“You set me on fucking fire, you know that?” I asked her, and she looked so flattered it was untrue. It was insane, just how beautiful that woman was and yet she still felt flattered by my words.
“You set me on fire to match, you know that?” she asked, and there was that sweet sassiness in her I adored.
My next instruction felt like a crime, but I couldn’t hold back. No matter how much I was enjoying the beauty of that dress on her, I’d be enjoying the beauty of her flesh underneath it so much more.
“Strip for me,” I said. “Nice and slowly.”
Once again, she did as she was told.
She let the straps of the dress fall from her shoulders and did another spin. Slowly.
There were the bite marks I’d left on her the night before, appearing perfectly from beneath the fabric.
I loved seeing her marked like that. Owned like that. Hurt like that, by me.
If anyone else ever hurt her in any way again, I’d skin them alive, but to see my own brutality etched into her was nothing short of filthy magic.
My dick was so hard it was fucking painful in my pants when I closed the distance between us. Her dress dropped to the floor around her feet, and she was wearing white lace panties, so fucking pretty. I tugged them down and dropped to my knees along with them, and there was her wet pussy, freshly waxed and begging for my tongue.
She gasped as I pressed my mouth to her slit, wrapping my arms around her thighs to spread them wider.
Still, the insanity of this new world was a shock to me.
I was on my knees.
A Morelli on their knees before a Constantine.
Lucian Morelli on his knees before Elaine Constantine.
Who’d have ever thought it would be the greatest feeling in the world?
23
Elaine
Waking up with a sore pussy was something I could happily get used to. I don’t know what time we eventually fell asleep, but it was late. Lucian had played with me for hours, only giving me his cum when I was so used up I couldn’t come for him anymore.
I reached out for my lover by my side, eager to snuggle in, but he wasn’t there. I jolted, looking around the room for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
There was only a note on the bedside table.
See you later, princess.
Of course he’d gone. He was Lucian Morelli. He’d probably been signing deals for his new empire since six in the morning, regardless of what time we went to bed. It made me smile to myself. He was truly back to him again. Only I wasn’t back to me. I wasn’t the old Elaine Constantine hiding behind drink and parties and feeling ashamed of herself behind a sheen of glamor. I was someone else. A new Elaine with all the positives of my old self with a whole host of new ones.
And that was all thanks to the man I once believed to be a monster.
I reached for my cell from the bedside table and there was a message waiting for me. Tristan. The only one besides Lucian with my number.
His words were simple.
Call me when you get this. URGENT!!
I checked out the time. 10 a.m. It would be 5 a.m. back home. I weighed it up, but the instruction was clear. There was that little instinctive feeling of worry that couldn’t be shaken off. My finger pressed the call button and I waited for it to connect, telling myself I’d give him just a few seconds to pick up, in case he was sleeping, but he wasn’t. He answered in a beat.
“Lainey, thank fuck you called. You’re all over the news here in a whole other way.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“What other way?” I asked him. “Are they still looking for Terence Kingsley?”
“No,” he said. “They aren’t still looking for Terence Kingsley, they’re looking for Lucian Morelli, and gossip channels are saying he’s in the UK with you, and you are a fucking couple.”
For once the gossip channels were surprisingly accurate. Made a change. Still, the thought that people were talking about it, realizing it, gossiping about it… our families would be realizing it, too. Shit!
“They’ll be coming after you, you know that,” Tristan said, stating the obvious. “You know that. They’ll be coming after you damn quick.”
“Yeah, I do know that,” I said. “We both do. Me and Lucian.”
“You gonna run again, then?” he asked me. “Get the hell out of London whatever you do. That’s where the rumors say you are.”
I bit my lip before I answered, registering just how brazen our plans were to step out together over here and let the world know we belonged together.
“You are going to run, right?” Tristan asked.