And then I lost her. She came to her senses with a frown, pulling herself away from me with eyes full of spite. She grabbed her scrap of a dress up from the floor and held it tight.
“Fuck you, Lucian! I didn’t want it! They could never make me want it. They were repulsive pieces of shit. I hated everything they did to me. And I hate everything you’re doing to me.”
“If only your clit believed you.”
That’s when I saw the crack into her soul, right into the depths of her broken heart.
It was absolutely fucking beautiful.
“Do me a favor and get it over with already. Fuck me. Hurt me. Bash my head open, I don’t care!”
I make a tut-tut sound. “And ruin something so beautiful? I don’t think so.”
Chapter Five
Elaine
I hated the monster in front of me, playing me so hard for his sick thrills. I should never have let my guard down enough to show him even a snippet of my soul.
The beasts had been playing with me for years since I was a girl, holding tight to my innocence while they twisted and twisted. My family wanted my purity. They barely let me grow up, keeping me in a casket of little girl ways, even when my body was changing. Hell, the men exploited that and used it for what they wanted.
I was seventeen years old when the beasts finally changed their games and used me and my flesh in a whole new way, teasing me in a way I didn’t understand.
“I mean it,” I told Lucian. “I’m done with your bullshit. I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.”
I hated so much in life, both big and small. I hated the very fact I was holed up here with a Morelli who hated me. I hated how small and weak I felt in my own pit of fears. I hated the undeniable tingles running from my clit through my body.
Fuck knows what the hell was truly going on here, but I was done with it.
I sat myself down on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. I wouldn’t cry for him. No way would I cry for him. I choked back the tears and thought about all the assholes in the world who’d wanted to see me cry. Fuck them. Fuck him. Fuck Lucian Morelli.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” he told me. “You really are.”
I didn’t reply. I didn’t have anything to say.
“Look at me,” he said, but I didn’t.
I looked anywhere but at him. I looked at the hand-scraped wooden floor underneath us and at the smooth leather couch in the room. I looked at the gorgeous art above the fireplace.
“I told you to look at me.”
I gave him the middle finger, fuck the consequences.
The consequences were instant. He dragged me to my feet and threw me onto the couch, pinning me down with his hand at my throat hard enough to choke me. “Watch it, sweetheart. Rudeness will make your pain all the slower. All the sweeter.”
Even now, the scent and the heat of him drove me wild. I was lost to everything, so twisted up and confused by the whole sorry mess of my existence that I didn’t have a clue who I was or what I wanted anymore.
Even as I gasped for breath, I couldn’t stop myself rocking against him, legs wrapping around his waist. My body knew what I wanted. My body wanted a cock inside me.
My body wanted Lucian Morelli’s cock inside me.
He could do it…please…he could fucking do it…
I tried to tempt him. My hips were a whole fresh rhythm of grinding and my panties were still wet from me coming against his fingers. It was louder than words.
“You’re a pretty little doll,” he told me. “Such a temptress. It would be so easy to fuck your virgin hole right now. You’re already wet for me. I can feel it. Smell it”
I coaxed him some more, bucking, writhing.
“Did you tempt them like this?” he asked. “Did they make you want it this much?”
He let go of my throat enough that I could speak. “No. They fucking didn’t.”
“I’m going to make you tell me all about it,” he said, and a distant little part of me wanted him to. That desperate little girl in me wanted to finally speak the truth and have it believed.
But no. No. “You won’t make me tell you. I’ll be taking my secrets to my grave, not giving them to a Morelli piece of shit.”
“Who did this to you, Elaine?” he asked, and even the question gave me a sick pang in my stomach. “Who were the dirty men who broke you?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said. “Fuck you, Lucian.”
I could feel his cock, hard against me. It would have been so easy to fuck my tight little virgin hole, he was right.
Just a shame Lucian Morelli doesn’t take the easy road.
“This is going to hurt,” he told me, and pulled away enough to raise his hand.
My legs were still spread open wide when his palm landed hard on my pussy.
It hurt. It hurt enough that I clenched my thighs as tight as they would go and rolled over onto my side, but I was smiling. Somehow, I was smiling. Laughing.
“You’re fucked up,” he said, stating the obvious. “Seriously, you’ve got problems.”
I caught my breath enough to speak, pussy still hurting. “Yeah, well that makes two of us then, doesn’t it? Because I like being hurt. And you like hurting me.”
I had no real idea about the monster above me or who the hell or what the hell he really was. I had no real idea who I was, not with all my shattered pieces jarred together, and I didn’t want to know.
I didn’t want to know anything.
That’s when he pressed himself back down onto me, his breaths hot on my face. “I loved pulling the wings from butterflies when I was a boy,” he said. “I’ll enjoy pulling yours from you.”
“I’m not a butterfly,” I told him. “I’m a caterpillar in a cocoon who’s never been free, rotting from the inside.”
“I’m rotten from the inside,” he whispered, then licked his tongue flat and wet up my cheek.
I felt him shuffling, and I knew what was coming. He was going to do it, positioning himself between my legs just right. Holy shit, my clit was still hurting from his slap.
His fingers squirmed against my panties, tugging them to the side. I heard him unbuckle his pants, shuffling some more to pull them down.
Lucian Morelli’s hips were bare against mine. His cock was hot and hard. He was going to do it…Lucian Morelli was going to take my virginity…
“Yes…” I managed to gasp. “Do it…be the man who truly makes me his…”
“You’re mine, Elaine Constantine,” he snarled. “Believe me, I’ll be the man who truly makes you his. I own every dirty little scrap of your soul.”
I braced myself. I held my breath. My body was ready. Ready. Ready.
Yes…
But no.
Just like that, the moment was shattered by the blaring ring of his phone from the other room.
He paused, bracing himself, staring down at me like I was a piece of meat he was ready to butcher.
It was clearly someone important to be calling Lucian Morelli at midnight on his personal phone.
It seems he came to the same conclusion.
“Stay still for me,” he said and raised himself back up.
He pulled up his pants and headed away. My breaths were ragged as I watched him leave.