28. Konstantin
28
KONSTANTIN
Her parents make no attempt to stop us as we leave the booth. A waiter sees us pass by and gives us a confused stare. I don’t slow down. I walk so fast that Emily has to jog to keep up.
How could two monsters like them have raised the woman I love?
The conversation plays back in my mind like a broken record, from the way Emily’s mother spoke so cruelly about Olivia to the way she gushed over my suit. And then there’s her father. He’s as shallow as she is, and boot-licker too.
“Konstantin,” Emily says, “slow down!”
I push the front doors open wide. I have to get away from them before I do something I’ll regret. The muggy summer evening air sinks across my skin.
I’m hot from anger, and now I’m being steamed from the outside too.
The valet sees me coming, his eyes bulging. I must look like a beast. “Here,” I say, shoving the ticket slip at him. He rushes to get my keys from his pile then trips over himself to sprint to the parking garage .
I turn to Emily. She stares up at me, her lips parted as she catches her breath. There’s … something in her eyes. Is she upset with me? Did I act too irrationally by leaving the way I did?
“I’m sorry,” I say, “but I couldn’t sit at that table for another second. If you want me to go back and apologize, I will.”
“Apologize?” she laughs. On tiptoe, she grips my face, kissing me so hard it hurts. For what? For saying what both of us have wanted to say?”
Some of the pain in my chest is alleviated by learning she’s not angry with me. “I meant what I said by the way, about how wonderful and special you are. In spite of them, not because of them.”
“It’s not what you said about me,” she says. “But the fact that you stood up for Olivia with me. My God, Konstantin. I’m so happy that I can puke right now. That was amazing. Thank you.”
She throws her arms around my neck, laughing and hugging me. When we part, I take her hands in mine.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you, too,” she says immediately.
“I don’t know what I did right in a past life to deserve you in this.” I cup her face so that I might look more closely at the woman I love.
Her eyes shine in the lights from the lampposts around us. In the distance, cars are honking. I hear and see nothing but her.
“Excuse me, sir!” the valet shouts, jumping up beside us. “Your car is ready!”
Emily releases my hands and steps back. The sensation of her touch vanishing leaves me wanting.
“Thank you,” I say stiffly, taking the keys and passing the man a fat tip. He grins at the money.
Opening the passenger door for Emily, I climb inside and start the engine.
Her voice is quiet, but it is laced with power. “Find a spot where no one can see us. Now.”
“What?” I ask.
She focuses on me, her jaw set hard. The centers of her eyes are burning. Unless I’m crazy, she looks like she wants me. Her hand moves down to my thigh to rest there. I press the pedal, driving as fast as I dare down the packed streets until I find a skinny alley. The city isn’t gone, but with the brick walls around us, we’re invisible to wandering eyes.
I’ve barely cut the engine before she jumps on me, kissing me impatiently. I lean over the middle console until she’s under me in her seat. “Konstantin,” she moans. I nip her tongue, tugging at her upper lip gently, exploring her mouth. Just the act of kissing is making my cock fully erect.
I kiss her until we’re both gasping for air, then I keep going. My head swims—she’s overwhelming all of my senses. I can’t get enough of Emily. I almost lost her. The car isn’t spacious enough; I keep bumping the glove box behind me. Reaching down beneath her seat, I grab the lever, sliding her seat back. Now I can kneel between her knees.
I’m level with her chest. Nuzzling her throat, I taste the exposed skin, the edges of her breasts tickling my cheeks. That sensation … like the cypress leavesfalling across us in that grove of trees.
“Careful,” Emily cautions me when I tug at the dress. “I don’t want you to keep ripping my dresses.”
“I’ll buy you more,” I tell her.
But when she gives me a pointed look, I reach under her right arm, tilting her elbow up. Little goose bumps lift on her skin when I touch the sensitive part of her arm. There’s a small zipper on the dress just above her ribs. I tug it, exposing her ivory skin inch by inch.
Emily grips my tie by the knot, yanking me upward to kiss me again. She’s never been this insistent with me, almost aggressive. It’s turning me on, my cock pressing into the front of my pants. I reach down to adjust myself and instead get caught up in the hem of her gown.
“Sorry,” she chuckles, smoothing her dress and freeing me. “There’s not a lot of room in here.”
“I prefer it this way.”
“Why?” she asks.
“It lets me be as close to you as possible.”
The blush shows high on her cheeks. She yanks my tie, kissing me again. I break free, removing my tie, tossing it in the back seat. My jacket goes next. I peel the buttons of my dress shirt down my chest. She reclines, watching me with hungry eyes. Her obvious attraction has me thrilled. I’ve never felt more powerful than when she’s staring at me.
Shirtless now, I throw the bunched clothing out of the way. Emily eases the straps of her dress down her arms until the tops of her breasts are visible. Her nipples are already firm. They stick to the fabric for a moment, her breasts moving lusciously from the motion. My cock twitches. I bend down to kiss between her breasts, her whimper decadent in my ears.
I press her breasts together, turning my face to lick one of them, my tongue moving in a lazy circle. She gasps, her hips pressing into my stomach. With my weight on her, she can’t move; she can do nothing but endure the patient way I play with her tits.
I lick my thumb, twisting her other nipple until she squirms. Her pussy’s delicious aroma is filling the car. “Konstantin,” she says huskily. “God, that feels so good. ”
I want her—no, I need her—to feel good. Emily has become everything to me. Once she was a tool in my plans, but now she’s much more.
She’s my soul mate.
I lift the bottom of her dress, pooling the fabric in her lap. Instantly I spread her legs to wedge myself in between. When I sink lower, she grabs at my shoulder.
“Wait,” she says, “I’m all sweaty.”
“And I haven’t eaten dinner yet.” I say seriously.
I give her a wicked look then push her thighs further apart. Her panties are a cute blue lace with small roses all over them. “I love everything about you, Kitty Cat. Everything.”
She stuffs her knuckle between her teeth, biting down. Her eyes sparkle with heat. She shimmies on the seat, eager for me to keep going. I take my time pulling her panties down; this moment needs reverence. I’m not much for praying, but between the altar of Emily’s thighs, I think this is the one place where I might actually believe in God.
Her pussy beckons to me, swollen and pink. Resting my hands on her knees, I bend close, inhaling her scent deeply. I growl, my cock swelling with arousal. The smell of her drives me mad with lust. Emily is my muse, my angel, my everything. Here, with my mouth on her pussy, I can show her how divine she really is.
She moans my name above while I lick her below. I line my tongue up with her slit, grinding up and down and tasting her sweet honey. I dig my tongue deeper, spreading her lips. She straddles my head with her thighs and moans louder, as if she’s miles high in the clouds. Emily is behind the gates to heaven. I’ll beg and grovel until she lets me inside.
She thought I was the devil, I remember. She admitted she was afraid of me and couldn’t tell me the truth about her fears. Domenico poisoned her mind. But in the end, she still chose me.
Some of that poison was put there by me. I’ll spend the rest of my life healing her and earning her love.
“Konstantin, oh my God, don’t stop,” she breathes. Her nails dig into my hair to push my face harder against her cunt. I flatten my tongue on her clit. Can she feel my taste buds? That’s how deep I am. Her frantic breathing fills the car. I glance up, noticing the windows are fogged up.
Her ass rises off the seat as she fights to get more of my tongue. I oblige; I’ll eat her out until my tongue cramps. I’m making out with her pussy, French kissing it. Just like normal kissing, I’m struggling to breathe and don’t fucking care.
My thumb finds her clit, petting it while I tongue her. Emily whimpers, rocking against me; her orgasm is close. “I love you,” I say, though it’s incomprehensible. She shouts, vibrating around me. A gush of her juice fills my mouth. I swallow it down, lapping for more, thirsty as if I’ve run a mile. We didn’t eat dinner … I’ll have to satiate my hunger with her.
Emily pants as her aftershocks fade away in little spasms. But when she eases her hands on my head, relaxing like I’m done, I roll my tongue on her clit again. “Konstantin?” she asks warily. “Hold on, I don’t know if I can—ah!” She arches into me, shouting in delight as her hypersensitive body experiences a new rush of pleasure.
She thought I was done? Not even close.
Emily brought me to my knees.
While I’m down here, I’ll subjugate myself to my last breath.