life, and yet nothing had ever made me feel as vulnerable as the way he invaded me so softly. His thumb was strong as it explored my mouth, commanding me in the most intimate way. I tried to pull back from him but he pinned me to the counter, making me moan as he petted my tongue.
“Suck,” he hissed, but I didn’t suck.
I moved my tongue in nothing more than a flicker, tasting him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste the monster’s thumb.
“Suck,” he hissed again, but I didn’t.
He swapped his thumb for two thick fingers, and I tasted him fresh. Flickering, flickering, flickering with my tongue.
He liked it. I could see it in his eyes. The monster liked it.
“Dirty girl,” he growled, and I loved the tone in his voice. “Show me that hungry little tongue, I want to see it.”
I did show him. I opened my mouth nice and wide and showed the beast my tongue, still brushing against his fingers as he pulled them free.
I wasn’t prepared for him to lower his head so quickly. I wasn’t prepared for the way he nipped his teeth around my tongue hard enough to make me squeal. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hair in his fist, held me still as he sucked on my tongue.
I tasted blood at the same time he did.
He let out a moan. I knew he was smiling.
Lucian Morelli really was a monster.
His lips were red as he pulled away.
“You’re fucked up,” I told him, with that hint of spoiled little cow back in my voice. “Did you know that, Morelli? You’re a fuck-up.”
I thought he’d take offence, but he didn’t. He smirked at me.
“Yes, I know that,” he told me. “I’ve been a fuck-up since the day I was born. I enjoy it. Regular life is so fucking dull.”
That made me smirk right back at him. It was one of the few things we had in common. I too had been a fuck-up since the day I was born.
Everyone else in my family had been in their billionaire childhood dreams, and I’d been drifting along the side lines, focused on the shadows at the edges. Maybe that’s why the evil men had picked me out of the Constantine girls for their sick thrills. Maybe I was asking for it with my weird little ways right from the start.
My bleeding tongue was throbbing. I rubbed my mouth on the back of my hand and there was a smear of red. Still, I didn’t care. I really was a crazy bitch with all my parts jarred together.
I’d have happily stayed there for a sick, twisted lifetime, pinned by the filthy fuck-up at the counter top, but no. He had other plans.
His grip was firm on the back of my hair as he spun me around and shoved me back through to the hallway.
“Let the games begin,” he said.
4
Lucian
I shouldn’t have been anywhere near that place. I should’ve been busy in the city, focusing my attention on worthwhile Morelli affairs. Still, should’ve was having less and less relevance around the silly little bitch I was toying with.
Her blood was still beautifully metallic in my mouth as I shunted her through to the hallway and onwards, right through to the small lounge of the property. I knew she was amazed by the shithole on my portfolio. It gave me a disgusting regret at bringing her out here, as though her eyes were peering inside me somehow. I should’ve settled for a brief intense spell at city central. Should’ve, should’ve, fucking should’ve.
I only switched on a lamp, illuminating her just enough to give her a sweet golden sheen.
“Strip,” I told her, and she spun to face me, fixing me in that pretty gaze of hers.
This time she didn’t even attempt to argue with me. She slipped her dress straps from her shoulders with her lips pursed tight, trying to hold out the fuck you in her stare. She failed to hide the truth of it, even though her whole body was lying. She was scared. Really fucking scared.
My mouth watered at the thought of her heart racing in her ribs and her stomach fluttering, nervous.
I wanted to feel her breaths quick and hot against me as I played with her, but I held back, stoic and firm as I folded my arms across my chest.
“Strip for me,” I told her again.
She let the dress slip down to show her bra, perfect in its