Heartless - Jade West Page 0,55

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