Heartless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 1)

When Lord Eddington came cruising up with a “Rawlings!” I used the moment to make my exit, and there she was again, waiting to transfix me, the woman in gold.

She brushed by me on her way to the next little cluster of guests, close enough that I could smell her. Orchids and plum. Rich. Posh. Fake.

I could see the woman was trashed. Cocaine as well as champagne, no doubt. I could virtually taste it in the air around her as I heard the hurried clack of her heels against the polished floor. But there was more. Something . . . darker . . .

Secrets.

I could see them inside her, burning deep. A chasm in her façade that people were failing to see.

A silly little slip of a girl in red came dashing towards her.

“Elaine! My God, Elaine! You look A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!”

And that’s when it floored me. Seriously fucking floored me.

The woman in gold was Elaine fucking Constantine. The embarrassment of the whole Constantine family.

I knew of her, the party animal freak with desperate eyes. Always on the raucous outskirts of Bishop’s Landing, hitting the clubs in NYC and getting pictured in every damn tabloid that would post her antics. I should’ve known it a mile off, Venetian mask or not.

I glanced around the room, and it was so fucking obvious who I’d been staring at. Hindsight is 20/20, as they say. Caroline was scowling in her direction, gritting her teeth as Elaine let out another husky laugh. If the woman in gold wasn’t the Constantine matriarch’s daughter, she would already be dead.

If I wasn’t Terence Kingsley, I would too.

I guess that made us two fucked up peas in one fucked up pod.

It only made my cock throb harder.

I brushed up behind her, and she twisted her head to me; that’s when I first fixed her in my stare. Cruel. Bold. Dangerous.

The bitch in red was laughing about some bullshit on the Bishop’s Landing social circle, but that didn’t matter. In that moment, eye to eye, Elaine Constantine couldn’t give a shit about the Bishop’s Landing gossip.

She swallowed hard as our stares fixed and held, and I didn’t need to see the rest of her face. I saw enough in her gaze to know she was a doe in headlights. Her eyes were pools of blue, broken and needy, captured by the chill of mine, dark as charred coal.

I didn’t smile and stepped away as though she was nothing but a fly in my ointment. It only made her eyes more desperate as they followed me through the crowd.

I could feel it. Her curiosity.

On the back of just a few seconds, Elaine Constantine was desperate for me.

Her and the rest of the damn world.

I sipped on my mineral water and talked politics with the Weston crowd by the grand piano, ignoring her as she made her way closer.

She mingled. We stared.

My gaze was cold; hers, hungry.

There was chatter all around us, but still she made her way closer.

She should have learned her lesson as a baby girl long ago, that curiosity killed the cat. Clearly, she hadn’t. She kept advancing, trying her best to keep her cool, but failing. I was loving it, smirking to myself when she was almost with me. This golden siren was going to get herself slaughtered.

She was almost there. Almost. But no. The Happy Birthday song blared out as the charade of a celebration reached its peak. The whole gang of Constantine siblings assembled around the birthday girl as a massive cake appeared in a procession, all looking so damn proud of the stupid little bitch as she jumped up and down.

But not the woman in gold, she didn’t look proud of anyone in the hall that night. She didn’t join her siblings. Didn’t clap along with the procession or sing any happy songs.

No.

Elaine Constantine did nothing but guzzle down another glass of champagne before making her retreat towards the rear exit. No one looked at her, not as closely as I did. But every move she made was coated in sadness, the sort that tasted like blood in the water to a predator like me. It may’ve been a happy birthday for Tinsley, but in reality, the Constantine kids weren’t all right. Elaine was most certainly not all right.

Interesting.

Maybe I’d let the pussycat survive a little while longer while I played.

My cock made me follow her far more than my brain did. I was snaking in her wake as people cheered for Tinsley. I really was a monster for chasing the forbidden. A crazy one at that.

Elaine’s manicured fingers were already digging in her clutch when I stepped out into the hallway to join her. I knew exactly what she was digging for, but I didn’t give her the chance to reach it.

She let out a gasp as I spun her to face me, and a squeal as I slammed her up hard against the wall.