Page 140 of A Beautiful Crime

Carina softly murmurs with her eyes rapt with fascination and amusement between the two of them. “Is it always like this with these two?”

“If you can imagine, much worse. Pietro is like a dog with a bone who can’t let go. And Rico, well Rico can’t quite grasp the fact that he is the bone.” Carina softly giggles and I can’t find myself to look away from her. Such beauty in one human being shouldn’t be possible. And yet here she stands. And she’s mine.

Feeling my eyes on her she gazes up at me from her long dark lashes. Eyes so pure yet also possess such depravity capture mine.

This is how a man who holds as much power as I do dies. Because everything else simply ceases to exist when I am captured by those mesmerizing emeralds.

Her lips pull a shy smile as she says, “You’re staring.”

I run a knuckle along the apple of her cheek and she shivers in delight. I place my knuckle under her chin to keep her head tilted upwards. “You are a work of divine beauty, amore mia. It would be a crime if I did not appreciate you with my eyes.”

“And so the tales are true,” she muses. I raise a brow in question. Her hand presses over the marking we carved together. And it should be impossible considering how we just had ravaged one another three times since I’ve called for this meeting. I simply couldn’t control myself in the shower. I saw the rivets of water cascading down her body and I envied those damn droplets for being able to caress her skin.

So, I had her hard and fast against the shower wall.

She hasn’t complained, but I can only assume how sore she must be. Sex to my beautiful queen is still new.

Which is why before we entered the office I commanded her to take two ibuprofen. She had given me a faux glare but obeyed my command nonetheless.

As much as Carina loves to fight me she loves giving in to me more. There’s power and freedom with submission.

“The Devil is the world's best charmer,” she cheekily says.

Holding eye contact I take her hand and brush my lips reverently over her knuckles. “Are you saying I’m charming, Carina?”

She rolls her eyes. I fight the urge to hike up her dress, take her over my knee and redden that ass. As if she can read my mind she smiles wickedly. My little vixen. “You know you are. I can’t have your head getting too big, Constantine.”

My lips twitch. “Which one?”

“Constantine,” she chastises me but the carefree smile on her face says otherwise. And I will do anything to keep those smiles.

Carina has blossomed before me. A beautiful rose with deadly thorns. And she will be the most feared woman alive when she becomes my wife.

The urge is maddening. To whisk her away at this very second to the courthouse and make her mine.

But Carina deserves far more than a haste wedding.

And I selfishly want to see my bewitching enchanting fiancé walk down the aisle in the most luxurious elegant white gown and take my hand before hundreds of people.

The possessive man that I am needs all eyes upon us to witness she is mine in every way. I want them to hear as she vows, I do. I want every sorry fucker on this planet to weep with envy when I seal the kiss claiming her as mine.

Which reminds me, when this meeting is over I have something in a certain small box waiting impatiently in my locked desk drawer.

“While you two are bickering like husband and wife,” we all hear the slight agitation of Gino over the phone, who has been waiting on the line for quite some time now, “I’ve been on hold for nearly two hours.”

Ah, time slipped away from me while I was enjoying my favorite place to be; Carina’s tight and wet cunt.

Pietro’s laughter is boisterous. I can only imagine the daggers in Gino’s eyes. “Why didn’t you hang up?”

“Are you asking why I didn’t disrespect our Don by hanging up on him?” Gino’s tone is incredulous. Fear is a tool. And as much as I admire and respect my men, treat them as my blood, they must fear me. Without fear there is no leader. No order. They all must recognize their King, and gracefully bow before him. And now they will show the same respect to my very soon to be wife.

I raise a brow at Pietro, challenging him and he swallows. “No, no, no. I was only joking, Constantine. I swear.” He holds his hands up in surrender, eyes waiving their white flag.

“At ease, Pietro.” I assure with an easy grin. While I enjoy his fear of what I may do I need him to focus on the intel Ginois about to provide us. Fear tends to override everything. I can’t have that.

Pietro nods his head and sobers up. Flicking the switch from golden retriever to obedient Rottweiler.

“Gino,” I address him in my authoritative tone, “I would like to officially greet you to Carina.”

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