Page 111 of A Beautiful Crime

Gripping my hand he gently removes the knife from my neck without causing any more damage. Transferring the knife to his own hand he drops it to the ground between us.

The moment the knife is gone he closes the gap between us. One hand finds purchase on the small of my back, pulling me flush against him, while the other caresses my face.

Affection.

I’m starving for it.

But only ever his.

His affection is the only one that matters.

I sigh happily as I lean against his palm and his eyes are the softest I have ever seen them.

His thumb swipes across my lower lip before he rests his forehead against my own. “I have nothing,” he swallows and then continues, “I am nothing, if I don’t have you.”

Everything stops.

Time. My heart. My breathing.

The world stops spinning.

There’s only him and I.

The tether that binds us has never been stronger than in this moment.

My feelings are no longer suppressed. My very own being no longer in denial.

How I’ve resisted him this long I have not a clue, but I will not resist him any longer. Not when being in his arms feels like salvation.

“Constantine.” The feel of his name on my lips is one I’ll always cherish. And the way his eyes soften and pupils dilate with pleasure when I do will have me saying his name forevermore.

The Devil of the East Coast he is to the rest of the world but for me, and me alone, he’s my very own dark knight.

His eyes close in satisfaction as he breathes me in. When they reopen they’re swallowed by desire. Desire I would more than love to get lost in. “I love it when you say my name.”

My lips pull upwards in a sultry smile. My fingers tease with the buttons on his ruined dress shirt. Rising on the tips of my toes my lips brush against his ear as I rasp his name, “Constantine.”

I feel the shudder roll through his body.

The effect I have on this god of a man. . .it makes me feel more alive in ways he’ll never be able to comprehend.

The rush, the control, the damn power. It’s all so thrilling and addictive.

His hand roams down my back, sending electrical impulses, and finds it’s new home by palming my ass.

A gasp leaves me as desire pools in my lower abdomen. It ignites my blood and causes a wetness that should be shameful to gather between my thighs.

But I have come to learn that nothing is shameful when it comes to Constantine and I.

“Tell me, mia leonessa,” he drawls with that sensual mouth in his signature smirk. I would give anything to feel his mouth on my burning flesh. For him to cover every inch of my skin with those lips and his tongue to trace every curve. He continues to palm my ass and it’s as if he’s stoking the fire. I’m only growing feverish with lust in his hold. Captivated by the rough beauty of him. Dominated by his sweet hold. Enthralled in his entirety.

Constantine has corrupted me. Awakened my soul to divulge in a life of sin. And I’ll never seek penance for it.

Loving him will be a beautiful crime.

With his hand on my ass he pulls me flush against him. My jaw slacks open as I feel his semi-hard erection against my stomach.

He grinds his hips the slightest bit. Enough to tease me. Enough to turn me into putty in his hands.

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