Page 133 of A Beautiful Crime

The spark Carina has always harnessed is finally playing at hand.

I nod my head towards Pietro. “And you think he wouldn’t lie to you for the sake of not seeking my wrath?”

Her fingers twist in the ends of my hair. Lightly pulling on the strands to bring a sting to my scalp. The pain has my cock painfully hard. And I know the little minx can feel the evidence against her stomach.

Quite the seductress she has become.

But alas, it would never take much for Carina to have me undone. A simple touch. A look. A breath of her air.

She pushes up on the tips of her toes, angling my head down to where her lips rest against my ear. They then brush against mine as she says, “As their Queen I deserve honesty.” She nips my earlobe before soothing it with her tongue. Dio mio. I’m going to come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager. “And I demand your honesty, too. Or it will be my wrath to fear.”

“Careful, mia leonessa,” I warn her in a gruff tone. Placing my hands on her hips I pull her flush against me. A small gasp escapes her as I dig my erection against her. “I could lay you on the island and show them a meal they will never have the pleasure of tasting.” She shivers in delight. Her pupils swallow her eyes whole.

I collar her throat. My fingers feeling her wild pulse. Her swollen wet lips are parted in an open invitation. “Is being an exhibitionist a newfound kink of yours?”

Exhibitionism has never been an intrigue of mine. Even with Carina I can not stand the thought of others eyes gazing lustfullyupon her body. But I must say there is something about that my possessive nature finds appealing. Owning her in front of others in the most carnal way. Staking a claim. Knowing they will never have what I do.

Perhaps there is a thrill in it after all.

But even I must admit for as much as a thrill it poses I could never go through with it.

“What if I said yes?” Her voice is breathy.

My hand that collars her throat applies a bit of pressure. She licks her lips in response. Dio mio, even if I’m not one for exhibitionism it’s about to be a moot point because I can barely contain myself.

“Do you really want other men seeing you?”

Her eyes blaze. “What if I want other men seeing I belong to you? What if I want other women to see how much you’re mine?”

Dio mio. When she puts it like that, how can I rebuttal? And who am I to refuse my queen? “I can make the arrangements happen if it’s what you desire, Carina.”

She smiles up at me and it’s more blinding than a thousand suns. Her teeth nip my jaw before kissing it softly. “You really will do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Anything.”

Her eyes are loving. Her fingers then slip from my hair to frame my face tenderly. “Don’t worry, mio cuore, the only eyes I want upon me are yours.”

Thank fuck for that.

My hands then settle on her hips before I place an open mouthed kiss to her lips.

Aware of our audience and the reason I came here in the first place I tuck Carina to my side. The both of us show a united front to our men.

“Rico, Pietro,” I address them and they both come to stand at attention, “head to my office and wait for further instruction.”Rico nods his head first and makes a swift exit. Pietro must have a death wish because he takes one more bite of food before showing his hands in surrender as he runs away.

I swear he’s a child.

“He really is a child,” Carina voices my thoughts with a fondness in her eyes.

As much as I am a jealous bastard I can’t deny how much her being comfortable enough to form bonds with them affect me. She’s more than finding herself by my side. She’s finding a family as well. A home. Two vital things she never had.

And I can’t be jealous because of that.

“Si, but he is our child,” I remind her.

Carina smirks. “A handful, that one.”

Now free of eyes I allow myself to indulge in her. Unable to resist the strong pull between us. “I can think of a better handful.” I smirk as my hands come up to cup her breasts.

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