Page 162 of A Beautiful Crime

My fingers roll my nipples before I harshly pinch them. The pain sends a jolt of pressure straight down to my clit. And with one final cry I come all over his face.

I chant his name as I ride out of my orgasm. He drinks me like I’m holy wine.

Sliding myself back down his body I find his chin decorated with my arousal. The sight so erotic of him being owned by me has me leaning down to kiss him. I taste myself on his tongue. Before he can take the lead I break away.

“You served me so well, Constantine. Do you think you earned a reward for being a good boy?”

His eager cock prods at my entrance. I tease him by only allowing the tip. A growl rips from the back of his throat. “And if I say yes?”

I pretend to contemplate. “Should I ask our men if you deserve to come?”

“Carina,” he warns as I feel his cock swell. He’s so close to an orgasm.

I turn my attention to them. Pietro appears entirely too enthusiastic for us to continue our sexapade. Gino tries to mask his desire but his mask is blown. There’s no hiding how this affects him. And Rico, well Rico isn’t even worth mentioning. Nothing we do will affect him. But the principle of having him witness is important.

“Do you think he deserves to come?” I ask them.

“Fuck,” Pietro groans out. “I’m about to come just watching you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Constantine hisses.

“Ignore him. His say holds no weight here.”

“Carina-”

I silence his mouth by slapping my hand over it. I then ask Gino, “Do you think he deserves to come?” He nods stiffly. I smile at him. I arch a brow at Rico. “And you?”

“I think Constantine deserves to be put out of his suffering. You’re just playing with him, Carina. Like a predator would their food.”

“It’s what he deserves.”

“Perhaps,” Rico agrees easily. “But you have proved your point, Carina. End this.”

I slide down an inch and his hands flex on my hips. “Maybe I haven’t proved it enough.” My hands come to collar his throat once again. “I want to hear you beg. I want our men to hear you beg for my forgiveness. You bow yourself to no one. I want it to be known that you bow yourself to me.”

His eyes search mine. “This is what you want?”

I apply pressure around his neck. His pulse jumps beneath my fingers. “I more than want it. I need it.”

“Then please, Carina, mia leonessa , amore mia , please forgive me for the sins I have committed against you. Please allow me the chance of repentance by worshipping every inch of your skin. Please forgive me for having a silent tongue when I should have confessed long ago. And please allow me to fill up this needy and wet cunt to remind you of who exactly you belong to.”

And the King has bowed down before his Queen.

In one swift motion I slide down on his cock all the way. I feel his impressive girth stretch my walls as his length hits that magical spot which causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“Dio mio.Fuck,” he curses on a throaty groan. “Carina, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” he begs so prettily.

I lean down, pushing his cock further inside me, stretching me so deliciously, and cause him to grasp at the threads of his sanity. “I’ll fuck you, Constantine.” I promise him with a soft kiss. Angling my head towards our men with our lips still touching I say, “You can fuck yourselves, too.”

Constantine’s hand snaps up and closes around my throat in a vise grip. I lick my lips in response. There’s something about his ruthlessness that spikes my blood. “If any of you whip your cocks out to the sight of my soon to be wife I will castrate you.”

“You’re not playing nice,” I chastise him.

“Fuck playing nice. I’ve been playing your game since the moment you walked in this office. You’re still mine, Carina. Now fuck me like you hate me.”

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