off my feet, and I yelp in surprise, my legs wrapping around his waist. “But as far as how it feels to have that kind of power…you tell me.” He clears away the food from the table with one swipe of his long arm, then sets me down. He lifts my skirt and feels between my legs. I buck at the contact of his fingers exploring my wet pussy.
He groans. “Already so wet for me.”
“Always,” I moan as he wastes no time unzipping his pants. He frees himself, and with his fingers digging into my thighs he pulls me down to the edge of the table, impaling me with one hard thrust that has my entire body on fire with need.
We fuck well into the night, and after he’s made me come half a dozen times and my body feels sated and boneless, Chase takes me in his arms and carries me to bed. He tucks me in beside him, pulling me across his chest.
I’m drifting off to sleep, on my way to dream about the very man whose arms I’m in, when I hear him whisper into the dark, “And they lived happily ever-fucking after.”
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Heartless
Jade West
Lucian
I’d always been a monster for seeking out the forbidden, but even I was pushing my insanity to the limits that night.
Disguised by nothing more than a black leather mask covering half of my face, I mingled my way through the guests. I was right at the heart of it – pompous bullshit, bloated pretences, false kisses, and fake smiles. Everything I’d have expected from the Constantines.
“Champagne, sir?”
I shook my head, and fixed the little waitress in my evil stare. “Mineral water.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
She scuttled away, rattling her tray of glasses as she went.
Tinsley Constantine’s coming of age masked ball was bursting at the seams. Hundreds of stupid fools chattering in stupid foolish costumes, and I was twisting amongst them like a vine with invisible thorns.
I could almost smell them – the Constantines. They were crawling through the place, billowing through the masses with their idiot blonde bullshit. Vivian, and Keaton, and Tinsley herself were prancing around as though they were on a film set, but not nearly so much as Caroline. The mother of the whole damn posse was dressed up like some kind of ice queen in a ridiculous diamanté mask, smirking at everyone she passed, like royalty. The very sight of her made me retch.
But, despite all her efforts with the crowd, it wasn’t Caroline Constantine who was sucking at my attention like a black hole. It was the woman in gold. The woman owning the room without even trying.
She was wearing a Venetian mask that covered so much of her face I could barely make out her features, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t need to see her face. The visible parts of her were enough to drive me wild.
I’d been watching her swirling from guest to guest, swigging back the fizz and guffawing like they were the most hilarious person she’d ever met. Her laugh was a cross between a cackle and a giggle, enough to grate my teeth. Yet still, I couldn’t stop looking at her.
The gold silk of her ballgown was a perfect envelope on a perfect body. Sloping curves in a delicious hourglass – a gorgeous pedestal of glamour to highlight the elegance of her slender neck. Oh, how I’d love to crush that neck in my hands as I fucked her rough enough to hurt.
Her blonde curls were held up in twists glittering with diamonds. Her fingers were manicured and glittering to match, sparkling under the chandelier lights every time she reached out a hand for some moron to kiss it.
Lust and disgust were a heady combination twisting in my gut – and throbbing in my cock along with it.
She must’ve been a Constantine. She reeked of one.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to kiss or kill the Constantine bitch, but one thing was for certain.
I wanted to take her body.
Slowly.
Deeply.
Painfully.
I wanted to see her hurt. I wanted to hear her cry. I wanted to feel her body fight me as she begged me to stop, even though her pussy was screaming for more.
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In a single moment, she becomes my obsession...
Elaine Constantine will be mine. And her destruction is only my beginning.
I’ve known all my life that the Constantines deserved to be wiped from the face of the earth, only a smoking crater left where their mansion once stood. But that’s a bedrock knowledge, something eternal that lives in my blood. Tonight, I infiltrate their lives, twine myself into their deceitful inner workings so I can take them apart piece by piece.
That’s my plan until I see her, the woman in gold with the sinful curves and the blonde curls. My will to dominate her runs as deep as the hate I have for her last name. No matter how beautifully she bends beneath my hands, I'll leave her shattered, a broken toy for her cruel family.
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