet now, Elaine. Shut the fuck up.”
I didn’t move. Even if I’d wanted to, I didn’t have the strength.
I was quiet when he spoke again.
“I can’t believe you thought he’d be anything like me,” he snapped. “I can’t believe you’d be a dirty little slut with that fucking loser.”
But I wasn’t a slut. I was still a virgin. Still a tiny blonde virgin staring up at the darkest Morelli in the world.
“You just killed a guy from London,” I said, like I wasn’t stating the obvious. “A singer from London. They’ll know you killed him. They would have seen you . . . at the party . . .”
“I bet they gave you awards for your intellect at school, didn’t they?” His sarcasm left me cold.
My gaze was pulled to the body so close to me. I’d never seen a dead body before, let alone seen someone stabbed and taking their last breaths. I let out another sob and put my hands to my face, and that’s when I heard Lucian sighing again.
“Don’t play the fucking innocent, Little Miss Constantine,” he sneered. “Your family has as much blood on its hands as mine does. Don’t pretend you’ve never seen it.”
But I hadn’t. I hadn’t seen it. My family kept it hush hush and always had, paying people to do the dirty work just to keep our evil detached from us.
He must have seen the blankness on my face.
“You have, right?” he pushed. “Surely, you’ve seen the murderous shit your family have been doing for decades?”
I shook my head. “No. I never have.”
He smirked at me, even in that room with the stench of death and blood on the air, he smirked at me.
“Well, well. Now you’ve been fucking enlightened, haven’t you?”
I didn’t want to be enlightened. That kind of enlightenment would never let me sleep soundly again. Deep inside me, even amongst the shadows, and the violations, and the loss I felt in my soul, I still felt like a good little girl. I still felt like a good little girl who didn’t want to see another man die . . .
Hell, that was the reason I was in so much shit with the Power brothers after all . . . I didn’t want to see anyone die . . .
Lucian was busy tapping on his cell when I finally dragged myself together enough to get to my feet. I was shaky on my heels, barely able to bend down steadily enough to grab my clutch. Even that was blood-soaked; stained forever.
It was when I was standing there, eyes open wide and lip still trembling, that Lucian stopped looking at his cell and turned to me. We stood there, in silence, so much unspoken between us that it made my heart thump to a whole other tune.
It was a stupid thing to say, but I couldn’t help it.
“Thank you,” I said in a whisper. “Thank you for saving me.”
My thanks was genuine. Even though it was weak and ridiculous in a room where a man had just killed another, I truly meant it. Lucian Morelli really had saved my flesh from the man pawing at it.
He didn’t respond in words, just tipped his head at me with a bizarre expression on his face. One I couldn’t read.
I was stumbling towards the door when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. My body responded quicker than my brain, turning into him and pressing up tight. He slammed me into the wall, and even though it was the same spot I’d been fighting another man, I did anything but fight the monster before me. I was desperate for the beast I’d just seen murder another.
We were both covered in blood, but that didn’t matter. His shirt was wet and warm, soaking my dress even more as his body pressed into mine. His breaths were rasps, hot on my lips, and he smelled of blood, but of him, too. Underneath the red iron scent he smelled of him. Musk, and sex, and power.
It was me who kissed him this time. It was my mouth that pressed to his first and opened wide. His tongue was a serpent god, owning mine. His hands were heavy, grabbing me tight as mine snaked up around his shoulders.
It was frantic, just how hard I kissed him. He was my destroyer and savior both at once, and I wanted it that way. I wanted to feel both the love and the hate on his hands. I wanted him to take me to hell then raise me from the depths again.
“You’re going to pay me back for saving you,” he said against my lips. “I’m taking what’s owed.”
I wanted to give him what was owed. I wanted to stay in his arms for all damn time, so help me God.
He took hold of my neck and pinned me even harder as his mouth conquered me to a whole new level. My tongue was nothing against his, and I didn’t want it to be. I wanted to be under his command.
My thighs spread as wide as they would go under my dress as I offered myself to him. I moaned as he ground against me, rubbing myself against his knee.
It should have been revolting and shameful, offering my body to the Morelli heir with a dead body at our feet. But it wasn’t. It was anything but revolting, and it didn’t feel shameful.
It felt right.
Being with the monster felt right.
“Take me,” I whispered. “Please, Lucian. Please take me, because we’ll never get the chance again . . . not after tonight . . .”
Even the thought of being without my arch nemesis was enough to feel the pain in my heart, and that’s when it struck me, just how futile this connection was.
It didn’t matter how much I wanted Lucian Morelli. Nobody would ever let me have him. Not anyone in our world.
He slammed his palm on the wall above my head, and his eyes were the beautiful burning ashes of hell I was falling in love with. Because that was the truth of it. I was falling in love with the demon who wanted to destroy me.
“I always take what I want,” he hissed. “Nobody in this life ever stops me taking what I want.”
“Good,” I hissed back. “So take me. Please, just take me.”
His eyes were evil and loving, both at once as he tore my dress up and off me. I could feel the blood on my face and in my hair. I could smell it between us, along with Lucian’s deep dark cologne.
Lucian’s hands were red and tainted as he tugged my bra down, smearing my skin. His mouth was fierce and painful as he dipped his head to my chest, and I couldn’t hold back the smile, arching myself for more as he bit down on my tit and sucked it into his hot mouth.
“Fuck yes . . .” I whispered. “That’s nice. So damn nice . . .”
He ripped my panties and tore them free, and I stepped out of my heels, unsteady. I was trembling as he circled his thumb against my clit, aching for more.
“Yes . . .” I breathed. “Please . . .”
But it wasn’t my pussy he forced two fingers inside in one thrust. It was my ass.
I cried out because I wasn’t expecting it, and he bit my nipple harder. Sucked harder.
Three fingers made me cry out louder, and he was a beast as he slammed them deep.
It hurt. Really fucking hurt. But I liked it. Liked taking the pain for him.
Even though it reminded me of so many horrors . . . so many people who’d played games with me . . . so many sick fucks who used me for their pleasure without ever taking my true innocence . . .
Sick fucks who were supposed to be people I could trust . . .
His lips were glistening wet as he raised his mouth to mine.
“I’m gonna use you one step at a time,” he told me as he twisted his fingers in my ass. “One sweet little pleasure at a time, Elaine. I’m gonna take what I want.”
I yelped as he yanked his fingers free, a wonderful pain that made my pussy pulse as he unbuckled his belt.
I was desperate for it, and desperate to see him before he used me.
His cock was as much a monster as he was. I’d seen so many. So many sad little cocks used by their sad sicko owners
. . . but never one like his. Veined and thick as he worked it in his bloodied fingers. Bloodied fingers that had been buried inside me.
He forced me to my knees, his filthy fingers in my filthy hair, and my mouth was already open, wanting what was coming for the first time in my life.
“Make sure you make it nice and wet before I fuck you,” he grunted.
I did.
I did make sure it was nice and wet. I sucked him deep, and my tongue lapped at him as I stared up at him, and he knew in that moment.
He knew I wasn’t new to sucking dick.
I may have been shit at kissing, but I wasn’t shit at sucking dick.
“Dirty bitch,” he said and shunted right to the back of my throat. “Who fucked your mouth, little girl?”
I sucked him harder to avoid speaking, because I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to tell a soul who the fuck had destroyed mine.
“I’ll tear those truths out of you,” he snarled. “One day, little bitch, I’ll tear those truths from your throat.”
I kept lapping. Kept twirling my tongue around his thick, veiny cock, making it nice and slick as he used my mouth.
I let out a squeal as he pulled out and threw me backwards. I landed against Stephen’s body and squealed again, scurrying away on my hands, but Lucian didn’t let me get that far.
He was on me in seconds, his weight crushing mine into the bloodied carpet. It was still warm. Wet and warm. And so was he.
He lifted himself high enough that my fingers took on a life of their own and tried to unbutton his shirt. I wanted his skin. I wanted his flesh against mine.
He helped me and crushed right back on top, skin to skin. Blood to blood.
It suited us. Blood to blood. It would soon be ours. Paying for our crimes.
He ground against me, his dick tight to my clit. It was heaven, and I bucked, and begged, grabbing him for more. I wanted him inside me so badly.
“Please,” I said on a breath, “please take me, Lucian.”
He hitched my legs up high, thighs to my chest, a smirk on his face as he took hold of his cock and pressed it against my clit. Christ how I moaned for him. How I moaned as he drew that cock down through my pussy lips.
“Please,” I said, “fuck me.”
“My fucking pleasure,” he said and shunted hard in one savage thrust.
I cried out at the pain. Cried out at the shock as he rammed into me. Because he wasn’t fucking my pussy . . .
The monster was fucking my ass. The bastard wasn’t in my desperate pussy, he was slamming my ass.
Yet still I was begging for more.
I couldn’t stop myself begging for more.
Please . . . harder . . . harder . . .
He gave me harder. He gave it to me so hard I was crying out with every slam of his hips.
“I’m not the fucking first, am I?” he snarled, and I met his eyes as I shook my head.
I could see the rage in him as he used my ass.
I loved the fury on his face as he hurt me.
His voice was so low. “They were bold enough to take your asshole but not your virginity, were they? Pussies.”
They hadn’t seemed like pussies to me. Not when I was pinned under them, night after night, after night . . .
But now . . . under him . . . under the true, beautiful monster . . .
Under Lucian Morelli, anyone would seem like a pussy.
“They’ll pay for taking you. You’re my toy, Elaine. Mine. They should never have laid a finger on you. I’ll make them suffer for it.”
I hated the glow inside me . . . hoping . . . just hoping that he was telling the truth.
Maybe the Beast would hurt the beasts . . .
He changed angle, and I cried out again. We lost all track of words, and grunted, and thrusted, writhing in blood, and heat, and sin.
He worked his fingers against my clit as he fucked me, and even through the pain I felt the shudders as my breath quickened.
My God. Lucian Morelli was making me come . . .
And he was coming himself . . .
Lucian Morelli was coming in my ass . . .
Coming in my ass and kissing me . . .
He was kissing me . . .
My hands were in his hair as I kissed him back. My legs wrapped around his waist and gripped him tight, and I was his.
I was his.
My God. I was his as he pumped his filthy seed into me.
He caught his breath with my legs still holding him, staring down at me with a mixture of hate, and shock, and . . . love.
It was true. In that moment, Lucian Morelli stared down at me with love. I was sure of it . . . until he pulled away from me and tugged up his pants.
“You need to fuck off,” he said and threw my dress at me from the floor. “People will be coming.”
He was so cold as he stepped away from me, and it was like shutters had slammed down inside him. His passion dulled to icy gray steel.
My nerves were spiking fresh as the shutters came down inside me to match. I was in a dirty room with a dead body, hungry for the man who wanted to wipe out my whole family line. Hungry for the man whose come was dribbling from my asshole. It was crazy. The whole fucking lot of it was insane.
“Come here,” he barked and clicked his fingers.
I followed him without question as he opened door after door, shunting me inside the bathroom as soon as he found it. He turned on the shower and pushed me inside, not waiting until the water heated. It was freezing cold as it drenched me, and he scrubbed at me with his fingers, the shower tray swirling with red.
He tossed me a towel when the water ran clear, and I was shivering as I stepped out, dabbing myself dry before he strode back out to the main hall.
I was a wreck as I grabbed for my things, my ass hurting with every move I made.
I made my way to the door as soon as I could, heart pounding as I pushed it open and saw the metal steps down to the ground.
Lucian cleared his throat before I stepped out of there, and his stare was as evil as I’d ever seen it when he spoke again.
“You’ll be punished for all of this,” he told me. “Believe me, Elaine, I’ll make you pay for it. It’ll be painful, little girl. I promise you, it’ll be painful.”
My eyes were wide on his as I nodded at him.
“But it won’t just be you who pays for their filth,” he snarled and tossed my clutch at me. Forgotten again. “I’ll make them pay. Every little pussy boy cunt who took you before I did.”
I had no doubt of it in my heart as I walked away.
I was glowing for it.
Glowing and scared, both at once.
21
Lucian
When Trenton arrived on the scene, I was leaning against the wall, staring at the cunt I’d butchered, twirling the bloodied knife in my hands, my cock still throbbing from Elaine’s perfect asshole. My right-hand man burst through the door with a Jesus Christ and glanced around the place in horror. I didn’t blame him. It really was horror he was stepping into.
Horror I was proud of.
It was like a scene from an abattoir as he charged over to the pathetic prick’s body and stared down with pure shock on his face.
“What the fuck happened here? Fuck, Lucian, who is he?”
I kept twirling the blade in my fingers, barely even shooting him a glance.
“That doesn’t matter. Just get it cleaned up.”
I allowed him a minute while he was pacing around, trying to fathom just what the fuck had gone down in this place.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed, then pulled out his cell and started making the call to the clean-up team.
“Bury him deep.”
“So, who the fuck is that?” he asked between calls, gesturing to the dead body like it made any damn difference who it was.
“Nobody to concern yourself with.”
“This is back alley as fuck. Does anyone know you’re here?”
I scowled. “
Like I said, it’s not your concern.”
He kicked out at the guy’s legs, just to make sure he was really gone, then looked at me, eyebrow raised as he lit up a cigarette.
“Haven’t seen you get hands-on for a long time. Must’ve been something quite urgent to put that knife in your hands.”
“It was urgent enough,” I told him.
“Fine,” he said. “Just give me a bit more damn time to sort this shit out next time, will you? Preferably some damn fucking warning.”
I twirled the knife one last time before casting it onto the floor. “Am I done here?”
He nodded as he took another drag. “Yeah, you can go. The team will be here soon enough. Are we to wipe out any onlookers, or just give them warnings?”
It was an easy question to answer. Elaine Constantine was involved in this. Everyone in the damn vicinity should be wiped out rather than letting that shit out into the open.
“Everyone. Wipe out everyone,” I instructed and turned away to leave.
“Wait, Lucian,” he called.
I spun back to face him. “What?”
He headed closer and kept on smoking.
“The Power brothers. You wanted to know what was going down between them and the Constantines.”
My flesh surged with life as he said the words, a shiver of want right up my spine.
“Elaine Constantine,” I said, and closed the distance between us. “I wanted to know what was going down between them and Elaine Constantine.”
“Yeah, Elaine Constantine,” he repeated. “Well, I found out what’s going down. It ain’t pretty.”
I fixed my attention on his face. “Tell me.”
“She’s in deep. Got in drugs debt, same old. But there’s more. A shit ton more.”
“Spit it out,” I snapped.
He took another drag on his cigarette before he answered.
“It’s not just her own debt they’re chasing her down for. She took on a load of other debt with it. Other people’s debt.”
“Other people’s? What the fuck?”
He tipped his head. “Seems little miss stuck up isn’t quite the selfish little princess she appears to be. She’s been pitying a whole world of drug addict losers and bailing them out.” He laughed and sneered. “Stupid bitch.”
