Page 166 of A Beautiful Crime

He smirks devilishly. “I took the liberties of measuring you while you were asleep.”

I should be shocked. At the least I should feel violated. But I don’t. This is who Constantine is. A man who isn’t politically correct. One who sees the boundary lines and stares it in the eyes as he crosses them.

It has the opposite effect. The invasion of privacy while I’m asleep calls to the darkness inside me. And he knows it. Senses it.

“Does it turn you on?” He presses closer and I allow him. “Does it make you wet how I could fuck you while you’re asleep?” He gains another inch and my pussy pulses with need. “Are you wet now thinking about it?” He closes the distance and I’m lost to his seduction.

The pad of his finger traces the outline of my negligee. The softest touch and yet it awakens every molecule of my being with a violent scream.

He admires how my skin flushes as he sensually moves the pad of his finger across the line of fabric at my breasts. “I could even make it to where you wouldn’t even know until you woke the next morning with a mess of my come decorating your thighs and your cunt aching from taking my cock.”

My breath hitches as pleasure sluices through my veins. His smile is wolfish as the pad of his finger continues its trail downthe middle of my negligee and stops at the end. He lifts the negligee to reveal the evidence of my arousal. His eyes flare at the sight.

“Such a depraved woman you are, Carina.”

I reply breathlessly, “I must be to want you so desperately.”

“You most certainly are the most depraved creature on this planet to want me. But I’ll let you in on a little secret, mia leonessa , I am just as depraved for you as you are for me.” He lifts the material of my negligee to expose my arousal. Then without preamble he cups my pussy with his thumb pressing down on my clit.

My hand comes to find purchase on his shirt before I fist the material in my hand. The fabric strains over his chest as the buttons beg to be ruined.

“Constantine.”

He smiles against my mouth. A moan of pure appreciation and bliss rumbling from his chest. “My name on your lips will forever be my undoing.”

Those butterflies I once loathed returned to my stomach. Fluttering wildly. “Your obsession is showing, mi cuore.” I palm his face and he nuzzles into my hand. The prickles of his trimmed beard have me wanting to feel them between my thighs.

Pressing an opened mouth kiss to my palm he responds, “And so is your desire.”

With his arm he hooks me in by the waist and presses me against him. I can feel his erection straining against his slacks. “I need to pick out a dress,” I say in an attempt to rein in the lustrous beast. But the protest is weak to my own ears.

“Then pick one out.”

I raise a brow. “With you here?” He nods his head while his hand palms my ass. He squeezes the meaty flesh in his hand before digging his fingers in. I hiss through the sweet pain.“Don’t you believe in the wise tale that seeing the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding is bad luck?”

“Well, I’ve already claimed your virginity before we wed, might as well continue committing sacrilegious acts. I am known as the devil, am I not?”

I roll my eyes at his antics and yet a smile plays on my lips. “You are truly incorrigible.”

He chuckles, a light and airy sound. “And yet you still fell madly in love with me.”

Placing my hand over his heart my eyes shine brightly as I say reverently, “Loving you was never a choice, Constantine. It was inevitable.”

His eyes alight with a softness only I will ever bear witness to. Tenderly, he places his hand over my own. “The sole purpose I was born for was to be yours.”

My heart gallops as warmth encompasses me. “Not to be heir?”

He gives a small shake of his head, his eyes never leaving mine. Taking my hand he brings it to his lips and reverently brushes his lips across my knuckles. “Only ever yours.”

His love creates a light within me, one I was so desperately searching for when I had thought I was nothing but darkness.

Tears brim at my eyes. As one manages to make its escape he captures it with his thumb. He brings the pad of his thumb to his mouth and tastes my tears before licking the stain on my cheek.

“These are the only tears I will accept, amore mia . Tears of happiness,” he licks the left side of my cheek as a few more make their descent. “Tears of pleasure,” he licks the right side of my face. “And tears from you gagging around my cock.” This lick is more sensual as it swipes along the bottom of my lip.

“Now,” he begins in a sultry tone that has my blood burning for him, “pick out a dress so I can see which one I will be ruiningon our wedding night.” Before I can offer a reply he spins me by my hips and places me before the dresses.

In truth I’m not quite sure I can even pick one. Not when my focus belongs to him. And I’m starting to believe finding the right one doesn’t matter. Any of these dresses will do. The only thing that matters is the man behind me saying I do.

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