I should’ve taken her right then, centered her on my cock and buried myself in her virgin cunt. I didn’t.
Not Elaine. Not Elaine. Not Elaine. I couldn’t shake it. That feeling. The sensation that the virgin on my lap was a counterfeit, a replacement that would never live up to the woman who’d snared me with nothing more than a passing glance. Even though I hated the bitch in gold, I couldn’t get her out of my twisted mind.
Not-Elaine gave me a confused look, as if she wanted to ask me why I’d stopped but was too scared to voice the question.
I needed to fucking focus. On pleasure. On pain. On Not-Elaine. I yanked her slip from her as she gasped huskily. Not the same curves, not the same anything.
“The belt for you.” I snarled and pushed her off my lap, then made her bend over the arm of the chair. I held a hand flat to the base of her back and I slapped that peach of an ass hard until she screamed, only allowing her to catch a breath in the time it took to free up my belt. I gave her no warning, swung that leather so sweetly it connected with a smack so sharp and brought a cry so gut-wrenchingly loud from the little doll that I closed my eyes and tried my damndest to pretend she was Elaine.
I hit her again and again until finally – with a dick so hard it was aching – I lined up behind her to take her untouched pussy.
I held her head down flat against my leather chair, wrapped my fist in her fake blonde curls, and stopped.
One thrust. Hard and savage. That’s all it would’ve taken.
She reached down between her legs and circled her clit, readying herself for me. Not that anything could prepare her for what I was capable of.
Her ass cheeks were pink from my slaps, and ridged from my belt, but the little slut fucking liked it. She wanted more. She wanted all of me.
I should’ve done it.
Not Elaine. Not Elaine. Not Elaine.
With a roar, I wrenched her onto her knees as I stroked my cock, working myself fast as I thought of Elaine. Not-Elaine stared up with pretty eyes, blue and wide. But they weren’t the eyes I wanted. Not the ones that kept haunting every one of my black heartbeats.
I gritted my teeth and stroked faster.
Her eyes drifted to my cock as I worked it. She wanted to be a good girl for me. She wanted me in her mouth and her cunt.
Just like the real Elaine Constantine would have. Only I’d have hurt the real Elaine Constantine a damn sight more than I’d hurt cute little Not-Elaine. I’d have hurt the real Elaine Constantine so bad she’d be a mess on the floor, not sure where her pain ended and lust began, they’d be too fucking blurred to tell the difference.
I loved it that way.
Dominant didn’t come anywhere near describing what a dark, filthy fucker I was in this life. Nothing ever could.
Nobody would ever understand it. Nobody would ever understand me.
Nobody could ever understand my freak of a body, so tainted in its strengths, and my freak of a mind to match.
Then again, maybe one woman could. An enemy. A Constantine in a gold dress with a death wish and big, sad eyes. Just the thought of her pushed me over the edge. One spurt covered Not-Elaine’s face. She opened her mouth to accept it, but I grabbed her chin and yanked it closed. This wasn’t for her. Not a fucking drop. It belonged to someone else. To the Constantine bitch who’d gotten her claws into me with nothing more than her mouth and her broken innocence. I finished on Not-Elaine with an unsatisfied twist in my gut.
I left her gasping and walked away in a beat, composing myself with deep breaths.
Under usual circumstances, I’d have already taken her cherry and gone straight back in for another round, but that night was different. I looked over at the beautiful thing on my floor, and for the first time that I could ever remember, I didn’t want a first round, much less a second.
Not with her.
I wanted the true, genuine Elaine Constantine. Not a girl trying to be her.
Fuck.
Confused, Not-Elaine moved a bit closer on her knees, looking up at me with another curious look on her face.
“Have I displeased you, sir?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, sweetheart. I’m done. You can go now.”
She stayed on her knees, paused, and I smirked at her, and myself, because I knew it. I always knew it.
Not-Elaine didn’t want to go. She wanted me balls deep in her cunt as she screamed. She wanted my handprints all over body, pain and pleasure tattooed on her skin. But she wouldn’t get that from me. Only one woman would. And then I’d end her and her hateful family once and for all.
“Go. Now,” I told her, and she nodded as she came to her senses.
My little dolly grabbed her lace slip from the floor and held it tight to her chest as she dashed to the elevator.
“Thank you, sir,” she told me before she stepped inside to leave.
I didn’t even bother saying goodbye. She’d escaped with her cherry intact, a gift I never intended to give her. But it wasn’t freely given. No, that Constantine temptress stole it, pulled that pristine cunt right out of my hands.
I should have thought about a million things as I paced back to the windows and stared out over the New York skyline. I should have thought about high-end trade affairs, and corporate business, and Trenton Alto’s seedy deals with the Kelly family across the Atlantic. Maybe pondered whether I should arrange a chat with my brother Declan about how Alto was handling
