I asked an obvious question. “They should partner up better with yours than with your father’s assets and associations, then?”
“This is the beautiful thing, Elaine,” he told me. “My father hasn’t been running the Morelli empire for years, not truly. People have been dealing with me, singing to my tune, dancing whatever dance I want them to dance. Stepping onto British soil and taking control of a new empire isn’t all that difficult a task. I should have realized that the very moment we stepped off the plane.”
My head was still spinning, not quite sure what the hell to make of it, other than that Lucian Morelli was truly stamping his foot on London, and people were listening. We were headed to a British country manor, with some posh-sounding VIPs, sitting in the back of a limo I only assumed could be theirs.
I sat back in my seat, letting my mind slow down, because there was something strangely comforting about doing that—letting the world twirl around me with Lucian taking the lead. I was tired from all the traveling. Still exhausted at the chaos.
I snuggled up closer to him and he didn’t say much else, just kept holding my hand as I rested my head on his shoulder. I enjoyed the rumble of the open highway as the city eased off around us, the night slowly darkening to twilight. We were traveling for over an hour before the limo pulled off the main road onto a huge sprawling driveway.
Wow, yes, it was impressive.
There were perfectly sculptured trees lining each side of the driveway, and the backdrop waiting for us up ahead was a perfect rich glow of gold from the blaze of window lights.
The people who lived here were most definitely, definitely wealthy.
The limo swung around a fountain and pulled up directly outside the main manor entrance. Lucian helped me out of the back seat once the driver opened the door for us and I stared around admiring the sheer size of the place. It certainly had wings.
A man arrived at the top of the front steps and welcomed us inside. The hallway was cream and huge, with stairs twisting up on either side. Whoa, I felt more self-conscious than ever being so underdressed here. The estate housekeeping staff would be dressed more stylishly than I would in this outfit.
“Mr. Quentin will be with you soon,” the butler said, and Lucian tipped his head in acknowledgement.
My fingers were twiddling but I couldn’t stop them. I felt anything like Elaine Constantine as I waited for our host to arrive to greet us.
We didn’t have to wait very long.
“Lucian!” the guy exclaimed, in an uber posh British accent, and he had a rich boy smile on his face as he paced down through the hallway to meet us, shaking Lucian’s hand in a business-style grasp. “I’m so pleased to have you stay with us.”
I felt shy. Like a silly little girl, out of place.
The guy was tall and broad, in his late forties, minimum. His hair was dark, and his beard was well-trimmed, and he was dressed in tweed.
“This is Elaine,” Lucian said to the guy, introducing me. “Elaine, baby, this is Devon.”
“Hello, Devon,” I said, making sure my own voice was as posh as it should be. “Thank you for having us.”
That’s when another set of footsteps arrived and the guy called Devon gestured our attention behind him, looking proud. “Lucian, Elaine, this is my wife, Francesca. Francesca, this is Lucian and Elaine.”
Holy hell, Francesca was a picture. She was stunning. Absolutely damn stunning. Red hair curled just fine. Scarlet lips and a scarlet dress to match, her smile perfect in a way that lit up her whole perfect face.
“Pleased to meet you,” she said, and took my hand.
I was grinning bright, unbelievably relieved in that moment to see another woman with a smile. “Pleased to meet you, too,” I said, and let them welcome us into their home.
At least for now, we were safe.
Chapter Twenty
Lucian
We were shown to our suite after the introductions, clearly exhausted after our few days of madness. We had the whole wing to ourselves, an environment much more suited to our characters. Still, Elaine was her wide-eyed self as the Quentins left us alone, staring around our opulent surroundings like we’d suddenly arrived in paradise itself.
“Wow, Lucian,” she said, “just wow!”
“Thank fuck,” I said back, casting barely more than a glance at the pitiful suitcases that had already been delivered.
I had no intention of diving into that piss-poor collection of attire any longer, but I had even less intention of Elaine making do with her budget clothes for even a single day longer. I’d already been making arrangements on that score.
I followed Elaine as she checked out the bathroom and she was grinning with delight at the opulence of the jacuzzi bath in the corner. The bathroom itself was bigger than the shitty hotel room we’d stayed in the night before.
“I’ve so needed one of these,” she said, stretching her arms above her head. “I’m desperate for a good long soak.”
I turned the water on and she smiled.
“Look at you, Romeo,” she laughed. “I didn’t expect you to be running a bath for your princess.”
“I’ll be doing a lot more than that for you,” I told her, and I meant it, too.
She had no idea just what was coming to her. Her surprise would be worth a thousand bars of gold.
She stripped straight out of her clothes, reminding me again just how perfect a doll she was, even though the slice on her skin was still raw. It only made her more divine. A painful reminder of how vulnerable she’d been, and how important it was I protect her at any given cost.
She was delicious, enough to make my mouth water at the sight of her. She’d look even more irresistible with some of my bite marks all over her.
We added some of the luxury bath foam, and the bubbles rose invitingly. I was naked alongside her by the time the water had finished running, smiling along with her as she lowered herself in.
“Wow,” she said again, and let herself sink into the bubbles.
I stepped right in after her and lowered myself down on top, and then I kissed her, hard. Deep.
Her soapy hands were up and at me, holding my face as my tongue invaded her mouth. This was us. This would always be us.
I flicked the jets on between kisses and we were amongst the force, massaging tired flesh as we played with one another. She was as desperate for me as I was for her.
She wasn’t expecting it when I twisted her onto her side and hoisted her leg back over mine. She was expecting it even less when I thrust her forward at the jets, positioning her sweet little pussy against the flow.
She gasped and squirmed as I spread her pussy lips, exposing that tender little nub to the water.
My dirty little doll let out a moan, pressing back against my solid cock.
“Fuck me,” she said, and there was such a need in her voice. “Please, Lucian. Please fuck me.”
Oh, how I liked to surprise her.
It was her asshole I pressed against, giving her just a moment of realization before I forced my way inside her. Three thrusts that had her whimpering before she took it.
The rock of her hips was perfection. Backward at me, forward at the jet on her clit, over and over until she was lost to everything but the sensations.
My horny girl came loud for me. The water splashed around us as she rode the waves, coming until she was so tender she had to move away from the surge.