“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.
My fingers were nice and wet when I shifted position enough to play with her swollen pink bud of a clit. She was squirming, greedy, moaning for more as I played her like my sacred little instrument, faster and faster and faster.
Yes.
This was the connection that had eaten us up in the first place. The calling that had snared us right from that very first encounter at her sister’s sad little birthday ball. This was the reason we were here in the first place and it had turned into so much fucking more.
She came before I did. I watched her crest and peak before I slammed deep and fast enough to shoot my load inside her, my hand on her throat as I took my fill.
We were both panting, wrecked when I pulled away from her. The air was tense and glorious, both of us still heady on the climax when I reached out and held her hand.
She held mine back. Tight. Both of us staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t need to see her face to know she was smiling along with me.
The bustle of the London street outside was a whole load busier when I gathered myself enough to take a look out of the window, the morning finding its true swing.
I pulled a fresh pair of pants on from my suitcase, smirking down at her while she winced, soothing her poor battered pussy.
“We’d better go get that goddamn cell, then,” she laughed. “You’re going to have to help me off the bed though, since I’m too damn sore to move.”
She held out her hands with a grin and I pulled her up to her feet.
17
Elaine
My stomach was rumbling as we finished getting dressed, ready to head out into London. I could feel it as I put my sneakers on and it was so loud even Lucian heard it standing next to me.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “We definitely need breakfast right now more than we need a cell phone.”
I sure wasn’t going to argue with him on that.
We headed downstairs and they were already serving breakfast in the hotel restaurant. We stepped in and found a table, and it was a whole other round of strange—sitting in public next to the man the whole world expected me to despise. There were a few other couples eating, but they were all too busy with their food to give us much attention.
The woman who came up to take our order barely looked at us either. She had a notepad in her hands and hardly shot us a glance. Probably not least because I had my hair scraped up into a loose ponytail and Lucian still had those nerdy glasses on. I hadn’t worn makeup for so long I’d almost forgotten what it felt like. I was hardly recognizing myself in the mirror, let alone anyone else recognizing me.
“Full English?” the waitress asked, and I looked up at her.
“What’s a full English?”
She listed a whole load of things she’d be serving up. Sausages, bacon, eggs, baked beans, hash browns, something called a black pudding, and wholemeal toast. Even the thought made my stomach rumble some more. It sounded like an absolute feast, apart from a black pudding, that didn’t sound so good.
Lucian was looking at me, waiting for me to answer.
“Yes, please,” I said to the waitress with a smile. “I’ll have a full English.”