Recommended By Angela
Recommended By Angela
I waited and waited and waited for the continuation of Lucian and Elaine’s story, eagerly needing to know what was next for them and their unique dynamic. Heartless was so unbelievably captivating that I knew this trilogy would be an instant favorite of mine and Soulless continues that momentum for me. It goes even further into the depths of depravity and Lucien keeps the heat level at an all time kinky high. Their backstories were extremely eye opening and really set the tone for the way they currently are. The scenes are beyond vivid, you read about her gagging and actually feel yourself gagging yourself since the writing is so descriptive. Some of the intense scenes border as abuse at times, so if that is a trigger for you, do not read this. Jade West is a no-brainer read for me as she delivers the type of perverted erotica that only a select few love to indulge in and I am 1000% one of them!
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I made her squeal again and again and again. I yanked her head back by her silky blonde curls, keen to see tears streaming down her pretty cheeks, but there were none. She wasn’t crying.
“I’ll make you sob for me,” I snarled, but she smiled.
“Don’t count on it, sir.”
I forced her onto her knees so hard she cried out.
“I’ll fuck your impudent little mouth until you’re sick all over my cock,” I snarled. “I’ll fuck your throat until you’re nothing but a gasping little wreck on the floor.”
The little bitch opened wide for me.
I hurt her where nobody else would see it. I unbuttoned her blouse and saw her pretty nipples there, and something made me want to hurt them worse than anything else. I did hurt them. I twisted them so hard in my fingers that she whimpered, and her whimper thrilled me even more than a shout from one of the boys. It felt private somehow. Her shallow little breaths made me feel like more of a god than I’d ever known.
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Lucian Morelli always takes what he wants. And now he’s taken me. The man who’s haunted my steps from the moment we met at the ball now controls my every move in his hideaway. His dark eyes miss nothing, and he seeks out all my weak spots. He uses his fingers, his wicked tongue, his sharp mind. Searching, testing, looking for the side of me I’ve hidden away for so long.
He’s relentless in his pursuit of my secrets, but I manage to discover some of his own. I’m not the only one hiding, not the only one marred by my past. And when he sees me, truly sees me, for the first time in as long as I can remember—I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of this monster, my monster. I want him to hurt me, to break me, to put me back together, and above all, I want him to love me.
A love as fiery as it is destructive, one that will scorch our families and maybe, just maybe, set us both free.