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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5

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. “Just kill me and get it over with. I’m done with your bullshit. I’m done with everyone’s bullshit. Fuck off.”

I hated so much in life, both big and small. I hated the very fact I was holed up here with a Morelli who wanted to kill 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 fuck 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 mediocre wooden floor underneath us and the dull leather couch in the room. I looked at the bland, average picture of trees above the fireplace, which was barely more than a wood burner.

Surely there was no way Lucian Morelli could really exist in this space. The thought was a joke.

“I told you to look at me!” he ordered, but no. I didn’t fucking want to.

That’s when 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, little girl. Rudeness will make your pain all the slower.”

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 bucking up against him, legs wrapping around his waist. My body knew what I wanted. My body wanted a dick to spear my pussy for once in my fucking life.

My body wanted Lucian Morelli’s dick to spear my pussy for once in my fucking life.

He could do it . . . please . . . he could 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.

I didn’t need to ask him to fuck me. It was way louder than words.

“You’re a pretty little siren,” he told me. “Such a temptress. It would be so easy to fuck your tight little virgin hole right now.”

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 turned you into their naughty little baby girl?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I hissed at him. “Fuck you, Lucian. Just fuck me or kill me, or both. I’m sick of fucking asking for it.”

I could feel his dick, 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.


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