Chapter 10 #2
What the fuck am I going to do with this asshole if he’s stalking me? He’s going to get himself killed if anyone from my gang catches him. Then I ask myself again, why the hell do I care?
Constantine doesn’t take his eyes off my face, giving me this look. What look? I want to say it’s adoration? Nah, it can’t be. He should be afraid.
“What are you doing here, little murderer?”
That triggers him, as I had intended to do. His thick brows slam down, and he grips my arm tighter, digging his blunt nails into my skin and muscle.
“I’m not a murderer!” he hisses quietly, before his eyes start to water.
Well, shit. My batty little bird really does believe he’s a good person, which only confirms he wasn’t lying the other night after all.
I ease my arm off his throat, and I rest it over his head on the tiles to cage him in. “Why are you here?” I ask again.
Constantine licks his lips in response, and my eyes ping onto them. They’re full and pink underneath his beard and mustache. My breath catches when his hands land on my hips. His fingers are tentative, but he definitely wants to touch me. They tickle my heated skin. Is he here because he… wants me?
“Are you attracted to me, little bird?”
He licks his lips again and slowly nods. “We belong together. No one’s ever seen me before. I was meant to find you. Just… not how I expected.”
A bead of sweat drips from my temple and down to my jaw. My body is covered in a sheen of wetness, and now I’m sweating more being near him, and especially from standing inside the damp shower stall.
I don’t know what fucking possesses me when I graze his bottom lip with the thumb of my free hand. His breath hitches, and his lips part. Those blue eyes of his suddenly turn black—such a small action to get such a huge response.
“We’re meant to be. You’re the only person who’s been… kind to me. I really like your black eyes and hair. You’re really beautiful.”
I shouldn’t be encouraging him. I should be kicking him out. Instead of backing away, I press my thumb to his lips and pry his mouth apart. He easily opens for me, and I slip my digit into his mouth to shut him up, but we both know it’s more than that.
Constantine’s eyes slowly slide shut, and he begins to suckle it, making me instantly hard. His smooth, wet tongue is pressed firmly on the pad of my thumb, pulling it deeper into his mouth.
Holy fuck. Why is that so hot? Why am I so damn hard suddenly?
“Shut up,” I whisper when I lean in close to his ear, but there’s no bite to my words. A small whimper escapes him as he continues to suck on my thumb, and his fingers dig into my hips.
What the hell am I doing with this little serial killer? At six-foot-two, I stand at least six inches taller than Constantine. And he’s giving off big bottom vibes. I try not to think about pounding into this ass, but my mind tells me to fuck off and goes there anyway.
Suddenly, I yank out my thumb, and before he can react, I flip Constantine around until he’s pressed up against the wall, his hands splayed on the tiles on either side of his head.
He doesn’t cry out or fight me at all. I press my upper body against his and rest my palm on his ass.
“Do you like girls or guys, little bird?”
“Yes.”
I snort a laugh and brush my nose against the shell of his ear. I like how his body trembles against me. “Which one?”
“Both… I think. I-I really just like you.”
A small smile forms on my face and turns crooked. I press my nose to the side of his neck and inhale hints of cheap body wash, like that fake ocean shit. “Have you ever been with a man?”
He shakes his head.
“Have you ever been with a woman?”
He shakes his head again.
“Interesting. A little virgin…” I almost call him a serial killer again, but I hold back.
I don’t want him upset because I like this submissive side of him so much better.
He’s so malleable. He’s clay in my hands.
I can’t begin to explain how much that turns me on.
Then I press my cock against his ass so he can feel how hard I am.
“Is this what you want? Do you want me? Do you want this cock in your little virgin hole?”
Constantine mewls like a little kitten and quickly nods, so eager to give in to me. This could be fucking fun.
“Are you hard for me, too?” I ask him.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“God, please…”
I reach around to his front and cup his cock and balls. And that’s all it takes. A warm wetness spreads and soaks through his cargo pants. “Did you just come by me simply touching you?”
His head drops, and he nods as redness spreads from his face to his ears and down his neck.
“I’ve never done that before. I’m just so…”
“That’s so fucking hot.”
He rolls his head to look at me. “It is?”
“Very.”
Constantine’s extreme insecurity should be a turnoff, but it’s not. It’s like I want to prove to him in some weird way that he’s sexy as fuck.
“Have you even been kissed, little bird?”
“Once,” he whispers.
“Hmmm, I should kill them for daring to touch you.” I wouldn’t really, but I’m having way too much fun teasing him.
Not that this shit isn’t turning me the hell on, because it is.
I’m horny as hell. Nothing gets me all hot and bothered more than a responsive bottom.
And the fact that he’s been barely touched by anyone sends a thrill up my spine.
Constantine has been soiled by abuse and blood, but he’s pristine in all other ways.
It’s fucking alluring. It’s fucking addicting.
And here I called him crazy when I’m being just as nutty. I have no business being turned on by him, but I am. I can see myself fucking his virgin hole as he cries out and begs for more. He’d do anything for me, I bet. All sorts of salacious visuals fill my mind.
“Do you like me calling you ‘little bird’?” I ask before nipping his earlobe, which promptly pulls out another whimper from him.
“Y-yes.”
I step away from him, rubbing my cock as I stare at his back, his front still clinging to the wall.
“Turn around,” I order.
He does exactly as he’s told with no hesitation at all. I look down between his legs to see the dark spot of wetness there, but he’ll be able to cover it up easily with his coat.
His stare lands on my hand as I rub myself. I spread the fabric tightly over my cock so he can see how big it is, He groans and cups his own junk. He’s probably not hard again, but I have no doubt his body is trying.
“Do you want this?”
He licks his lips, and his eyes are still on my hand as I rub myself. “So much.”
As fun as this is, I’ve got to get back to training, or else Sal will have to come hunt me down. If he finds me in here, he’ll give me a serious beatdown.
I drop my hand and step up close to him. “This is a bad idea.”
Constantine stands straight, chin held high as if he has a sudden burst of confidence. “We belong together,” he tells me again.
“Do we now?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll see.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
With that, he covers his wet spot with his coat and storms off, leaving me smiling like a loon. Oh, that was way too much fun. The power I held over him, a fucking killer… Yeah, that was better than any drug. And I have to admit, I definitely have an attraction to him. He calls to my base nature.
Not only that, he’s been a perfect distraction from the loss of Enrique.