Heartless - Jade West Page 0,56

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