Page 219 of Powerhouse: Boxed Set
His mouth was hot on my neck. Frantic.
His body was hot against my chest. Wanting.
My legs spread, letting him grind into me. It didn’t feel like I was inside my body anymore. It was like I’d gone far away, the same as when the men touched me.
Lucian.
I pushed him off me, hard, and Stephen stared at me with shock on his face. “What the fuck? You looking for a johnny? Don’t worry, baby, I got one right here.”
I wasn’t looking for a condom. I was looking for an exit.
I shoved him away again when he leaned back in.
“Sorry,” I managed, “I have to go.”
“Go?” he asked and didn’t move a muscle. “Where the hell do you need to go to right now?”
I didn’t have an answer, so I didn’t give him one, just pushed my way to the side.
That’s when he grabbed me, and his voice turned darker. “I left the fucking party for you. I could’ve had any fucking snatch in that place.”
“I’m sure the party’s still rocking,” I said, and I was slurring, feeling strange. “Sorry, Stephen. Didn’t mean to waste your time.”
“You aren’t wasting it,” he replied. “I’m not gonna let you.”
He pushed me back up hard against the wall. That’s when his mouth met with mine, and his tongue forced its way inside. That’s when he kissed me deep enough that my drunken haze disappeared under the adrenaline rush.
He was rough. I should’ve liked it.
His cock was hard against me, grinding through my dress. I should’ve liked that too.
Lucian.
Stephen didn’t look like Lucian Morelli up close. His kiss was sloppy, and his brows were far messier. His cheekbones were less sculpted, and his jaw was weaker.
He didn’t taste like Lucian Morelli either. He tasted of cheap beer and cigarettes.
I pushed him away again. “Let me go, and get back to the fucking party.”
He sneered at me. “I’m not going fucking anywhere except inside that pussy of yours,” he whispered, and I knew it then. I knew it in that moment. I saw it in his eyes.
Stephen wasn’t a nice man.
“No,” I said, but his mouth was back on my neck.
My hands were weak against him. My stilettos were unsteady. “No,” I said again, but he didn’t listen. “I mean it,” I said. “Get back to that fucking party and get some other girl.”
His eyes were darker than ever when they met mine, his breaths were fast, and his cock was hard. “After you give it up for me.”
“I’m Elaine Constantine,” I told him. “Lainey damn Marsh is a lie.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are,” he sneered. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
He didn’t know who I was. He didn’t know he was signing his death sentence if anyone in my world found out about this, and my threats wouldn’t make any difference to him.
“Let me go,” I begged. “My family… they won’t let this go…” But that’s one thing about the girl who always lies…nobody ever believes her when she tells the truth.
A sneer. I’d pushed him too far. I’d pushed him hard enough that he was losing his shit rough enough to hurt me. He slammed me harder into the wall, and this time it really hurt. “Shut the fuck up,” he snarled. “Believe me, baby, you’ve cost me enough time already. You’d better buckle up. I’ll be fucking you hard to make up for it.”
