Heartless Read online Jade West (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy Series by Jade West
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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Fuck, I hated that need.

Lucian Morelli was a monster in an angelic body . . . and I was craving that angel’s touch.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Please, just do it. Kill me.”

He slammed his palm against the wall above my head, and I flinched.

“I’ll do what the fuck I want, whenever I want to fucking do it,” he said, and there was something new in his voice. A low growl I hadn’t heard before.

He jangled the keys in his hand, holding them up to the entrance light. Jemma’s keyring was on there, a leather fob with the number seven printed on it.

Number seven, lucky for some.

Not for me, it seemed.

I guess Lucian Morelli read something in me I didn’t want to admit to reading in myself. He didn’t bother wrestling me alongside him when he stepped up to the door and slipped the key into the lock, just left me there, staring after him.

Part of me begged me to run and at least give it a shot at escaping, but no. I found myself locked in position by nothing but my own mind, my arms wrapped tight around my chest.

He pushed the door open and looked back over his shoulder, and the hate in his eyes was tinged with something more. Something I felt all the way through to my core.

“Come and meet your fate, little girl,” he said, and it was insane, just how much of a little girl I felt under his stare.

I should never have considered it, not even for a heartbeat, but he beckoned me with his finger, and I found myself moving. My feet took on a life of their own as I stepped forward, my clutch still gripped tightly under my arm. I was shaking, from too much crappy beer as much as anything else, but shaking nonetheless.

I watched him swallow as he realized just how hard I was trembling.

He liked that.

I walked past him and into the cheap hallway of the cheap apartment block – my cheap escape from my expensive life. Jemma was away for the month, chasing down some environmental peace on some ocean liner somewhere, just as she had been doing on and off since we were teenagers.

I should’ve been with her. Once upon a time, I believed I would be. We’d planned to fix the oceans, and save the whales, and help anyone who needed helping, but I couldn’t do it. My life wouldn’t let me.

My family wouldn’t let me.

She should’ve been a close friend of Tristan’s rather than mine, both of them much more accustomed to trailer life than listening to my woes of billionaire existence, but that didn’t matter. She’d been my escape for over a decade and wouldn’t accept my cash handouts as an incentive; it was all from her heart. Still, I barely saw her.

I didn’t bother letting Lucian find the way upstairs to Jemma’s apartment, just snatched the keys from his hand and led the way. The other doors were all closed tight, no doubt their occupants holed up in bed. The door to number seven was right at the end of the upstairs corridor.

I pushed the key into the lock, opening the door and stepping in ahead of Lucian. I didn’t even attempt to shut the door in his face, only led the way in for him to follow.

He found the light switch as soon as he was in after me, his eyes checking out the neat little hallway around us. Jemma really was a sweet soul in her eccentricity. She had a handmade tapestry of a whale by a boat hanging up proud above my head, and a picture of her charity friends by the kitchen doorway. Hardly the surroundings I’d have expected to take my last breath in, but life is certainly weird sometimes.

I could see the questioning glance on Lucian’s face as he wondered about our surroundings. I answered him before he spoke.

“It’s my friend Jemma’s place. She’s away saving the world. Please don’t leave too many bloodstains on her carpet for her to come home to.”

He didn’t reply, just stepped in after me as I headed through to the kitchen. Jemma’s coffee machine was waiting ready on the counter, just like always, and I got it fired up without a word.

I dumped my clutch on the side and grabbed a mug from the cupboard, then held another up for the monster.

“Hey, asshole. How about a coffee before you kill me?”

I guess that pushed my cheek too far. He was on me in seconds, slamming me into the counter top as the mugs went crashing to the floor with a smash. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

But it wasn’t Lucian Morelli’s hands that attacked me next . . . it was his mouth. His lips. His breaths.

He was fierce as he ripped my coat from my shoulders and flung it aside. His fingers were savage as they tore at my dress, ripping it clean open, revealing my lace bra.



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