Heartless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 1)

She let out a breath. She believed me. Good, because I may be the most evil man on the planet, but I’m no liar.

The girl cried out when I slapped her tits for the first time, rocking a little as the pain dulled to a tingle. I loved the way the pink bloomed on pale skin.

“Get ready for a long night, Elaine,” I said and leaned in close enough to bite.

Her thighs clenched against mine as I hurt her tits. I sucked, and I bit, and I slapped, and I made her suffer, but it was slow. So slow that her body got confused, and her shudders turned to moans. Flesh always did – pleasure and pain weave such an intricate dance.

Her back arched towards me, and her pussy started soaking through my pants as I played, played, played. My flicks against her clit made her gasp for more, and her tears began to fall around a smile.

Yes.

She wanted me.

I pulled her slip off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Then I lifted her with ease until she was standing, feet planted either side of me, legs trembling as I pulled her into me and ran my tongue up her slit. I lapped at her until her hands were in my hair, hips bucking as she whimpered.

Yes.

Elaine was desperate for me.

I played her body like a violin with the tightest strung strings she could ever know.

I used her body for her pleasure, and I gave her ripples that made her feral as she cried out for more. Because that’s me. I’m a master at everything I do, always – but I’m showing the very best side of the monster when I’m mastering pleasure and pain.

I sucked on that needy pussy and made Elaine come for me. Over and over. I pushed her to the limits until she was begging, ragged and thrumming, so lost to everything that she was whimpering for my cock inside her. But not yet, not until she tasted the belt I’d promised her.

I got to my feet, made her bend over the arm of the chair, held a hand flat to the base of her back and I slapped that peach of an ass hard until she screamed, only allowing her to catch a breath in the time it took to free up my belt. I gave her no warning, swung that leather so sweetly it connected with a smack so sharp and brought a cry so gut-wrenchingly loud from the little doll that I almost came in my pants.

I hit her again and again until finally – with a dick so hard it was aching – I took her.

I held her head down flat against my leather chair, wrapped my fist in her fake blonde curls, and I took her.

One thrust. Hard and savage. Impaled all the way to my balls. And her cry was delicious.

She was tight. Tight and needy.

She cried out again when I started fucking her.

It hurt.

Bad.

I didn’t hold back.

Still, she liked it.

She reached down between her legs and kept circling her clit as I fucked her, and she liked it.

Her ass cheeks were pink from my slaps, and ridged from my belt, but the little slut fucking liked it.

“Please!” she moaned. “More! Please!”

One thing was for sure. The girl really had been a virgin. Her pussy was slick, but tight. I felt her clenching hard enough to milk me dry, trying . . . trying . . .

Good girl.

“They were right, weren’t they?” I growled in her ear. “It’s nice to be used by Lucian Morelli.”

She nodded, even though it must have hurt to move her head with my fist still tangled in her hair.

“Yes, sir. They were right. They were right!”

I didn’t come inside her. I pulled out and wrenched her down onto her knees as I reached my peak, working myself fast, and she knew what I wanted. She stared up with pretty eyes, blue and wide. Just like Elaine Constantine’s.

Enough like Elaine Constantine’s that I gritted my teeth and worked my hand faster.

“Suck me, Elaine,” I growled, and she did. The dirty little doll sucked me hard.

I thrust myself into her mouth, right to the back of her throat, and she gurgled and retched, but still, she fucking wanted it. She wanted to be a good girl for me.

Just like the real Elaine Constantine would have. Only I’d have hurt the real Elaine Constantine a damn sight more than I’d hurt cute little Natalie. I’d have hurt the real Elaine Constantine so bad she’d be a mess on the floor, not sure where her pain ended and lust began, they’d be too fucking blurred to tell the difference.

I loved it that way.

Dominant didn’t come anywhere near describing what a dark, filthy fucker I was in this life. Nothing ever could.