Soulless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 2)

“Time for me to take the crown jewel,” he whispered, and he took it.

Lucian Morelli thrust his cock inside me in one slam of his hips and claimed me as his.

It took my breath, and hurt like hell, and I loved the way it hurt. The way he felt deep inside me was every bit as magical as I’d dreamed it would be.

His hips were slow but powerful. His smile was both loving and dark at the same time.

He pinned my wrists above my head and crushed them tight to the bed, holding me in position as he picked up the pace and fucked me harder and harder. My pussy took him, aching for more, desperate for more, even though it was hurting. I was wet but sore in the most amazing of ways, and I realized in that one incredible moment that every day I’d resented being a virgin was worth it. I’d have waited a whole other decade to feel the magic I felt with the Morelli monster deep inside me. It would be worth every single minute.

“Your pussy is going to get used to this,” he told me, and I smiled.

“I hope my pussy gets used to this every damn day,” I said, and he smiled right back.

“Don’t you worry about that, baby. I’ll be claiming this beauty as mine every fucking day we’re breathing.”

His words were enough to give me the hint of a shiver. Every day we’re breathing.

There was a body of a reverend in the trunk of his car, and two families who’d kill us just for speaking. I was a kidnap victim all over the news, and Lucian was on a vacation that didn’t exist.

Every day we were breathing might not be all that many.

“Come inside me,” I whispered. “Please. Please, come inside me.”

“Want to have my baby now do you, baby girl?” His smirk was perfection. “Our story gets more and more fucking crazy, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t say no, because I couldn’t. I couldn’t laugh the crazy off as crazy. I did want Lucian’s baby inside me. I wanted to be his bride and his love and the mother of his child. Fucked-up, but true. The whole thing was fucked-up but true. I was plunging into the pit of insanity deeper and deeper every damn minute.

“Tell me, Elaine,” he rasped, right in my ear. “Say you want my baby inside you.”

I felt so raw when I found the words. I’d never felt so exposed as I did when I told the beautiful monster what I wanted.

“Yes, Lucian. I want your baby inside me. One day, I want our baby inside me.”

“Good girl,” he said, and then he kissed me with a smile on his face.

He was still kissing me as his hips slammed with a whole new force and his breaths grew frantic. He tipped my hips back on the bed and plowed me deeper with every thrust, and there it was, the spot that felt just right . . . the spot that had me floating from the bed. The spot that had my clit singing all over again. I was coming and moaning against his open mouth as he emptied his balls inside me.

Lucian Morelli came inside me. He spilled his amazing, filthy seed inside me. It was the most incredible feeling.

He didn’t pull out of me when he stopped thrusting. We were both panting as he let go of my wrists and collapsed his weight on top of me. Our limbs were tangled as he turned onto his side and pulled me with him, wrapping me tight in his arms.

I was grinning as my pussy throbbed, sore but loving it. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Whoa. The very thought had me grinning.

“The king takes his crown jewel,” he said and tipped my face up to his. “It was every bit worth waiting for, Miss Constantine.”

I giggled, high on life and not coke. It was an amazing contrast.

“I hope the king can take the crown jewel again real soon,” I told him, and he laughed along with me.

His cock was already hard against my belly as he flipped me onto my back.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” he said. “And this time I’m gonna make it hurt.”

He wasn’t lying.

He made it hurt.

Bites and bruises and blood. Force and fight and filth.

And love.

So much love it chased my demons away.38LucianI stared down at the freshly shoveled flowerbed with a smile on my face, my arm wrapped around the woman I loved in a way I didn’t believe was possible for this twisted heart of mine to love.

Elaine had been a darling with the spade, helping me in my mission to dig the grave with a sweet little smile on her face.

She didn’t speak and neither did I. Words weren’t needed.

Already the world was churning around us louder and louder. So many questions with our names all over them. Vacation and kidnap. Morellis and Constantines.