Page 126 of A Beautiful Crime

What makes any man become an ally with their enemy?

To take out a common enemy between the two.

Me.

And if Seamus, the leader of The Irish Mob is as cunning and wise as I know him to be, he’s working alongside Luca to destroy everything I built, only for him to stab Luca in the back and take it all for himself.

If that is to be true I must applaud Seamus’ ambition.

Still, I ask to be certain, “What makes you believe that?”

Her attention returns back to me and I’m pleased at the fact. “Niall and Luca are very cordial with one another. Bonded over their sadistic nature, I’m sure. To be honest, I had always thought my arranged marriage would be with him.” Rage courses through my veins at the thought of another man having what’s mine. Touching her. Breathing her air. Dirtying her with their mouth. I can’t help my vision from seeing red.

Her hand comes to cup my face. My jaw is tense but the moment she forces me to look at her I soften. If there’s anyone who can tame the devil in me it’s her. “Calmati, cuore mio.” (Settle, my heart) Fuck. Her speaking in our natural tongue is one thing. Giving me an order is another. But a term of endearment as well? Her heart? All the rage in my blood is doused and replaced by the burning need to be inside her. “I’m yours.” That’s it. I have to be inside her. This very second.

Without breaking eye contact with her I order with a bite to Rico, “Leave us.”

I don’t even wait for the sound of the door closing to ravage her mouth with my own.

She responds tenfold. Giving as good as I do, if not more passionate, hungry. Her hands find purchase on the collar of my button down shirt to pull me closer.

My hands worship their way down her body until I’m positioning her to where she’s straddling me.

Dio mio, she’s already fucking soaked for me. I can feel it against my slacks.

Sliding her crimson silk nightie up her thighs, my fingers craze her bare pussy. I nip her bottom lip and she hisses in my mouth before biting my own. “What a naughty girl you are,” I growl against her lips. She grinds down against me. I swear my cock is so hard it’s going to break my zipper. “You’re walking around with my pussy bare?”

She licks my lips before diving back in to consume my mouth. I allow her to take the lead. To own me. And fuck do I love it when my woman takes control.

Tantalizing, her hand travels down my chest to reach its destination on my belt. She undoes it like she’s done it a million times before. My woman is a natural sexual prowess. As she undoes my zipper my cock fucking weeps when she has it in her hands. Her grip is firm but not hard enough.

I pinch her clit and her hand tightens around my cock. Dio mio, that’s it. Precum leaks at my tip as her hand starts to jerk me roughly.

Without warning I insert two of my fingers in her wet and swollen pussy. So fucking tight. She gasps in my mouth and I swallow the sound. I feel her walls clamp around me as I roughly begin to finger fuck her.

I knew she would like it rough.

Fucking made for me.

I can’t wait to make her delicious ass fucking red with my palm.

“Carina,” I purr her name against her ear knowing how much it affects her. Her pussy sucks my fingers in as her arousal soaks my hand. “I’ve turned you into my perfect little slut, haven’t I?” The degradation with praise affects her how I knew it would. Pupils blown. Cheeks flushed. Pussy soaked and begging for release. And she does the prettiest of whimpers when I remove my fingers. “Watch, Carina,” I order huskily and she obeys beautifully. With her arousal that has soaked my hand I lather my cock with it.

Her breath hitches. Eyes mesmerized. “Constantine.” Dio mio. I will never tire of hearing those lips of wine saying my name.

After I’ve coated my cock in her arousal I can’t wait any longer to sink inside her.

I press a hard kiss to her lips before I remove the nightie from her perfectly flushed skin. The work of art of her is bare before me. And I’m reminded just how much of a fucking lucky bastard I am. How undeserving I am to have a goddess be mine and mine alone.

And although I want to fuck her into next week, brutalize her in a delicious way that will have her feeling me for weeks I ask, “How sore are you, amore mia?”

Her breathy response has me almost combust on the spot. “Not enough.”

Picking her up I then spin her around to face the desk. I bend her over the desk and free myself of my slacks and boxer briefs. My shirt follows next as I rip the buttons.

With her legs spread, heart shaped ass in the air, and dripping pussy on display my cock is the hardest it’s ever been.

Pinning her down to the desk with my hand collaring the back of her neck I guide my cock into her aching cunt.

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