Page 149 of A Beautiful Crime

I respond breathlessly, “You do.”

Lowering his head he hums agreeably against my clit. The vibrations send a signal to fray all my nerve endings. “And what is my name?”

The power dynamic has shifted between us but I am too consumed by pleasure to give a damn. “Constantine.”

He slaps my clit and I cry out. “My. Name,” he demands.

“Constantine Donati.”

He kisses my clit in reward. Soothing the tender nub with his skillful tongue. “And who am I to you, Carina?”

Constantine is more than just one thing. He was once upon a time my enemy until he became the man who awoke me. He is the only person who sees me. My lover. My fiancé. My heart and soul.

And so, there is only one word to describe who Constantine is to me. “Everything.”

His eyes flash with renewed hunger. But there is more glittering in those whisky eyes of his. Possession. And a deeply profound mad and crazed love.

With his eyes steady on mine he rises from his position on the floor. Undoing his slacks he then steps out of them. His beautiful and angry cock is at perfect height with my lips. A pearl of pre-cum decorates the tip. And I have this maddening urge to suck him clean.

Seeing the look in my eyes he picks me up from the chair with one arm hooked around me. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him.

With one arm wrapped around me he frees his desk of all its contents with the other.

Can he possibly become any sexier?

“You’ll be the death of me, Carina,” he says so reverently. His expression is soft and admiring. He traces his nose along my cheekbone and the curve of my jaw before stopping at my neck. He then sinks his teeth in my skin. The bite of pain is welcomed as heat floods to my core. “But not before I fuck you nice and hard on this desk like you promised me.”

As my back meets the cold surface of the desk he thrusts all the way inside me. Stuffing me with his cock to the point of pain but hitting my sweet spot to ensure pleasure.

And he proceeds to make good on my promise by fucking me into oblivion.

CHAPTER 32

Constantine

I’m finding it incredibly difficult to sit in front of a man who Carina has a great fondness and affection for. The irrational green eyed beast in me wants to tear him apart like ribbons. Reach inside his chest, hold his bloody heart in my hands, and crush it beneath my feet.

Yet I refrain.

Because this man has bestowed upon my love his own affections and tenderness of which she was wrongly deprived of from her own family.

So, as much as I would love to be the only man in this world, the only person in this world Carina cares for I won’t be killing him today. Or in the near future.

Giuseppe lives to see another day.

But you wouldn’t think so given how stiffly he sits in the chair before me. You would think he’s sitting on a bed of nails rather than the deep plush and lush crushed onyx velvet chair.

“You can relax, Giuseppe,” I tell him easily but he remains tense. “You weren’t brought here to be led to slaughter.”

He remains unwavering in his stance. I suppose I can’t fault the old man. I am known to not be merciful. “I was told I couldsee Carina. That’s why I am here. It’s the only reason why I am here.” Fierce. Protective. Loyal.

I hate to admit it but I admire the man.

Not only does he have the gull to stand up to me, he does it without fear.

And I am supposed to believe he is just a butler?

“You must know Carina is in the best of hands here,” I tell him and his eye twitches. My late father always told me it’s in the eyes. They are the window to the soul. They will tell you everything before the person can speak. And right now Giuseppe is screaming that he doesn’t believe me. Not that I expect him to.

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