Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He gave me harder. He gave it to me so hard I was crying out with every slam of his hips.
“I’m not the fucking first, am I?” he snarled, and I met his eyes as I shook my head.
I could see the rage in him as he used my ass.
I loved the fury on his face as he hurt me.
His voice was so low. “They were bold enough to take your asshole but not your virginity, were they? Pussies.”
They hadn’t seemed like pussies to me. Not when I was pinned under them, night after night, after night . . .
But now . . . under him . . . under the true, beautiful monster . . .
Under Lucian Morelli, anyone would seem like a pussy.
“They’ll pay for taking you. You’re my toy, Elaine. Mine. They should never have laid a finger on you. I’ll make them suffer for it.”
I hated the glow inside me . . . hoping . . . just hoping that he was telling the truth.
Maybe the Beast would hurt the beasts . . .
He changed angle, and I cried out again. We lost all track of words, and grunted, and thrusted, writhing in blood, and heat, and sin.
He worked his fingers against my clit as he fucked me, and even through the pain I felt the shudders as my breath quickened.
My God. Lucian Morelli was making me come . . .
And he was coming himself . . .
Lucian Morelli was coming in my ass . . .
Coming in my ass and kissing me . . .
He was kissing me . . .
My hands were in his hair as I kissed him back. My legs wrapped around his waist and gripped him tight, and I was his.
I was his.
My God. I was his as he pumped his filthy seed into me.
He caught his breath with my legs still holding him, staring down at me with a mixture of hate, and shock, and . . . love.
It was true. In that moment, Lucian Morelli stared down at me with love. I was sure of it . . . until he pulled away from me and tugged up his pants.
“You need to fuck off,” he said and threw my dress at me from the floor. “People will be coming.”
He was so cold as he stepped away from me, and it was like shutters had slammed down inside him. His passion dulled to icy gray steel.
My nerves were spiking fresh as the shutters came down inside me to match. I was in a dirty room with a dead body, hungry for the man who wanted to wipe out my whole family line. Hungry for the man whose come was dribbling from my asshole. It was crazy. The whole fucking lot of it was insane.
“Come here,” he barked and clicked his fingers.
I followed him without question as he opened door after door, shunting me inside the bathroom as soon as he found it. He turned on the shower and pushed me inside, not waiting until the water heated. It was freezing cold as it drenched me, and he scrubbed at me with his fingers, the shower tray swirling with red.
He tossed me a towel when the water ran clear, and I was shivering as I stepped out, dabbing myself dry before he strode back out to the main hall.
I was a wreck as I grabbed for my things, my ass hurting with every move I made.
I made my way to the door as soon as I could, heart pounding as I pushed it open and saw the metal steps down to the ground.
Lucian cleared his throat before I stepped out of there, and his stare was as evil as I’d ever seen it when he spoke again.
“You’ll be punished for all of this,” he told me. “Believe me, Elaine, I’ll make you pay for it. It’ll be painful, little girl. I promise you, it’ll be painful.”
My eyes were wide on his as I nodded at him.
“But it won’t just be you who pays for their filth,” he snarled and tossed my clutch at me. Forgotten again. “I’ll make them pay. Every little pussy boy cunt who took you before I did.”
I had no doubt of it in my heart as I walked away.
I was glowing for it.
Glowing and scared, both at once.
21
Lucian
When Trenton arrived on the scene, I was leaning against the wall, staring at the cunt I’d butchered, twirling the bloodied knife in my hands, my cock still throbbing from Elaine’s perfect asshole. My right-hand man burst through the door with a Jesus Christ and glanced around the place in horror. I didn’t blame him. It really was horror he was stepping into.
Horror I was proud of.
It was like a scene from an abattoir as he charged over to the pathetic prick’s body and stared down with pure shock on his face.