Soulless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy #2) Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy Series by Jade West
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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He said sweetheart like he meant it, because he did. I really was his sweetheart, not just his toy.

My eyes must have spoken as loud as my voice when I gave him the words.

“Please, please, I want it. I want your belt on my ass. Please give me your belt on my ass. Please . . .”

I was so ready for it when he hit me. One, yes. Two, yes. Three, yes!

I cried out on the fourth thrash, and he paused, waiting as I rocked, then stilled.

He waited for me to be ready for the fifth thrash. My God, he waited for me to be ready.

Lucian was a master at mastering me. His touch was incredible, teasing then thrashing, teasing then thrashing. The sensations blurred between pleasure and pain, like they normally did, only this time there was more to it. I was being guided, played like a violin by a man who wanted to play me right.

My ass was hurting almost too much to bear by the time he flipped me onto my back, arching me tightly over the sofa arm. My flesh was throbbing, raw. Divine.

“Are you going to trust me?” he asked, and his eyes were so sincere in their beautiful power, no longer a foe.

The nod of my head was genuine. “Yes, Lucian, I’m going to trust you. I do trust you.”

I did trust him. I trusted a Morelli. The very idea was insane, but it was true. I trusted Lucian Morelli more than I trusted anyone, even more than I trusted myself.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Elaine,” he said, and I did it without hesitation.

I stretched my thighs wide open and presented myself for him, wet and wanting. He brushed his thumb against my clit and let out a gorgeous moan.

“You are a beautiful creature. Your sweet blonde pussy is to die for.” He smirked at his own words. “It is though, isn’t it? Your sweet blonde pussy is literally to die for. I’ll be a dead man for my crimes.”

“I’ll be a dead woman for wanting you back,” I whispered. “We’ll both be dead, Lucian.”

His smile made my belly flutter along with my clit.

“At least we’d die happy.”

I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I’d die happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”

His thumb was working magic on my clit, and my ass was still throbbing underneath me. I could have laid there for a lifetime enjoying it, watching him. It was him who coaxed me to more.

“Trust me, baby,” he whispered and then he raised his hand. “Keep those legs spread nice and wide. I’m gonna take your pussy in so many more ways than one.”

I would keep my legs spread as wide for him as I could for as long as I lived. I held them up high, offering him everything. I knew he was going to slap me where it hurt the most, and I wanted it. People had hurt me in so many ways before, but never because I wanted them to, and never with such care in their eyes.

I cried out when he slapped my pussy nice and hard, but I kept my legs spread. I bucked and squealed and squirmed as he hit me over and over, but it didn’t matter, I still kept my legs spread wide. He hurt my pussy, and I loved him for it.

“You’re such a good girl,” he told me, and it made me glow inside.

I’d always wanted to be a good girl for someone I loved.

I was a good girl as he teased my nipples then twisted my tits until I cried out for him. He did it slowly enough that I was begging for more, seeking the pain.

“Please fuck me,” I asked more than once. But he didn’t.

We were there for hours in the living room, and all of those hours were about me and not him. He gave me every scrap of his attention, and care and time. Even when I tried to grab for his dick, he wouldn’t let me. It was all about my body and its thrills.

I was exhausted, burning and breaking in the most incredible of ways when he made me come for the third time over. I was sweating and smiling and lost in my bliss, and the monster was smiling right back at me as he grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet, then against him.

“You are one tired little beauty,” he told me, then wrapped me up tight in his arms. “How about we get chef Morelli to make you some pasta, hmm?”

I couldn’t stop my laugh as I held him back. “Chef Morelli’s pasta sounds absolutely damn amazing.”

32

Lucian

I’d never enjoyed doing anything for anyone. Gratitude meant nothing to me other than weakness. It was an entirely new sensation to enjoy doing things for Elaine.


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