Page 135 of A Beautiful Crime

The kiss is a lazy exploration. Both of us utterly spent and satiated.

She says against my mouth, “I love the feel of you inside me.” Despite just having orgasmed my dick twitches. She softly giggles. Warming my heart and lighting me from the inside out.

“I love the sound of your laughter.” One day I’ll record it. Perhaps I’ll even make it my ringtone. But then none of my calls will get answered.

She presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Will it always be like this?” I arch a brow at her. “All consuming. Passionate. Crazed with hunger. Will we ever tire of one another?”

I skim my nose along hers and she hums in appreciation. Wrapping an arm underneath her I bring her flush against my chest. Then, I pull the both of us up, her in a seated position and me standing, all the while my dick still inside her. She gasps against my mouth.

With my other hand I cup her face tenderly. Practically purring she leans into my touch. “As long as there is blood running through my veins I promise you it will never be less than this.” I’ve never thought it possible before but her eyes smile. So bright. So full of light and happiness. It is almost hard to believe they were ever vacant. They’re aglow. “The years we spend together will only change it to become more than it was before.”

“Why,” she smiles and it’s damn blinding, “I do love your promises.” She kisses me once more. I love when she initiates.To know she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. Then her brow kicks up. “Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”

“No.” Her brows then pull together. I smooth it with my thumb. “We do,” I correct her.

“So you didn’t come out here just to ravage me, then?”

I smirk. “I’ll always want to ravage you, amore mia.” How could I not? With this body of sin it would even make a saint proudly become a sinner. I’m even tempted to have her again, but I know we can’t. I barely pull out and I see the small wince. Framing her face I say, “This may hurt. I’m sorry, amore mia.”

“Never be sorry for giving me the greatest pleasure. Kiss me to make it better,” she demands. I oblige. I seal my lips over hers. Her tongue breaks the seam of my lips deepening our kiss as I pull out of her with great care.

“Stay for one minute,” I order as I grab a clean cloth.

She giggles. “I don’t think I could move if I tried.”

I smile as I run the clean cloth under the lukewarm water from the sink. Squeezing out the excess I come between her legs again and gently clean her. My cum is still leaking out between her swollen lips. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.

After I’m done cleaning her I sadly close her legs and throw out the cloth. When I return I find adoration on her face. Also tears brimming in her eyes.

I cup her face. “Still not used to someone caring for you, are you?” Her mother had cared for her in her own way. But fear doesn’t comfort a child. She wanted her far away from this life. Far away from the man she married, her papa. But those fears led to her death. And tried as she might to care for Carina her fears always ruled out what she wanted most. The comfort only a mother could provide.

She gives me a watery smile. “No,” she admits. “But I do love how you care for me, Constantine.”

“I’ll never stop.”

She places my hand over her heart and her hand over mine. “I know.”

CHAPTER 29

Carina

“This meeting,” I begin and Constantine waits for me to continue, “I assume it has to do with Luca.” I can’t help the disgust that coats my tone.

One day I will exact my vengeance.

One day I will instill the fear in Luca that he had instilled upon me.

And one day I will take the pleasure of ending his life.

Banding an arm around my lower back he lifts me off of the island and gently places me on the floor. My hands find purchase on his broad chest.

“Si. It seems as if your suspicion surrounding Luca and the Irish Mob have been correct.” Constantine telling me confidential mafia business will never fail to surprise me. In our world it is unheard of for a woman to know such intimate details surrounding the business. It is unfortunate how in order for us to survive we must be docile dolls. A trophy on the arm of our Made Men.

Not only does he tell me the inner workings of the business he values my opinion as well. He seeks for my input. Wanting to dissect my brain and finding my knowledge useful.

Constantine holds my opinion in the highest regard. Listening with a wanting ear, eager to know my thoughts.

We are mirrors of one another.

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