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Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Lucian

Ishowered with Elaine, soaping her up in a lather very carefully around the slice on her chest before we stepped out together and toweled each other down. I brushed my teeth as she brushed hers, eyes on each other in the bathroom mirror, but my mind was already hard at work, weighing up what I needed to be doing in this place.

I still had my investments and my financial empire overseas, wrapped up safe and tight in the legalities. I had my reputation and my known power, and the talents that had led me to ruling the Morelli kingdom so effectively. Letting Lucian Morelli go would be a crime against my humanity.

I watched Elaine pull out some fresh clothes from her suitcase once we were back in the bedroom. Not standing tall and proud next to that little doll would be a crime against my very soul to match.

I hadn’t ever known my soul. It was still an interesting stranger to me. Elaine had brought that gift to me by showing me hers.

It wasn’t clothes I tugged from my suitcase, it was the little black book I’d slipped deep between some shirts when I’d been getting out the cash cases from Bishop’s Landing. The book I’d always used to record the most private of my affairs, in scrawled handwritten text, safe away from the virtual world. I’d been writing in it for years. Passwords, and ID numbers, and names and connections. The most important keys of the most important locks of my life.

Elaine lay down on the bed next to me as I thumbed through the pages.

“What’s that?” she asked, her pretty eyes shining bright in the lamplight.

“It’s our future,” I told her, and turned the book around to face her.

She scrunched up her face as she stared at the numbers and letters. “Business stuff?”

“Financial security of the very highest order.” I flicked through a few of the pages, until the numbers and letters turned to names and numbers. “Associations of the highest power. This is where we’ll get started.”

“Some of those are from the UK, right?” she asked, and took the book from my hands.

“Some of those very important ones are from the UK,” I said. “So I’d best get taking advantage of them before my father realizes this is where I’ve gone and starts reaching out to them himself. I need to get a head start on the battle.”

She handed the book back. “So, we’re really doing this? We’re really going to be Elaine and Lucian?”

I knew it, right down in my core. Yes. We were going to be Elaine and Lucian. Running away as damn Penelope and Jason would be a pitiful last resort. Elaine deserved to be a Constantine even more than I deserved to be a Morelli. She was too regal to carry any less of a crown.

I smiled at her. “It would be a travesty to call you anything but Elaine. You are Elaine. You will always be Elaine, not just to me, but to the world.”

She let out another one of her sweet little giggles.

“I never, ever thought we’d be holding up each other’s names as some kind of pride thing. We were born to hate each other’s names. I was told to hate the Morelli family as soon as I could understand the words.”

“I was taught to hate the Constantines with so much venom it would kill a whole fucking nation,” I replied. “You were nothing but pieces of shit since the moment I first opened my eyes.”

“Strange, isn’t it?” she asked. “It’s insane how the universe turned so damn weird and brought us together.”

“The universe is a strange fucking place,” I said. “Only it isn’t. Not when you really think about it. Not so strange as it seems. The whole world is magnetic. Opposites. It’s full of poles apart in the most extreme of ways with the most potent attractions. Darkness and light. Fire and ice.”

“Constantine and Morelli,” she finished.

I put the book down and took her hands in mine, squeezing her fingers.

“Just imagine the beautiful combination that Constantine and Morelli could bring together.”

“Let’s find out,” she said, and her stunning smile was at full volume.

“I’d best get started, then,” I told her and kissed her fingers before turning my attention back to the pages.

Dawn was just creeping in outside when Elaine put the TV on and flicked through the channels. There was no doubt about it—her wound was recovering nice and fast.

She dozed there, watching the screen while I scoured through my book some more, creating a strategy in my mind. I plotted out the most important connections, and what I’d like to propose to them. I considered just which of my investments would be the most valuable assets in this new world and how best to exploit them.

Elaine was quiet, relaxing in a way that spilled over to me like a drug, helping my focus rather than hindering it. She was an asset valuable enough to put all of my others to shame.

I could hear the street coming to life outside the hotel when she pulled herself up from the bed and stepped up to the window. The light shining through her blonde hair was divine.

“London,” she said. “Wow. I still can’t believe we’re in London. There are so many things I want to do here, to see here. I just can’t believe I’ll be doing them with you.”

So many things were unbelievable in our life, it was insanity.

“I need some things of a more practical nature,” I told her. “A cell phone is at the top of my goddamn list, that’s for sure.”

She turned and smirked. “I need some things of a more practical nature too. Your cock is at the top of my goddamn list, that’s for sure.”

Holy fuck, her sassy little face changed the atmosphere in a heartbeat, charging up the beast down deep in my fucking gut. She was indeed a sassy little doll, and that sass had been shining there in her eyes, poking my fire.

She saw the shift in me. That sassiness turned to that sweet little rabbit in the headlights, eyes open wide as I got up from the bed, still naked, cock hard and huge.

I gave her my goddamn cock, that was for fucking sure.

Her clothes were off, practically torn. She was slammed onto her back on that cruddy mattress and kissed so fucking hard it took her breath away. Her pussy was hungry, and my fingers filled her up, stretching her as wide as she could fucking take as she whimpered and moaned.

“Let’s see how much of a practical nature this feels like, shall we?” I growled.

I still had two fingers inside her when I forced my cock straight in. I knew it hurt. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to hear her pant and gasp and struggle to take it.

“Beg,” I grunted. “Beg me for more. Spread your legs open as wide as they’ll fucking go and beg me for more.”

Her thighs were shaking as she forced them wider. Her breaths were shallow. Her whimpers made my balls tighten.

“BEG!” I snarled, and that’s when I knew it with every fucking sliver of my soul. I heard it in my voice and felt it right down my spine, that knowledge. That truth.

I’d only ever be able to be Lucian Morelli.

I couldn’t ever give up being Lucian Morelli if I tried.

Elaine was so pretty when she cried. Eyes watering. Pain. Such beautiful pain. Only it wasn’t about the wound she’d taken. That was fading…opening things up for more delicious sensations of hurt.

“Please…” she whispered.

I fucked her harder, grunting and slamming. She whimpered, taking it.

Wanting it.

Even in her pain, she was fucking desperate for it.

I was her lord. Her master. Her fucking god.

Only now we were magnets coming together. Poles colliding as one.

Elaine Constantine was my goddess right back.

I was circling my hips when I pulled my fingers free from inside her, leaving just my cock stretching her wide. I forced them into her mouth so far she gagged.

“Suck,” I said and she did. She sucked like a good girl.

My fingers were nice and wet when I shifted position enough to play with her swollen pink bud of a clit. She was squirming, greedy, moaning for more as I played her like my sacred little instrument, faster and faster and faster.

Yes.

This was the connection that had eaten us up in the first place. The calling that had snared us right from that very first encounter at her sister’s sad little birthday ball. This was the reason we were here in the first place and it had turned into so much fucking more.

She came before I did. I watched her crest and peak before I slammed deep and fast enough to shoot my load inside her, my hand on her throat as I took my fill.

We were both panting, wrecked when I pulled away from her. The air was tense and glorious, both of us still heady on the climax when I reached out and held her hand.

She held mine back. Tight. Both of us, staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t need to see her face to know she was smiling along with me.

The bustle of the London street outside was a whole load busier when I gathered myself enough to take a look out of the window, the morning finding its true swing.

I pulled out a fresh pair of pants from my suitcase, smirking down at her while she winced, soothing her poor battered pussy.

“We’d better go get that goddamn cell, then,” she laughed. “You’re going to have to help me off the bed though, since I’m too damn sore to move.”

She held out her hands with a grin and I pulled her up to her feet.

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