Page 146 of A Beautiful Crime
Free of the men who thought they could control me.
Free from the fear and the pain.
A life with Constantine is the promise of freedom, power and seduction.
And now that I’ve had a taste it’s a life I don’t want to be without.
And I do not want to be without him.
Rising from the chair he settles me on the desk with ease. I always feel as if I weigh a feather when I know I most certainly do not. He spreads my legs wide and stands before them.
Opening the box a light shines within. It illuminates the beauty of the fancy red diamond. One of the rarest diamonds in the world. It sits on its own. An oval shape. And at my guess a three carat diamond.
“It’s stunning.” I admire in a hushed tone.
Constantine hums in agreement. Plucking the ring from the box he holds it between his thumb and pointer finger. “It was my mother’s.”
“Constantine I can’t-”
His eyes flash with power and dominance. “Yes you can. And you will.” Without even asking for my hand he takes it. Then without a single word he slips the ring on my ring finger. As he pushes it past the knuckle it then settles to prove a perfect fit. The fancy red diamond demands to be seen. No modesty in sight. A ring meant for a Queen.
I admire the ring as I feel his eyes admiring me.
Tipping my chin with his knuckle he says to me, “I always give you a choice, amore mia, but deciding to marry me is a choice I will not give you.” A smile plays on my lips. His thumb brushes along my lower lip before continuing. “No is not an option. And divorcing me isn’t one either. You’re bound to me, Carina. In every way.” And it’s his possessiveness that has me craving him like an addict does their drug. This side of him, more predator than man, is my very own aphrodisiac.
My fingers toy with the collar of his shirt before they tangle in a fist at the ends of his hair. He hisses as I tug in the strands. But I feel him hard and heavy against me.
Arching my back I press myself against him. Hard muscle against my soft supple skin. The coarseness of his chest hair stimulates my hardened nipples. Angling his head down I nip at his jaw before soothing it with the flat of my tongue. His hands squeeze my hips, fingers embedding themselves.
With my teeth I pry his mouth open. The scent of us still lingers. And it should be wrong but nothing has ever felt so right. “You’re not the only one who is possessive, Constantine,” I warn him in a seductive voice. “You are bound to me.” A smile of his own plays on his lips as his eyes darken with molten desire. “In every way,” I echo and his smile turns to one of pride. His fingers move from my hips to knead the flesh of my thighs. “There will be no one else but me. Even in death.”
I nip his bottom lip and the taste of metallic bursts on my tongue. “Carina, amore mia. The day my eyes are to ever wander I want you to place a bullet between them.”
This. This is why there will never be another man for me.
Him and I are meant to be.
Gripping his jaw I kiss him with a passion that asserts dominance. And the most beautiful thing about Constantine? He submits. And he submits so beautifully.
Pulling on the strands of his hair I force his head back. He groans in displeasure the second his lips part from mine.
“I want you on your knees.” And just like that the sound of displeasure transforms to one of anticipation.
This man lives to please me.
And I love him all the more for it.
“Demand it, mia leonessa,” he purrs. “Demand me and I’ll do anything you say.”
Power fills me like a drug. Bending my leg between us I place my foot on the center of his chest. Then I slowly push him back until my leg straightens. Once the distance is created I raise my leg higher and place my foot on his shoulder. With the pressure of my foot I force him to his knees.
I can see his erection straining against his slacks. I assume it must be painful. But I’m in the mood to torture him just a bit. He’ll have to wait to relieve that ache.
“You are to stay on your knees until I say otherwise,” I tell him.
His pupils swallow his eyes whole. A darkness of lust and desire consuming him. His tongue peaks out to lick his bottom lip. I know all the wickedly great things that tongue is capable of.
“And should I be a good boy and do as you say or earn myself a punishment by being naughty?” Words alone should not be powerful enough to cause an orgasm.
