unable to hear a word I’d been saying. Smart move on his part.
“Central apartment.”
It was the third of my properties, positioned right at the heart of New York. At least the little blonde slut would get a nice skyline view as I fucked her up.
I’d pulled my mask off and dumped it out the window long before the car pulled up outside the Central main entrance. I could practically feel the relief of the driver as I left the car. Pussy.
I took a deep breath of city air before I reached the doors and stepped inside. I loved the city. I loved the buzz; I loved the life; I loved the thrill. Sure, I’d traveled the globe plenty through my thirty-five years on this planet, but nowhere had ever captured me like this place.
The team on main reception tipped their heads as I walked on by, but I ignored them, pacing through to the elevator.
I reached level thirty-two in a flash after giving a nod to the overhead camera as I passed level thirty-one. My security team is on constant high alert. Anyone trying to get to my suite would never make it without being stopped and shot. My go-to pimp, Rex Halloway, would be plenty safe with the bitch I ordered in his grip, but very few people could say the same.
I was standing at my main suite windows, surveying the city lights, when the buzz of my door sounded. I made my way over slowly, making them wait.
Rex arrived well within the hour. Excellent service. So it should be, since I was paying a fortune for his filth.
He gave me a nod as he handed the girl over. She was small. Scared. Pretty. Perfectly within my brief . . . but her hair wasn’t naturally blonde.
“Substandard product,” I said. “She’d better be a true fucking virgin or there will be shit to pay.”
“Short notice,” he replied. “I’ll send you a better one free of charge when you’re next buying.”
I shut the door in his face.
The girl didn’t know what to do. She was wearing a slip of lace, white and sweet. It suited her. I ignored her as I strode back through to the main living room, and she followed me with dainty little steps.
“What’s your name?” I asked her, and her voice was a delicate quiver when she answered.
“Natalie, sir.”
“Well, Natalie, tonight you’re Elaine, understand?”
She nodded. “Elaine.”
I smirked at her. She’d be a fun conquest.
“Get on your knees and crawl to me.”
She paused. Scared.
“I said, get on your fucking knees and crawl to me.”
She dropped down, a beautiful contrast against the black marble floor tiles, and did as she was told. My dick was straining in my pants as she reached my feet and stared up at me with those sweet blue eyes.
“How old are you?” I asked, and her eyes stayed fixed on mine.
“Eighteen, sir.”
“Have you ever taken cock before?” I asked her, and she shook her head.
“No, sir.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“More convincing than that.”
She nodded harder. “Yes, sir! Please, sir!”
“Show me,” I said. “Show me how much you want to be fucked by Lucian Morelli.”
I sat down in my leather armchair, and she hovered on her knees, not sure what the hell she should be doing. I liked that. I liked the nerves bristling through her slender little body.
She couldn’t pass for Elaine Constantine, but I’d have fun making her try.
I clicked my fingers. “Come here and show me how horny you are for me, little girl.”
Once again, she did as she was told. She positioned herself between my legs and tugged the white lace down over her tits. Sweet little nubs, ripe to be bitten. She flicked at her own nipples and squeezed her flesh. They were small. Cute. Not as big as Elaine Constantine’s, but still aching to be hurt.
“Sit down and open your legs for me,” I said, “Show me how eager your pussy is.”
She sat back on the tiles, lifted the slip of lace and opened her legs. Her pussy was shaved and glistening. A sweet little innocent slit.
“Play with that pretty wet clit, little one,” I told her. “But don’t you dare put your fingers inside.”
Her quivering hands told me my instruction was redundant. She wouldn’t be putting any fingers inside herself. I doubted anything had ever been inside that delicious little pussy of hers.
I could see her mind whirring, and there was something about this little one. Something I hadn’t seen for a