Relentless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 3)

“I was taught to hate the Constantines with so much venom it would kill a whole fucking nation,” I replied. “You were nothing but pieces of shit since the moment I first opened my eyes.”

“Strange, isn’t it?” she asked. “It’s insane how the universe turned so damn weird and brought us together.”

“The universe is a strange fucking place,” I said. “Only it isn’t. Not when you really think about it. Not so strange as it seems. The whole world is magnetic. Opposites. It’s full of poles apart in the most extreme of ways with the most potent attractions. Darkness and light. Fire and ice.”

“Constantine and Morelli,” she finished.

I put the book down and took her hands in mine, squeezing her fingers.

“Just imagine the beautiful combination that Constantine and Morelli could bring together.”

“Let’s find out,” she said, and her stunning smile was at full volume.

“I’d best get started, then,” I told her and kissed her fingers before turning my attention back to the pages.

Dawn was just creeping in outside when Elaine put the TV on and flicked through the channels. There was no doubt about it—her wound was recovering nice and fast.

She dozed there, watching the screen while I scoured through my book some more, creating a strategy in my mind. I plotted out the most important connections, and what I’d like to propose to them. I considered just which of my investments would be the most valuable assets in this new world and how best to exploit them.

Elaine was quiet, relaxing in a way that spilled over to me like a drug, helping my focus rather than hindering it. She was an asset valuable enough to put all of my others to shame.

I could hear the street coming to life outside the hotel when she pulled herself up from the bed and stepped up to the window. The light shining through her blonde hair was divine.

“London,” she said. “Wow. I still can’t believe we’re in London. There are so many things I want to do here, to see here. I just can’t believe I’ll be doing them with you.”

So many things were unbelievable in our life, it was insanity.

“I need some things of a more practical nature,” I told her. “A cell phone is at the top of my goddamn list, that’s for sure.”

She turned and smirked. “I need some things of a more practical nature too. Your dick is at the top of my goddamn list, that’s for sure.”

Holy fuck, her sassy little face changed the atmosphere in a heartbeat, charging up the beast down deep in my fucking gut. Little miss horny was indeed a sassy little bitch, and that sass had been shining there in her eyes, poking my fire.

She saw the shift in me. That sassiness turned to that sweet little rabbit in the headlights, eyes open wide as I got up from the bed, still naked, cock hard and huge.

I gave her my goddamn dick, that was for fucking sure.

Her clothes were off, practically torn. She was slammed onto her back on that cruddy mattress and kissed so fucking hard it took her breath. Her pussy was hungry, and my fingers filled her up, stretching her as wide as she could fucking take as she whimpered and moaned.

“Let’s see how much of a practical nature this feels like, shall we?” I growled.

I still had two fingers inside her when I forced my cock straight in. I knew it hurt. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to hear her pant and gasp and struggle to take it.

“Beg,” I grunted. “Beg me for more. Spread your legs open as wide as they’ll fucking go and beg me for more.”

Her thighs were shaking as she forced them wider. Her breaths were shallow. Her whimpers made my balls tighten.

“BEG!” I snarled, and that’s when I knew it with every fucking sliver of my soul. I heard it in my voice and felt it right down my spine, that knowledge. That truth.

I’d only ever be able to be Lucian Morelli.

I couldn’t ever give up being Lucian Morelli if I tried.

Elaine was so pretty when she cried. Eyes watering. Pain. Such beautiful pain. Only it wasn’t about the wound she’d taken. That was fading… opening things up for more delicious sensations of hurt.

“Please…” she whispered.

I fucked her harder, grunting and slamming. She whimpered like a dirty little slut, taking it.

Wanting it.

Even in her pain, she was fucking desperate for it.

I was her lord. Her master. Her fucking god.

Only now we were magnets coming together. Poles colliding as one.

Elaine Constantine was my goddess right back.

I was circling my hips when I pulled my fingers free from inside her, leaving just my dick stretching her wide. I forced them into her mouth so far she gagged.

“Suck,” I hissed and she did. She sucked like a good girl.