Page 139 of A Beautiful Crime

Eyes adoringly yet intense on mine he asks, “Trust me?”

“With my life.” He smiles. Those rare soft smiles that only I am gifted with. And that heart of mine he revived beats wildly.

As he presses the knife into his chest he thrusts inside me, hitting that sweet spot inside me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

His hand squeezes my hip as he orders, “Eyes on me, amore mia. I want those beautiful jewels open as you mark me.” Obeying his command, my eyes fly open. “Watch, Carina.”

And then he does the unthinkable, he begins to guide my hand to carve into his chest. Blood pools. My pussy clenches. He hisses, eyes bright and feral. “I knew you would love this. Your sweet cunt is squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”

He pulls halfway out and as he begins to carve his skin again, he slams back in. I make a sound I’ve never heard before.

He keeps this slow pace with brutal thrusts as he continues the ministration of my hand. His blood runs down his chest, over his abs, and joins our sex. At one point it even coats his cock as he pulls out before he drives back into me.

It’s sick, vile, and disturbed but I have never been more aroused.

“Look at you soaking my cock like the deviant I know you are. You love this, don’t you mia leonessa. You love being as depraved as I am.” He swivels his hips as he’s seated all the way inside me. And it hits a more glorious spot than the one I thought was my sweetest. I feel impossibly full. My pussy is already sore and yet I clench around him. “This cunt was made for me.” He swivels his hips again and I cry out. His free hand travels from my hip to my ass. His palm caresses my check before his thumb circles around my puckered hole. “You weremade for me.” He pulls out to his tip and when he slams back inside his thumb presses into my ass. “Every god damn fucking inch of you.”

“Constantine,” I whimper. I’ve never felt so full. It’s overwhelming. All of the sensations.

He groans in satisfaction. With the final carving he discards the knife. And through the macabre sight of blood I see what we’ve done.

Tears pull in my eyes as my breath hitches. There on his chest in the most primal barbaric way is my name carved in his chest over his heart. “Constantine.”

“You own me, Carina.” His voice is gruff, heavy. “You’ve owned me since the very moment I laid my eyes upon you. I’m forever yours. And I will bow down before you and become your humble servant.” He places my hand over the marking and his hand rests on top of mine. “This is more powerful than any oath. And with this marking I will make sure you are seen as more than just my Queen. You will be seen as more powerful than me. You will be feared. Respected. Everyone will bend at your will. This, I will do more than promise you.”

Uncaring of the blood I frame his face tenderly in the palms of my hands. He rests his forehead on mine, bringing us that much closer. “Mio cuore, I love you.”

He makes a strangled sound in his throat. I feel his cock swell inside me. “My Carina, I love you.”

And what started as a slow hard fuck turns to a tender sensuous lovemaking with both of us falling apart in each others arms.

CHAPTER 30

Constantine

“Your hair is wet.” Rico observes out loud in his monotonous tone. His eyes shift to Carina who stands proudly by my side with her hand rightfully in mine. “So is yours.” Her cheeks flush. As naughty and bold as she is with me during sex she’s still so innocent.

I chuckle, used to Rico’s behavior. I reply amused, “Si. It’s called a shower, Rico.”

Pietro, who sits on the edge of my desk toying with a cigarette between his lips, laughs.

“You called for a meeting and you both showered?” This must be the closest thing to bewilderment Rico has experienced.

Pietro playfully hits him on the arm causing Rico to focus those vacant unnerving eyes on him. Pietro nods his head towards Carina and I. “They had sex, Rico. That’s why they showered.”

And like a blushing bride on her wedding night Carina’s complexion reddens further as she presses closer to my side.

I am about to reprimand Pietro with his well-natured teasing regarding my fiancé when Rico responds, “I am very well aware of why they showered.” He flicks his wrist to look at the timeon his watch. Nothing luxurious as any Consigliere should be adorning, but rather a fairly cheap, incredibly old fashioned and weathered watch. If I didn’t know the man so closely I would assume it’s sentimental. A keepsake from his past. But Rico knows no sentimental value. “What I am not seeming to understand is why it couldn’t wait until after the meeting.”

Pietro snorts. “The sex part or the shower part?”

“Both. This meeting is important.”

Pietro laughs from deep in his chest, his body shaking with laughter as he even slaps his knee. “Have you ever heard of the heat of the moment?”

“Yes, and it doesn’t make sense. Emotions, even ones of desires, can be controlled.”

Pietro snickers, “Says the man who can’t feel.” Rico doesn’t react nor respond which only causes him to roll his eyes. Then, as if he’s had an epiphany he asks him wide eyed with curiosity, “Have you ever even had sex?”

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