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Lucian Morelli slammed me into the wall at the side of his crappy house and kissed me like he meant it.30LucianI couldn’t fight it any longer. The truth was too strong in my mind. Elaine was too good a temptress, and I couldn’t resist her anymore. I pressed her up tight to the outside wall, and I kissed her, only this time it wasn’t laced with hate or spite or the need to tear her to pieces. This time it was about something I’d never felt before, something as alien to me as pain.
I was in love with her.
I was in love with a Constantine.
Both the Constantines and the Morellis would kill me for my crime, and I wouldn’t blame them. I’d kill myself for my crime if I didn’t love myself too damn much.
There was as much truth and need in the way she kissed me back. We were frantic, desperate beyond belief as we made our way along the wall towards the front porch. I backed her in through the front door with my mouth still hungry on hers, and it didn’t matter which direction we were headed in, just as long as her body was next to mine. I was confused and split apart by conflicting desires. I wanted to save her from her past and savage her in her future both at once. I craved her pain and her tears and her cries of my name, only this time it wasn’t power and punishment driving me, it was more than that. It was fascination for her body and her desires and her needs, because she needed it like I did. Elaine was a masochist to my sadist, the yin to my yang, the light to my dark, the blonde to my black.
Elaine was the Constantine to my Morelli.
She mumbled against my mouth.
“Hurt me, Lucian. Make me yours.”
I growled and bit her bottom lip, shunting her towards the living room.
“You’re already mine. Your pussy will be the jewel in my crown.”
“It’s given, not stolen.”
Her words gave me another chill of a thrill. She wasn’t stolen, she was given. I’d never wanted anything I’d been given before. I’d always claimed or bought it, taking everything on my own terms.
Strangely enough, I didn’t want to take the jewel in the crown – not so quickly or frantically. I wanted to enjoy every second of holding back.
Elaine was wearing so much of my crap against the cold. I tugged my sweater up and over her head and cast it away. I tore my shirt apart so hard the buttons sprang off, and there she was, beautiful in her bra. I tugged my pants off her, oversized and hanging, and she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. She was naked perfection as I unclipped her bra and thrust her through the living room doorway.
I held her wrists over her head against the living room wall, pinning her firmly enough that she let out a moan. She rubbed against me, that sassy smile of hers so pretty it sent me wild. I ground my hips against hers, then forced her legs open with my thigh, and we were right back there, in the bathroom at Tinsley Constantine’s ball. If I’d have believed in fate I’d have believed in it in that moment. If there was such a thing as destiny this would be ours, star-crossed lovers whose paths belonged as one, no matter how much it would cost them.
“Keep your hands above your head,” I growled at her, and she nodded. “Good girl.”
My fingers slipped down her throat and along her collarbone. My mouth was back on hers as I took hold of her tits and squeezed hard enough that she moaned against my lips. I squeezed harder, twisted, made her moan louder. My thigh rubbed against her pussy with a force that made her cry out, but still she squirmed against me. Yes, Elaine was a masochist. She wanted this.
I was as desperate as she was as I dropped to my knees before her. I, Lucian Morelli, dropped to my knees in front of a Constantine with the sole desire to pleasure her. The very thought was insanity. My mouth was hungry for her pussy, my tongue was a snake against her clit, round and around in a rhythm that had her hands in my hair.
“No!” I barked. “Hands above your head!”
She did as she was told. Her arms were up straight, hands flat to the wall as I ate her out with renewed vigor. She was mine. Her pussy was mine.
Elaine tensed up as I did the unthinkable and prepared her beautiful slit for my cock. I wet my own fingers before I pushed two inside her, slowly enough that she murmured. I was so gentle. Even as I nipped at her clit, I was gentle inside her.
