Page 163 of A Beautiful Crime

My eyes gleam. “With pleasure.”

I set a wild and crazed pace as I bounce up and down on his cock. His hands grasping my hips try to control the maddening fast movement but he fails. If I’m going to fuck him like I hate him I’m certainly not worried about how this feels for him. This is for me.

When he reaches that sweet spot inside me I begin to grind down against him. Knowing I’m close to another orgasm he starts paying attention to my clit. My hands tighten around his throat. I can only imagine the mark I’ll be leaving behind. But I do know it’s one he will wear with pride.

Warmth pools in my lower abdomen and the heated gaze of Pietro and Gino sparks a fire within me. When I hear them both groan with satisfaction at the sight of us I combust.

The powerful weight of the orgasm has my body lax and pliable. My mind has been transported to another atmosphere. I’m lost to the pain and pleasure. Drowning in the waters of coital bliss without seeking for air.

Which is why I don’t protest as Constantine takes control. I proved my point. I owned him in front of our men. They witnessed the all powerful Constantine Donati be a good little submissive. And he suffered the punishment of having other men, especially men under his rule, men he trusts, not only see me naked but bare witness to the sounds and sight of me in the throes of passion.

I took the power from him and made him choke on it.

And so a lazy smile held with victory slashes across my face as his harsh grip bites into my skin to place me in a new position. My legs spread nice and wide easily as he kicks them apart. My body sings as it feels the delicious weight of his slicked skin body press against my back. And my blood turns molten as he bites down on my shoulder.

“Hold onto the edge of the desk, amore. I’m about to fuck you like the dirty whore you are. Your cunt is going to be swollen andbruised by the time I’m done with you.” There’s a darkness in his voice that calls to me. Reaches the fantasies I’ve kept locked and hidden away.

“You promise?”

“Carina, Carina,” he croons darkly. “You’re going to scream for me as I tear you in fucking two.”

He spears his cock in one hard brutal thrust. A promising scream already breaking from my lips. His hand fists my hair and by the way he pulls it causes my back to arch and for my ass to jut upwards.

I’m not even able to catch a breath before he starts fucking me like a beast. My walls flutter around him even as the pain begins to take the forefront.

My scalp stings, my cunt feels as if it’s being torn to two and my clit is so sensitive that I can’t help but scream with his every thrust.

“You like this don’t you? Being my filthy fucking slut that I can use.” Despite the brutality of his fucking the degrading causes me to become wet. He laughs darkly. “Look at my fuck toy drenching my cock.”

I mumble incoherently. My mind is too far gone. All I am is a vessel for his pleasure.

Untangling his hand from my hair he pins me down by the back of my neck. His fingers perfectly positioned at my pulse point. He applies enough pressure to feel my pulse race.

“I want you gasping for air, Carina. I want you breathless. Just like I am every time I look at you.”

I take one final drag of air before he cuts my air supply. And everything feels heightened. My eyes water as he keeps hitting that spot inside me. My walls squeeze around him every time he thrusts back into me. He feels bigger now. Too big. Almost as if I can’t take all of him when I know that I am.

My clit throbs. My nipples ache. My pussy is deliciously sore. And there’s a current of electricity running through my veins causing all my nerves to short circuit.

Maybe this is the true point of no return. The moment where I lose myself to the madness. Maybe this is where I die and become the woman I’ve always meant to become.

And just as I fight for breath, when I am on the razor edge of blacking out, I am also on the precipice of the hardest orgasm of my life.

I feel him lean over me. His slick skin covering my own. And somehow it isn’t close enough. He bites down on my ear before he proclaims, “Your every breath is mine. I can take it just as easily as I can give it. Now breathe for me, Carina. Breathe and let yourself fucking shatter.”

Simultaneously he gives one final thrust as he opens my airway. I let out a guttural scream that sounds hoarse as the orgasm hits me like a tsunami. Constantine rides out the catastrophic waves. Following with shallow thrusts as he fills me. I can feel his come leaking from my pussy. The warm sticky wetness trailing down my thighs.

Tears fall down my face. It doesn’t even register to me that I’m crying.

“Leave us. Now,” Constantine orders in an authoritative tone. I distinctly hear the sounds of footsteps retrieving before the faint click of the door.

The cry turns to a sob. There’s a great pressure that sits upon my chest and I can’t lift it. There’s a fissure in my heart that I can’t mend.

As Constantine eases out of me I feel the pain greater. A sob wracks my entire frame. Shaking me to my very core.

I hear him curse under his breath before he collects me in his arms tenderly.

We move then. His mouth stays glued to the top of my head as he makes his way to his destination. With how secure I am in his arms I don’t feel the urgency in his steps.

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