Page 179 of A Beautiful Crime

“So devoted to me.”

He answers by claiming my mouth. And maybe I was wrong. Maybe a kiss like this is my favorite. A kiss so carnal and deep it feels as if he’s possessing me. One where I don’t have control over my body. Where I have no choice but to succumb to his seduction. Where the only thing that exists is him.

His hand makes way under my negligée. My skin burns from his touch. I ache to feel his hands everywhere, yet where I ache the most is between my thighs.

I shift restlessly against him. Needing him to soothe the ache I spread myself open by straddling him.

He accepts my invitation. His fingers part my lips, gather my arousal and circle around my engorged clit.

“Always so fucking wet,” he groans.

“Please,” I whimper. His thumb keeps circling at a slow pace. It’s torture. It’s bliss. “Constantine.”

“No.” He slaps my pussy and I almost jerk out of his embrace. “Who am I, Carina?”

I know the word he wants to hear. “Husband,” I breathe.

I feel his smirk against my lips. I’m awarded with three of his fingers sinking inside me. “Ride my fingers, wife. Make a mess of me.”

Needing no further instruction I set to do just that. I ride his fingers with a wild abandon. There’s no rhythm. Only a brutal pace that somehow isn’t enough.

“Husband,” I mewl as he curls his fingers inside me.

“Are you aching for my cock, wife? Does your pretty pussy need to be stretched?” Dio mio. His filthy mouth has me clamping around him.

“Yes.”

“Then take me out and use me.”

With eager fingers I work him out of his sweatpants. He places both of his hands on my hips as I guide him inside me. My mouth falls open on a silent scream as his cock fills me.

Hooking his fingers in my mouth he keeps my lips pried apart. “Your voice will never be silenced. Not even in the throes of passion. Now scream for me, wife. Scream for all to hear.”

And I do. My scream is so loud I fear I may break the opaque glass of the door. I use him for my own pleasure. Rolling my hips. Creating a pace that is both maddening and oh so delicious. My hands find their rightful place around his throat. I feel his cock swell when I squeeze his neck.

The pleasure and the pain. We both can’t get enough.

I feel the signs of my climax coming. The heat unfurls in my stomach. The pleasure that sends shivers down my spine. How my nipples ache and my pussy convulses. I’m so close to bliss that I can taste it.

A loud insisting knocking upon the door stops me. Constantine groans his frustration. Releasing my hips he frames my face. My focus returns to him. “Don’t pay attention to them. Pay attention to me. They can wait. Make yourself come, amore.”

It’s so easy to get swept up in his lust. Because the sound of the door has become lost to me. I stare in his pupil blown eyes as I chase my orgasm.

I move his hands from my face to cup my breasts. He molds them between his hands. Pinches my nipples to the point of pain. Soothes the ache with the flat of his tongue only for the pain to bite back with the nip of his teeth.

This time the knocks are followed by Pietro’s voice which sounds urgent. “Don, Donna Donati? I have news for you.”

“Give us a minute, Pietro,” Constantine bites out. He abandons my breasts to pay attention to my ass. He pries my cheeks apart as his thumb circles my rosette.

“I wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t important,” he insists.

Constantine sinks his thumb inside my ass while his cock hits the special spot inside me that has me seeing stars. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“What I’m doing is important,” he grunts. I don’t even know how he’s managing to carry a conversation. My mind has gone to another planet.

“But Don-”

“Fucking Christ, Pietro! What is it?” He asks as he ruts inside me.

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