9. Elle #2
“That’s it. Take what I give you.” He pinches my clit and then twists it, making me jerk in response. “You’re beautiful when you come, Elle. Do you know that? Even more so when I’m the one bringing you that pleasure.”
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t move away. I don’t look down as he unzips his pants and grips his cock.
“Lorcan…”
He ignores me and rubs the head of his cock over my clit. “Fuck, Elle,” he groans and slides into me without a second thought.
“Lorcan!” I say, louder as he thrusts, gripping both of his arms.
“That’s it, sweet Elle. Scream my name.” He withdraws and slams back into me. “You are mine now. You will take me whenever I want you.”
I convulse in response to his words, my climax hitting me again, harder this time now that I’ve got a cock inside me. I loathe myself for not pushing him away, for not telling him to stop.
He pounds me into the bed as my pussy desperately clutches his cock. I claw his shirt as he drives himself into me with a ruthless rhythm. Every thrust is a declaration of ownership. I want to fight, I want to scream that this is wrong, but the sensations drowning my brain are too loud.
He grips my hands and shoves them above my head, hurting me. I buck against the restraint, but it only makes him fuck me harder.
“Don’t ever take your eyes off me,” he grinds out, his voice thick with a dark, primal hunger.
He looks like a god of ruin, his face tight with a pleasure that looks like pain.
He’s taking exactly what he wants, and the terrifying truth is that I’m letting him.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders, opening me further, and his next thrust hits a spot that makes my entire world white out.
“Mine,” he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to keep. Say it, Elle.”
“Yours,” I whimper, as my pussy clamps around him in a frantic, desperate rhythm, eager for more.
He is treating me like a whore, banging my naked body into the bed while he is still fully clothed, in this fancy penthouse of his, but the truth is, I don’t care. I’m feeling something for the first time in years, even if it is disgust at myself, it is overwhelmingly pleasurable at the same time.
He groans, a deep, jagged sound, and his pace turns frantic. His cock swells inside me, stretching me further as he slams into me. He lets go of my wrists and grips my hips so he drives harder into me.
His body jerks violently, and he unloads into me. The sensation is disturbing. I bite my lip to keep from crying out again.
For a moment, there’s silence. He withdraws from me and grips my chin. “Mine,” he growls. “Don’t ever deny me anything, Elle. The consequences will be severe.” His expression is dark and possessive, and it makes my stomach twist.
“Okay,” I rasp, not knowing what else to do or say.
“Good girl,” he murmurs roughly. He straightens up, adjusting his clothes with an ease that makes me feel even more exposed. I lie there, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of what just happened.
I feel violated and disgusted. But with it is a strange, hollow emptiness, like I’ve been scraped clean from the inside out.
Lorcan reaches down and picks up the black dress that we have just fucked next to. “Let me dress you how I want you,” he says as if he hadn’t just fucked me into the bed and made me come all over his cock.
He helps me up with a gentle hand, and I stand with his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs. He helps me into the dress and then stands back to look at me.
“Perfect.”
I lower my gaze and stand there like a spare part he is assessing to see if it’s good enough for him.
He moves back to the wardrobe and grabs the thing he left on top of the dresser. It’s a black, velvet box.
He opens it and plucks a diamond necklace out of it that must’ve cost him a fortune.
I stay motionless as he steps into my space, the cold metal of the necklace meeting the heat of my skin.
He clicks the clasp shut, the sound final and sharp against the silence of the room.
I don’t look at the diamonds. I don’t want to see how much my dignity is worth to him.
“Eyes on me, Elle,” he murmurs. “Always on me when I’m here.”
I lift my chin, meeting his ice-blue stare. He looks untouched, his suit still perfect, while I feel like I’ve been dismantled and put back together wrong. The weight of the stones at my throat feels more like a collar than a gift.
“You’re going to stay here,” he says, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “You’ll have everything you need. But don’t think about the lift. Don’t think about the doors. You belong to the Keanes now.”
“Which one?” I whisper, my voice cracking. “You or your brothers?”
A dark shadow crosses his face, a flash of possessiveness that makes my breath hitch. “All of us.”
He drops his hand and turns, heading for the door. “I’ll be back later tonight.”
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He turns back to me and smirks “That isn’t a question you ever ask me, Elle.”
“It is if you are going to take the dick I just came all over and stick it in another woman,” I spit out, suddenly furious that he is treating me this way.
It doesn’t last long.
He steps forward again and grips my chin, hard enough to hurt. “Don’t,” he growls, his eyes dark with anger.
“Don’t what?” I stammer. “Don’t get angry for being treated like a whore?”
He smiles, that icy, controlled smile that chills me to my core. “You aren’t a whore, Elle. You’re mine.”
He lets me go roughly and leaves the room, as if he hadn’t just finished a frantic, dominant fuck.
I sink to the bed, my body shaking as I’m left alone in this prison with no way out and no option but to accept whatever the Keanes are going to dish out.