Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Someone’s taught you well,” he grunted.
He was right on that. I’d been taught well. Only it wasn’t someone who’d taught me, it was many. I’d had many cocks forced down my throat in my life.
I felt the throbs in his dick and knew what was coming. I was hungry for it.
He pulled out of my mouth and worked his length above me, and I did what any good little slut would do. I opened my mouth nice and wide.
The first spurt of come landed across my face. The rest was a perfect stream on my tongue. I didn’t swallow, just stared up at him as he caught his breath.
That’s when he saw them . . . my fingers between my legs.
“You’re a dirty little bitch, Elaine.”
I didn’t stop rubbing my clit. My mouth was still open with his come glistening on my tongue, and I rubbed my clit so fast I shuddered.
He didn’t tell me to stop.
I wouldn’t have stopped if he did.
My ass was on fire, my nipples were straining, and my clit lit up like a flare, sparking.
I came on my knees with my master’s come across my tongue, and he watched me. He watched me with his dark, evil eyes.
His smirk was divine in its filth.
“If you really do want to breathe your final breath, you’ll have to stop being such a dirty little bitch,” he said. “I’ll be watching that for a long fucking time before I snuff you out.”
I was smiling up at him as I swallowed.
8
Lucian
I didn’t sleep, just sat and watched the girl curled up naked on the couch. She was dreaming, exhausted. She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
Just a shame she was a fucking Constantine. I’d have kept her as a permanent plaything if I didn’t despise her enough to torture her to death.
I knew shit would be kicking off back in the city as the war over Elaine began. Constantines against the Power Brothers would be quite a spectacle. I’d be an avid spectator.
Just so long as they didn’t find out the kidnapper was me.
The sun was rising through the window when my cell started its usual round of bleeps and pings for the day. The Morelli Empire was already awake, deals and trades galore springing up for their usual rounds. For once in my life I didn’t want to be amongst it. I wanted to be here instead, petting the slut.
It was light outside when I finally moved from my seat. The coffee machine was live and active when the sweet little toy dolly presented herself in the kitchen doorway. She was scared and tired, a beautiful combination.
The dolly didn’t ask for a coffee. No doubt she knew better than that.
I made myself one as she watched me, the sadist part of me set to enjoy her thirst as she watched me drinking mine. I felt insane as I realized the sadist part of me wasn’t winning the battle. I already had a mug out for my toy when I caught a grip of my own actions, all set to make her one. Fuck it. I made her one anyway. I didn’t give her options, just handed one over, black, to match mine.
“Thanks,” she said, and flashed me the meekest little smile.
Fuck the way she was such a natural temptress.
“Turn around,” I said. She looked at me blankly before she realized what I wanted to see.
She turned her back to me, her ass so beautifully marked, faint lines of bruising. The sight made my dick twitch.
I stepped up to her just as she was raising her coffee mug to her lips. My hot breath on her neck made her shudder.
“I’m going back to the city,” I told her, like she deserved an explanation. “Don’t even think about trying to escape this place. You’ll get nowhere. I’m locking you up tight, and even if you did get out, I’m barely a few minutes from wiping out that sad little moron you’re friends with. You’d never save him in time.”
She turned to me and pulled a scowl. “Yeah, I know. I do have a brain you know. You don’t need to keep pointing out the obvious every thirty seconds.”
My hand was on her tit in a flash, squeezing hard.
“Are you going to be a sensible little bitch and behave yourself in my absence?”
She winced as I twisted her flesh. “That depends on what behave myself means.”
I didn’t actually know what behave meant in that instance. Part of me wanted her tied up naked to the bedstead upstairs, another part wanted to think of the dirty little bitch drifting around the place, curious and needy.
“I am going to destroy you, you know,” I told her, letting go of her flesh and hating how I was telling myself just as much as her. “This is all just a cheap thrill of a game until I get bored and take your life.”