“Fuck yes…” I whispered. “That’s nice. So damn nice…”
He ripped my panties and tore them free, and I stepped out of my heels, unsteady. I was trembling as he circled his thumb against my clit, aching for more.
“Yes…” I breathed. “Please…”
But it wasn’t my pussy he forced two fingers inside in one thrust. It was my ass.
I cried out because I wasn’t expecting it, and he bit my nipple harder. Sucked harder.
Three fingers made me cry out louder, and he was a beast as he slammed them deep.
It hurt. Really fucking hurt. But I liked it. Liked taking the pain for him.
Even though it reminded me of so many horrors…so many people who’d played games with me…so many sick fucks who used me for their pleasure without ever taking my true innocence…
Sick fucks who were supposed to be people I could trust…
His lips were glistening wet as he raised his mouth to mine.
“I’m gonna use you one step at a time,” he told me as he twisted his fingers in my ass. “One sweet little pleasure at a time, Elaine. I’m gonna take what I want.”
I yelped as he yanked his fingers free, a wonderful pain that made my pussy pulse as he unbuckled his belt.
His cock was as much a monster as he was. I’d seen so many. So many sad little cocks used by their sad sicko owners…but never one like his. Veined and thick as he worked it in his fingers. Fingers that had been buried inside me. Fingers that had killed a man to protect me.
He forced me to my knees, his filthy fingers in my filthy hair, and my mouth was already open, wanting what was coming for the first time in my life.
“Make sure you make it nice and wet before I fuck you,” he grunted.
And I did. I made sure it was nice and wet. I sucked him deep, and my tongue lapped at him as I stared into his eyes, and he knew in that moment.
He knew I wasn’t new to sucking cock.
I may have been shit at kissing, but I wasn’t shit at sucking cock.
“Dirty,” he said and pushed right to the back of my throat. “Who fucked your mouth, little doll?”
I sucked him harder to avoid speaking, because I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to tell a soul who the fuck had destroyed mine.
“I’ll tear those truths out of you,” he snarled. “One day, little fool, I’ll tear those truths from your throat. For now I want to keep fucking it.”
I kept lapping at him. Kept twirling my tongue around his thick, veiny cock, making it nice and slick as he used my mouth.
I let out a squeal as he pulled out and threw me backwards. I landed against Stephen’s body and squealed again, scurrying away on my hands, but Lucian didn’t let me get that far.
He was on me in seconds, his weight crushing mine into the carpet. He lifted himself high enough that my fingers took on a life of their own and tried to unbutton his shirt. I wanted his skin. I wanted his flesh against mine.
He helped me and crushed right back on top, skin to skin.
He ground against me, his cock tight to my clit. It was heaven, and I bucked, and begged, grabbing him for more. I wanted him inside me so badly.
“Please,” I said on a breath, “please take me, Lucian.”
He hitched my legs up high, thighs to my chest, a smile on his face as he took hold of his cock and pressed it against my clit. Christ how I moaned for him. How I moaned as he drew that cock down through my pussy lips.
“Please,” I said, “fuck me.”
“My fucking pleasure,” he said and pushed hard in one savage thrust.
I cried out at the pain. Cried out at the shock as he rammed into me. Because he wasn’t fucking my pussy…
The monster was fucking my ass. The bastard wasn’t in my desperate pussy, he was slamming my ass.
But I was begging for more.
I couldn’t stop myself begging for more.
Please…harder…harder…
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. Pathetic fucking 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 monster would hurt the bad men…
He changed his 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 go,” 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 cum was leaking from my asshole. It was crazy. The whole fucking lot of it was insane.
“Come here,” he said 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 hands.
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, rushing to put my dress back on, 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 doll. I promise you, it’ll be painful.”