Heartless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 1)

“You’d better fucking keep it that way if you want to keep your tongue in your mouth.”

“Whatever you say, boss. It’s not just my tongue you wanna be worried about, though. Whispers are whispering right through the back alleys.”

There was only one back alley I was interested in. It belonged to the woman whose back alley had been a glove around my dick.

As much as I’d have enjoyed slitting Trenton Alto’s throat in that instant, I had too much I needed from him.

“Let’s get back to my question,” I said with a sneer. “What are the Power brothers planning to do with Elaine Constantine?”

He sighed. “They’ve already written her off as done. They’re coming for her. She’s a walking target. Ready and waiting. She knows it, too.”

“She’s done? Underlined in red and ready for the finish? Fucking fools.”

He sighed again. “They’d be fools if they didn’t. If they let that bitch off with what’s due, then every fucker would think they could leverage their connections to write their debts off. The Powers can’t allow that. Pride if not the practicalities.” He paused as he stared at me. “Why? What the hell are you planning to do about it? Please say you aren’t going to reason with them to save her ass. Please, to all the fucking gods, don’t say that.”

He was right. I couldn’t save the pretty blonde bitch from the Power brothers. I’d be writing myself off for the association. The whole Morelli world would be a shitstorm along with me.

“You ain’t gonna do it, right?” Trenton pushed, and it snapped me out of my headspin.

I jabbed a finger into his cheek, and he gulped down a breath.

“I’ll do what I want,” I said. “Clean this up, like I pay you for, and stay the fuck away from me. You’d better stay the fuck away from my father too, or you’ll regret it.”

“Stuck between a rock and a hard place,” he groaned. “Fuck off, then. Leave me to it.”

“Take out anyone who sticks their nose in,” I repeated, and with that I was out of there, down the metal steps with the cool night breeze on my face.

The first thing I did was check the tracker on my cell, feeling a flood of relief to see my toy arriving back to her tower. She was home.

Home with her asshole still bleeding from taking my cock, no doubt. The thought had me hard all over again.

It’s a strange thing how walking alone can allow your thoughts to speak to each other so well. I found myself wondering just what the hell it was that made Elaine so irresistible to me. What the fuck was it that made that little princess so damn special?

I remembered her skin pressed close to mine. Remembered the look in her eyes whenever they caught sight of me. I remembered her needy flesh, trembling for more pain, even when she was begging me to stop.

Hurting her asshole was only a tiny taste of what was teasing me. I wanted the rest of her. Every filthy scrap of her.

I wanted her to be my toy. I wanted her to be my pain dolly. My slut in the making.

Elaine Constantine was a dirty little flower in a filthy world. She was tainted innocence in the face of debauchery. She was an unopened book with deep dark secrets, handwritten pages of beautiful hurt and shame and darkness in the half light.

Elaine Constantine was a little jewel, trying to save pieces of shit all around her.

Silly little bitch. Beautiful little bitch.

She was a good girl who thought she was bad. A sweet little angel, begging to be punished.

I’d punish her for her family’s sins as well as her own, and I’d love her for it. I’d love her to be a pretty little canvas in my basement, ready to be scarred with my evil.

There was a strange twinge of fear right down in my guts as I headed back to my apartment that night. I wasn’t the only evil cunt planning to hurt Elaine Constantine. The sweet little angel was running out of time for salvation . . . and I was running out of time to save her from her sins.22ElaineThe apartment block felt like a beacon of hope as the cab pulled into the parking lot.

I was still damp from Lucian’s cold dousing as I raced on up through the main reception, still hurting from his assault on my asshole, too.

But I loved it.

Damn my heart, but I loved it.

And I loved him.

Save my soul, but he’d saved mine, and I adored the man.

The monster.

Lucian Morelli had saved me from my own stupid choices in my own stupid world. He’d saved me from an evil brute who’d put his cock’s pleasure above my soul’s pain . . .

The little girl in me was crying out. If only Lucian had been there to save me from all the other evil assholes I’d known in my lifetime . . . maybe then I wouldn’t be the scared little druggie bitch I was today, bound up tight by my demons.