Page 175 of Powerhouse: Boxed Set
“Killed?”
She gritted her teeth. “I could scream, and everyone would see you.”
“You won’t.” I gripped a hand around her neck and pressed my lips to hers.Insanity.
She was so sweet. So soft. It was a shock to the system, though I’d been picturing it since I saw her in the ballroom. The antithesis of everything I was.
My mouth was rough, and my hands were rougher. My thigh pressed hard against her pussy, hitting just the right spot to make her shiver.
She should’ve fought. Screamed. Battled. But no. At the height of her sister’s birthday party, the gorgeous woman in gold kissed me back. Forbidden doesn’t even come close.
She dropped her clutch to the floor, gasping into my kiss. The way she danced her tongue with mine was a far different experience than I’d have imagined. She was messy and nervous—everything I’d never expect from a billionaire heiress.
Inexperienced.
That was when I realized it. Right there and then. Elaine Constantine wasn’t a young woman who’d fucked her way through every cock on the eastern seaboard. Nothing like the tabloids and the gossip blogs would have you believe.
She was a young woman who didn’t know what the hell she was doing. An untouched doll, cracked on the inside yet still smiling beautifully through the window of her pristine box.
“We should stop this,” she moaned into the kiss. “This is madness.”
“I never stop for anyone,” I told her and slipped my hand between her thighs.
Her golden silk dress and lace panties underneath were a thin veil over her wet slit. I could feel the heat of her. Delicious. She spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck, grinding against my hand like she couldn’t stop herself.
I forced her along the hall and shoved her into an ornate bathroom. The door made one hell of a slam as I pushed her inside and kept pushing until we were shut in the water closet, but I didn’t care. I hitched her dress up, biting her neck as my fingers circled hard around her clit.
“Take it like a good little doll or I’ll make it hurt,” I growled, and I could feel the shock bristling right through her. Shock and something more. Something deeper.
Her eyes were searching mine as I finger-fucked her. Seeking. Needing.
“Why are you doing this?” she panted.
“Because you’re mine,” I said and forced two fingers inside her. “You just don’t know it yet.”
She was so tight it made my mouth water. The golden goddess moaned for me. “Nobody touches me. Ever. They wouldn’t dare. My mother would—”
I laughed. “I take whoever I want, whenever I want.”
That’s when she pushed me away hard enough to tug my mask off. “You’re a bastard.”
I was still laughing. “Oh, I am, sweetheart. I am. You’d better believe it.”
CHAPTER THREE
Elaine
It didn’t makesense. It couldn’t make sense.
Lucian Morelli had his fingers inside me at my sister’s masked ball. And I liked it. More than liked it. Wanted it. Needed it. How did I end up in this situation?
He was dead, once my mother found out. Fuck.Fuck.
“How the hell did you get in here?” I asked against his mouth, but even at the height of the deadliest storm I’d ever known, my body didn’t care about the answer. My body only cared about him. My flesh was a law of its own, bucking against him for more. My senses were screaming, needing him. Needing a man who would finally make me his. Finally.
But it couldn’t be him.
It couldn’t be Lucian Morelli, of all people.
