She didn’t answer, just stared.
“I asked you a question,” I said. “The men who played with you, did they teach you to be a true masochist?”
“I’m not talking about it,” she whispered. “I don’t tell my secrets.”
I twisted her tits, so rough she cried out.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve taken what I wanted and hurt her until she spat those secrets right out at me, but there was a strange desire in me.
Something I hadn’t felt before.
I didn’t want her spilling those secrets when I was beating her so bad she couldn’t resist me. I wanted her whispering in the darkness with tears streaming down her cheeks, broken right down to the soul. I wanted her whispering her secrets like a good girl because she wanted to. Right to the core of her. Because she wanted to whisper them to me.
My brain was fucking me up, and I knew it. Sirens drown sailors for a fucking reason.
“You’ll pay for your denial,” I growled, and I meant it.
She knew it. She arched her back, presenting those perfect tits for more punishment.
She got it. Twists and slaps that had her eyes closed tight, struggling not to buckle and cry. Her struggling worked. She was resilient.
I guess she’d learnt to be. I guess they taught her to be. The thought of men teaching her to be resilient both enraged me and excited me in one, and always had done…only now the balance was shifting. Slowly, it was shifting. The rage was rising like venom behind my eyes.
“Please, Lucian, will you fuck me?” she asked. “Please fuck me.”
I forced her onto her knees so hard she cried out. “I’ll fuck your impudent little mouth until you vomit on my cock,” I snarled. “I’ll fuck your throat until you’re nothing but a gasping little wreck on the floor. Is that what you want? That’s what you’re going to get.”
Chapter Eleven
Elaine
I’ve never had much praise for being a good girl.
My father was nice enough, but he rarely had time for me.
My mother was cold, always focusing on criticism.
My sisters were better behaved than me. I was the black sheep.
I blamed myself for all the dirty attention I got. You’ve been bad, they used to tell me, take your punishment like a good girl. Maybe even from a young age, I believed them. Maybe they knew I would. Maybe, maybe, maybe. None of that mattered anymore.
I guess that’s why I was proud that Lucian Morelli wanted me to suck his cock. He might hate me, but he didn’t hate the way I flicked my tongue so perfectly up and down the length of him. His curses under his breath were anything but full of rage, and his fingers in my hair were desperate and not full of spite.
Yes, I was proud. I was proud of being such a good girl at sucking cock.
My tits were still hurting, but there was a tenderness about them that lit me up all the way through my body. My ass was still smarting, but that didn’t make a difference to how good my clit was feeling as I stared up at the monster and how much he was enjoying my throat.
I should hate every single vein in his body, retching at the Morelli name as much as I was retching with his thrusts. But I wasn’t hating it. I was tingling so hard I couldn’t stop it.
“Take it,” he growled, and I knew exactly what he wanted.
I opened my mouth nice and wide and stared up at him. Only this time he didn’t give me his cum in my mouth. He wrenched my head back and spurted his load over my pinked tits, splattering them in thick cream.
He looked for long moments before casting me down onto my back. “Don’t even think of hiding yourself,” he told me. “You’ll keep those filthy tits on display as long as I want them.”
I didn’t bother arguing, just remained kneeling as his cum cooled on my heated skin.
Lucian Morelli surprised me in no time as he got himself busy in the refrigerator. I was still gazing up at him as he assembled cheeses and salami and pasta from the cupboard. The beast of the Morelli family was preparing food. I’d never have pictured the beast of the Morelli family making food.
He must have caught sight of my shock.
“Don’t be dumb and think this is kindness on my part. If I trusted you for a second to make me anything even vaguely passable, I’d be using you as my chef as well as my sex doll.”
“I can cook spaghetti,” I scoffed, offended. “And grilled cheese.”
He didn’t punish me for my attitude, not this time. Strangely I supposed we were getting used to each other somehow—two mortal enemies holed up in a small space who didn’t seem to be all that different in many ways, despite our world of opposites.
He didn’t protest when I got to my feet, cum still splattered thick on my tits. I propped against the counter, watching him. His hands were surprisingly skilled with the meal preparation, and I knew even more of his familiarity in the space by the way he was so at ease with the kitchen. Not only could Lucian Morelli cook a meal, but he seemed to be plenty accustomed to it. Definitely more accustomed to it than I was. He was right on that front.
“You’d better be grateful and eat what’s put in front of you,” he told me. “I’m feeding you to keep that body of yours fit for my playtime, not because I give a fuck about your hunger.”
A tiny part of me didn’t believe him. That tiny part of me was probably a fool, but I didn’t believe him. He wasn’t just feeding my body, he was feeding me, too.
It didn’t take him long to spoon pasta into a bowl and hand it over. He stalked on through to the dining room and set himself down at the table. I didn’t say a word as I sat down alongside him and picked at the meal with my fork. It was good, actually.
The monster could cook.
I couldn’t hold back my sarcasm, not giving a fuck for how my ass was throbbing against the wood of my chair. “So, how was your day, sweetheart?” I asked him with a sarcastic tone.
He shot me a glare that made my heart leap. “It was made all the better for hearing about the wreck your disappearance has caused. Your family’s going to war with the Power brothers. I can’t wait to see the bloodshed and the pain when they truly come to battle.”
I got a flutter in my chest. Guilt as well as curiosity. Why would my family go to war with the Power brothers? My mother had already refused to bail me out. Then again, maybe it was for show. A thing about Constantine pride. I never understood pride.
“Everyone seems convinced it’s the Power brothers. I suppose your deep, dark secrets of a large debt weren’t exactly secret.”
If only he knew.
If only he knew just how many secrets naughty little Elaine really kept from the world.
I didn’t say a word about them, just used the opportunity for more criticism.
“You won’t be so cocky when the world comes to realize just what you’ve done here. Even your own family will destroy you. There’s no way Bryant Morelli is going to tolerate you being with me.”
“You know fuck all about the Morelli family.”
In that moment, I came to regret just how my frantic action to point the finger at the Power brothers saved the monster’s skin, at least for the time being.
I only hoped he’d never find out before they killed him. That, or before he killed me.