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“I don’t care where my cum lands on your face,” he said. “Keep your eyes open the entire time. Sluts like you should know how to take it. You are my dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I moaned, pussy tight. “Please. I’ll keep my eyes open.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, gaze dropping to my mouth. “God, look at you with your tongue out, as if you deserve to drink my cum. You’re getting it all over your fucking face, like a whore, Sage. Call yourself a whore for me.”

“I’m a whore,” I said. “I’m a whore. I’m a whore. I’m a wh—”

Constantino’s cum sprayed all over my face, across my mouth, my nose, even my eyes. It hung heavily on my lashes, and I had the urge to blink it away, but I kept my eyes open and screamed out in pleasure. Ecstasy surged through my body.

“I’m a whore!” I continued. “I’m a whore! I’m your dirty fucking whore!”

After dropping his dick from his hand, he shuffled out of the tub and grabbed his phone sitting on the counter. He snapped a picture of me sitting in his tub, naked and covered in his cum. And when he placed his phone down, he kissed me right on the mouth.

“Let’s clean you up.”

26

laila

When I finally made it home after dinner with Bethany, I walked into the penthouse and dumped my purse onto the island countertop, next to Constantino’s keys and … Sage’s purse.

Did she stay here the entire time? I had been gone for hours.

Tiptoeing through the house—because it was nearly one in the morning—I walked into the master bedroom and flicked on a lamp. Dim light scattered across the room, and I spotted Sage curled up against Constantino’s naked chest.

My heart leaped, and I couldn’t tell if it was from jealousy.

Am I jealous? Of Sage or of Constantino?

I quickly pushed the thought away, slipped into my walk-in closet, and found a pair of thin, silky red PJs to wear to sleep. Once I finished washing the makeup off my face, I scurried back into the bedroom and slipped underneath the blankets of our California king-size bed, behind Sage.

My body molded to her naked one. I wrapped an arm around her waist and snuggled my nose into her neck, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. It reminded me of the night Constantino had convinced me to talk to her, the night I had kissed her for the first time.

While I desperately wanted to fall asleep, I found myself rubbing soothing circles across her stomach, the way Constantino did to me when he had something on his mind. I opened my eyes and gazed out the large ceiling-to-floor windows, eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I’d be able to say it to her face. “I’m so sorry.”

She mumbled something in her sleep and scooted closer to Constantino.

God, I wish she were still awake.

I wanted to see her, wanted to make up for leaving, wanted to ensure she wasn’t angry with me for what I had done earlier tonight. It was so wrong, and I should’ve come home sooner. But I hoped she had actually eaten the food I had sent here. I hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep, starving.

“We need to talk,” Constantino suddenly said, jolting me up.

Glancing over Sage’s body, I spotted him staring up at the ceiling with a hard, unreadable expression on his face. He looked over at me through dark eyes, the dim light of the city making his face glow.

“Now.”

“It’s almost one in the morning,” I whispered.

“Should’ve thought about that before you stayed out all night with Bethany,” he scolded.

Fuck, he is angry. Really angry.

After nodding, I shuffled out of the bed, careful not to wake Sage, and walked to my closet to give us more privacy. I didn’t want him to wake Sage either, and I felt a nasty fight brewing between us. Constantino rarely raised his voice at me, but tonight, he was pissed.

Once he walked into the room, he closed the door behind himself and ran his tongue across his teeth. I crossed my arms, hating the way he looked at me, and swallowed hard.

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