Page 60 of A Beautiful Crime

But how can one play with the Devil and win?

Boldly, his finger begins to trace the outline of my lips. My heart lurches to my throat as an intense heat simmers in my lower abdomen. As his finger descends, tracing my bottom lip,my mouth slightly parts. I have the sudden urge to flick my tongue and taste his skin.

Would he be bitter or sweet?

Something tells me it’s more of the latter. Sweet enough to cause a toothache and leave you begging for more.

His pupils dilate as he inhales a sharp breath.

“Will these lips tell me the truth?” He asks in a voice that has dropped an octave. He then raises a brow. “Or,” his finger trails away from my lips and I immediately ache from the loss. I suppress the whimper of protest wanting to be heard. His finger creates its own path along my jaw and down the column of my throat before his hand wraps around my throat.

He’s cautious of the marks but there is no denying the power behind his touch.

Unlike when Luca had his hand wrapped around my throat with the intent to punish, Constantine has his hand collared around mine with the intent to claim.

And my god, does my body desperately want to be claimed by him.

“Or will the truth remain here,” he gives a gentle squeeze around my throat, his fingers pressing against my pulse point, “unwilling to be set free?”

The blood rushing in my veins sings for him. My heart pounds against the cavity of my ribs with a need. Under his gaze, his lust filled and dominant gaze, my body responds to him in the most carnal way.

Between us the air is heady and thick with desire.

And I’m lost in it.

I’m lost in him.

An agitated clearing of a throat breaks the spell between us. “This isn’t appropriate,” Luca disapproves stiffly.

Constantine’s eyes harden but he remains where he stands.

No one orders a King.

His voice is dark and low, only loud enough for my ears to hear, “Shall I kill him now and lay him before your feet, or shall I wait for my Queen to rise and kill him herself?”

CHAPTER 11

Constantine

She inhales sharply.

One would believe from the sharp inhale of breath that she is opposed entirely to my offer.

But that isn’t quite the truth.

How can it be when her eyes sparkle, reminiscent of an emerald jewel presented under brilliant lights.

The darkness in her eyes has finally come to dance with sin and shine with mischief.

This is the woman who is meant to be my Queen. A woman who isn’t afraid nor repulsed by the darkness that lives inside her. This is a woman who allows her darkness to thrive.

Dio mio, what a beautiful fucking sight it is to behold. One that should be captured to be seen for an eternity and stand the test of time.

My cock hardens.

Briefly I close my eyes to regain the control I can feel slipping through my fingers.

As I do I feel it slipping further. It’s impossible not to imagine the feel of her wet cunt wrapped tightly around my cock.

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