Page 138 of A Beautiful Crime

“I feel,” I dig my heels in his ass to press him against my aching core, “that if you don’t fuck me within the next minute I’ll do far more damage with this knife.”

His gaze is intoxicating. I could get high from the look in his eyes. The pride I see glittering in them like diamonds. The lust so powerful it has me drenched. And the love, the love in them has me undone.

He runs his knuckle along my cheek. And I purr like a cat in heat. “I’ve created quite the monster. Was my ravaging just minutes ago not enough for you?”

I lick my lips and watch with excited anticipation as his eyes track the motion. I rub against his very hard cock and tease him. “Am I too much for you, Constantine?”

His hands squeeze the outer flesh of my thighs in a bruising grip. I’ll adore the sight of those bruised fingerprints in the full mirror late tonight. “Mia leonessa,” he purrs seductively and it spikes my blood, “I have no intentions on ever taming you.”

Yanking on his tie, I then wrap it around my fist. My very own leash. He smiles proudly at the act of dominance. I have him so close and yet not close enough. There are times I even fear when he’s inside me it’s still not close enough.

I want to be buried in his skin. Be the blood running through his veins. Own the very air he breathes. I want to tear through his flesh and become one with his soul.

He’s very well right. He has created a monster.

A villainous monster who craves every part of him and never wants to be denied.

Constantine’s seduction to lure me to the dark has not only awakened me, but created a never ending hunger.

And I’m ravenous for him. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will never be satiated.

Yanking on his tie once more I crush my lips against his. His tongue immediately seeks entry and I all but grant him access.

He fucks my mouth as he would fuck my pussy. Hungrily. Greedily. Punishing. Claiming me with every hard stroke of his tongue. Fingers bite into the flesh of my ass as he grinds me against his cock.

The friction of his slacks against my bare core sends me in a frustrated frenzy.

And because he has turned me into a sexual deviant I remove the knife from his throat to put it to better use. With one quick flick of my wrist I tear the fabric that holds his slacks upright. His slacks fall to the floor with a soft thud.

I feel the deep guttural groan vibrate from his chest and it makes my core throb with a maddening need.

Slipping the knife inside his boxer briefs I get rid of them the very same. They follow the ruined slacks on the floor.

“Amore mia,” Constantine drawls my name in a way so sensual I could orgasm at this very second. It should be a crime for how well he wields his mouth. He then quirks a brow with a smirk. “Is this retribution for ruining all of your lingerie?”

I raise a brow back. “And if it was?”

With his free hand flat on the expanse of my lower back he draws us close. Flesh to flesh. I feel his cock hard against my stomach. And it twitches when his lips brush against my ear to say, “I would say it’s a beautiful lie.”

He nips my earlobe and the sting of it sends a direct line to my pussy. I am so impossibly wet to the point where I should feel embarrassed.

“Hmm,” I hum against his throat, feeling the beautiful flutter of his pulse. Knowing how much I affect him does powerful things to me. “You know me so well.”

Taking my bottom lip between his teeth he bites down while simultaneously pressing his thumb hard against my clit. A sweet moan escapes me and I feel his smile.

Releasing my bit lip he salves it with his tongue before proclaiming, “I know you better than yourself.”

There was a time before, a time where I had not accepted myself that I would’ve been outraged by his absolute conviction of a claim.

But he’s right.

Constantine has always known me. Even the darkest parts within myself I had denied.

He’s the only person who sees all of me and accepts me. Loves me.

And dio mio, I can’t think of anything more beautiful than that.

With my hand still holding the knife he guides my hand to his broadened haired chest. He orchestrates my hand to position the tip of the knife over his left pectoral muscle. Right over his heart.

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