I guess it was when her sweet breaths were shallow on my face through the steam that the beast in me reared its head through the fluffy bullshit. I loved Elaine Constantine with every scrap of my fucked-up soul, but that didn’t stop what I needed. What my cock needed. What my filthy fucking mind needed.
I flicked off the shower and reached for the towels from the rail. She must have seen my expression change because her eyes widened big and blue as she stared up at me.
I saw it in her gaze. There she was again, my opposite. The masochist to my sadist. The pain toy inside her was ready to dance with the beast.
Elaine wanted me to be rough with her. She wanted to be my dirty little princess doll.
“Don’t make it nice,” she whispered, before I’d said a word. “Please, Lucian. I want to know what you’re like. I want to feel you as you.”
I felt my smirk and recognized myself as the true Morelli I’d always been.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll feel me as me,” I told her. “It’s gonna be one hell of a fucking ride.”37ElaineI was already learning so much about the dynamic between me and Lucian. We shifted so much from minute to minute, so naturally I didn’t even feel the twist. Kind, then cruel, in the kindest of ways. The monster found his claws as he threw me onto the bed. I was still wet from the shower and so was he, both of us hot and steaming, and that just made it all the more beautiful as he slammed his body down onto mine.
His kiss was tongue and teeth, pain and pleasure. His breaths were heavy and hot, and his hands were savage as they sought out my tits and twisted my flesh until I moaned for him.
This was what I wanted.
I wanted the monster to claim me as his, lust and love dancing together in a blur. I wanted to be owned by Lucian Morelli and I wanted to feel him possess me, his body taking mine with every breath.
My skin was tingling, on fire in the flames. I knew this was it. The beast was really going to take me.
My legs spread so naturally for him, wrapping up and around his waist. My clit was still thrumming, alive from his attention in the shower.
He didn’t let my legs hold him for long. He pulled them apart and licked a path down my body. He bit my nipples and pulled them sharp. I whimpered. He bit them harder.
His teeth were bliss as they nipped their way down my stomach. My hips were already rising from the bed to meet his mouth as his tongue found my clit all over again.
“Please!” I whimpered. “Please, Lucian, just take me! Take me!”
His eyes were dripping with lust as he looked up at me.
“Quiet, little girl.”
Three simple words, but they put me in my place. Lucian was the master, just like always. He was my master. My only master. My true master.
I forced myself to relax into the bed, biting my lip as he worked his fingers inside me, slowly enough to make me buck for more. He slapped my thighs when I moved against him.
“STILL!” he barked, and I loved it – that viciousness in his beautiful voice.
I was still for him. I took his fingers like a good girl, unable to hold back the moans as he sucked gently at my clit.
I wasn’t expecting it when he took his fingers from my pussy and twisted them into my ass. I cried out but took everything he had to give me, smiling at the ceiling as he circled his fingers deeper, opening me up. YES! His tongue lapped at my ass and I wanted more. I wanted him as deep inside me as he could go, in every hole, not just my pussy. Everywhere. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted him to own every part of me and show me I was his toy as well as his love.
“Yes! Fuck me there,” I breathed. “Please. Fuck my ass.”
“Your ass can wait its turn,” he said.
He slapped my thighs. He slapped my pussy. He fingered my ass until I squirmed and begged for more.
He gave me whatever he wanted, and nothing more.
My body was so tense with sensations that I’d lost control of what the hell I was feeling by the time the monster climbed back up on top of me. His lips were puffy from where he’d been playing with me. They were hot and wet when they met with mine, and his tongue tasted of me.
His cock was swollen hard and thick when he ground it against my clit, the rhythm of his hips so natural against mine that we were one together. This time he didn’t pull my legs away when they wrapped around his waist and gripped tight. I could barely believe it after all this time. My virginity was about to leave me behind.