Heartless - Jade West Page 0,3

the shock bristling right through her.

Shock and something more. Something deeper.

Her eyes were searching mine as I pawed at her. Seeking.

“Who the fuck are you?” she panted, “Do I know you?”

“I’m your true damn nemesis,” I said and forced two fingers inside her.

She was so tight it made my mouth water.

The bitch moaned for me. “Nobody touches me. Ever. They wouldn’t dare.”

I laughed in her face and dropped the British accent. “I take whoever I want, whenever I want.”

That’s when it must have clicked for her. That’s when she pushed me away hard enough to tug my mask off.

The shock on her face was divine.

“No! NO! It can’t be. You can’t be! My God. My fucking God . . .”

I was still laughing. “Oh, I am, sweetheart. I am. You’d better believe it.”

“Lucian Morelli! What the fuck? You’re Lucian damn Morelli!”

“Pleased to meet you, Elaine Constantine,” I said and twisted my fingers inside her.

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Elaine

No. No. NO.

It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense.

Lucian Morelli – LUCIAN MORELLI – had his fingers inside me at my sister’s masked ball.

How in the damn fucking world did I end up with Lucian Morelli’s fingers inside me at my sister’s masked ball?

He was dead. We were both dead. Fuck. FUCK.

My head was spinning, stomach lurching hard enough that I’d have been sick if I had anything but fizz to spew up.

“How the hell did you get in here?” I asked, but even at the height of the deadliest storm I’d ever known, my body didn’t care about the answer. My body only cared about him.

Even through the spinning and the lurching, my flesh was a law of its own, bucking against him for more. My senses were screaming, needing him. Needing a man who would finally make me his. Finally.

But it couldn’t be him.

Please, god, no.

It couldn’t be Lucian Morelli.

He forced my thighs further apart and hitched me higher against the wall, and he wasn’t even slightly scared. Even in that moment, even knowing exactly what I was capable of in this place with security all around us, he didn’t flinch. Didn’t shy away. Didn’t give a shit for a thing I was saying.

It was obvious that Lucian Morelli wasn’t scared of anything. The man was the devil, reigning over hell.

“I get in wherever I want, whenever I want,” he told me, and I didn’t doubt it.

I pasted on my bravado. “If I tell one single person you’re in here, you’ll never make it out alive. You know that, right? You’re a fool.”

He answered in a beat. “If I thought for one second you’d be telling one single person I was in here, you’d be dead already, sweetheart.”

He could’ve snapped my neck with his fingers still inside me, and I knew it. He’d have made it out of the compound before anyone even noticed I was gone. It’s not as though anyone would have cared I was gone anyway – Mom would probably be grateful. She’d probably raise a glass to my demise, just so long as nobody saw her do it.

If I wasn’t dosed up on cocaine and champagne, I’d have been petrified. A mouse in the claws of Lucian Morelli – head of the whole Morelli clan since his father handed him the reins.

He was a brute. An evil brute. A freak on a mission to tear down my family every single day of his life. An oath sworn in blood.

Maybe I was the next sad little victim in his quest.

Maybe I wouldn’t even care. Maybe it would be a blessing. So long, world.

I was torn between screaming for help or accepting I was a toy in his grip. Because maybe, just maybe, I could finally know what it was like having a real cock inside me before I choked out my final breath.

That’s when the coke spoke louder than anything. That’s when the coke, and my racing heartbeat, and the tingle between my legs laughed at me, and told me I wanted to be a toy in Lucian Morelli’s grip.

So, I did it.

I spread my legs even wider for the devil between them, and I kissed him. I kissed him, and I hoped he’d make it hurt. I hoped he’d make my first time something that would scar me forever. Especially if my forever wasn’t going to last all that long.

The monster pinned my wrists above my head.

Yes. Do it.

I smiled at him, my lips puffy from when he bit at them. I felt like a whore, and I spoke like