26. Constantine
CHAPTER 26
Constantine
“ A shipment has been stolen at the ports,” Rico informs me as my mind reminisces to earlier this morning.
The way Carina owned her pleasure. How she took without caring of the consequences. Dominating me like I knew she was born to. The feel of her wet and warm virgin cunt snuggly wrapped around my cock. How her walls clenched hungrily around me. The smell of fucking cherries from her slick skin and those lips as sweet as wine.
I’ve never seen a vision more stunning. Never have I been more captivated than I was with her hands collared around my throat.
The beautiful flush of crimson painting her skin. Wanton moans like music to my ears. Hair, wild and loose cascading around her.
After ten years of celibacy it was a miracle I didn’t combust in less than a minute.
Call me obsessed, psychotic, but I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on her ten years ago there wouldn’t be anyone else.
And so there wasn’t.
Was I photographed with women from time to time? Took one of many to different events to give the illusion of a playboy billionaire who didn’t give a damn? Of course I had. But I never touched one of them. Was never even tempted to.
How could I possibly want anyone else when she was out there.
How could I give a part of myself, sex, to someone insignificant when she held my heart in her hands.
When I don’t hear Rico talking my gaze snaps to him. I arch a brow at him and he responds apathetically, “I don’t see the point in talking if one isn’t listening.”
Only Rico can say such a thing to me and still have his tongue. “I was listening.”
“My sincerest apologies,” he begins with none at all, “I meant when one isn’t paying attention.”
I hum in response. Can’t quite argue with the man when he isn’t wrong. Straightening my posture in my chair I then give him my undivided attention. I raise a cool brow. “You were saying?”
Dropping the manila folder on my desk the contents spill out. Found in the photographs are masked men who have stolen our recent shipment of guns from my new business partner, Tao Haung. Ten million dollars worth of unmarked guns and ammunition have been stolen.
And while the transaction has been successful with Tao, he had entrusted me with the shipment. The stolen shipment could lead to weaker men spilling secrets. My men would never talk. Any others would fucking squeal.
With Tao’s dislike towards The Fiore Famiglia known, his response to this loss of shipment won’t be received well.
If Carina didn’t want to kill him herself I would be tempted to unload a magazine into Luca’s head.
But I would never take that from her.
Luca is hers to kill.
I promised her.
As I scan over the photographs I ask, “Do we have evidence of this being Luca’s men?”
“The tattoo on the wrist of a soldier whose sleeve had been rolled up bared their crest.” My eyes find the wrist he is speaking of in the third photo. And there it is. The damning evidence once again of Luca interfering in my affairs.
It’s more than enough for war.
Except that is what Luca expects. And of everything my great late father has taught me is to retaliate with the unexpected.
A knock then happens at the door. Thinking it’s either Gino or Pietro I order brusquely, “Come in.”
Yet as soon as the doors open, my eyes still on the photographs, I can tell just by the change of air who has entered the office.
And my blood sings for her.
My heart finds its beat when I meet those exquisite emerald eyes.
I can never explain the reaction my body has when I see her. How my blood roars to life. My heart beating out of my chest to rest rightfully in the palm of her hands. The air charged with sparks causing my breathing pattern to change. All of my senses heightened to her.
Being in her presence is the most exhilarating I’ll ever feel and yet also the most calming.
While I marvel at the sight of her I find her doing the same with me.
It’s as if we are seeing each other for the first time.
And perhaps we are.
Before me is a new woman.
A woman who succumbed to her desires and darkness. A woman who now knows where she belongs. A queen. My queen.
And Carina Fiore is looking at me as her king. As the man she was always meant to be with. A man who isn’t evil. A man who didn’t cause her rebirth all those months ago. She’s looking at me as if I’ve been the missing piece in her life.
The door closes softly behind her. The sound causes her to snap out of our trance. “If this is not a good time-“ She begins but I silence her with a look.
Extending my hand I wait for her to take it. And it comes to a relief after so many times before, she no longer hesitates.
She glides across the room like she owns it. With confidence she never had before.
And as her hand closes in mine everything feels in its rightful place. My eyes soften when I gaze up at her. “You’re always welcome, mia leonessa.” And her gaze back at me? How her eyes soften back, it does me in. I brush a kiss across her knuckles and watch the flush bloom her skin. Still such an innocence to her. Patting my thigh with my free hand she accepts the gesture and sits on my lap.
The scent of cherries and lingering sex fills my nostrils. To hide my growing erection I grasp her hips and seat her on my cock. She stiffens before teasing me with a slight wiggle of her hips.
My vixen.
“Carina,” Rico says her name as his own form of hello.
I splay my left hand over her thigh. Her own comes to rest on top of mine.
A ring is missing from her finger. One should’ve already been placed there. I’ll fix that.
“Rico,” she greets back with a nod of her head. She then shifts her attention to the images decorating my desk. She picks up each one after staring at them intensely. Her hand keeps hold of the third photograph and her finger points at the tattooed crest. “These are soldiers of Luca.” I don’t miss the way her voice hardens when she says his name. And neither does Rico. “He sent soldiers to sabotage the port?”
Rico waits for the nod from me to speak freely. And I do. He nods back and then discloses the information. “Soldiers from your brother have stolen a shipment from Tao Haung. He-”
“The leader of The Triads,” she finishes. I’m surprised she knows who he is. Perhaps she wasn’t as sheltered as I thought she was. As if reading my mind Carina says, “I’ve eavesdropped outside of papa’s office from time to time. Learning little pieces of information as best as I could.” It strangely fills me with pride. My brave beautiful woman. “He had tried to gain a meeting with Tao but much to his chagrin never could.”
At full disclosure I tell her, “He’s not a fan of your father.”
At which she replies, “I don’t know of much who are.” She releases the image and turns her attention to me. Dio mio, I could stare in those eyes for the rest of my life and never get tired. “Are you going to kill him?”
“Your papa?” She nods her head. “Would it bother you if I did?” I already know the answer to this. I know how she truly feels. I just need her to say the words. To confirm what I know.
“No,” she breathes. Something settles in her eyes. There’s a certainty. “He stopped being my papa a long time ago. And he never proved himself to be one.” My heart aches for the little girl who couldn’t obtain the love and affection of her papa. At least in this dark and cruel world I had parents who loved me. They would’ve done anything to protect me.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
She shakes her head. Her eyes are fierce as she says darkly, “There’s only one man I want to kill.”
Snaking my hand from her hip, up her back, I then cup the back of her neck. I bring our faces close and I breathe in her intoxicating scent. “And you will.” I place a tender kiss on her open lips. Before it can deepen I reluctantly pull away. Lust glimmers in her eyes. It takes all of the control I have to not swipe everything off my desk and lay her on the wooden surface to feast upon the delicacy of her cunt only to then bend her over the desk and fuck her hard.
Remembering we have an audience of one I release the hold I have on her neck but keep her close. With that beautiful dazed expression I’ve come to love in her eyes she settles back against me. And there is no mistaking the erection I painfully have.
Her eyes then cut to Rico, who stares at us with complete boredom, before cutting back to me. “Are you declaring war?”
“No.”
Her eyebrows pinch. “He’s sabotaged your business. Isn’t that enough?”
“Yes, it is. But I believe Luca wants war. He wants me to go after him. He’s orchestrating a plan himself to where he can ambush me.”
Rico then inputs, “We can’t allow him to have the upper hand.” Carina’s attention returns to him. The green eyed monster in me is fucking pissed another man has her attention. Dio mio, Constantine. You can’t kill your most trusted man because he has your woman’s attention. Still, the irrational impulse is there. What can I say? I really am not a good man. “He’s expecting a war. Has his men and gained others to fight against us. We can’t fall into his trap.”
Carina listens intently. “The only ones I know of who would fight alongside The Fiore Famiglia are the Irish.”
My brows raise. Rico cocks his head. New information to the both of us it seems. The Irish have been a thorn in our sides but so have countless others. When you are at the top everyone wants to see you fall.
But for him to be in allegiance with Savio is suspicious behavior.
It was The Sicilian Outfit that had run The Irish mob out of New York. The Outfit Savio belongs to caused ruin for The Irish Mob empire. The Sicilian Outfit had only held power for so long until our Outfit, The Camorra Outfit, won in a bloodbath.
What makes any man become an ally with their enemy?
To take out a common enemy between the two.
Me.
And if Seamus, the leader of The Irish Mob is as cunning and wise as I know him to be, he’s working alongside Luca to destroy everything I built, only for him to stab Luca in the back and take it all for himself.
If that is to be true I must applaud Seamus’ ambition.
Still, I ask to be certain, “What makes you believe that?”
Her attention returns back to me and I’m pleased at the fact. “Niall and Luca are very cordial with one another. Bonded over their sadistic nature, I’m sure. To be honest, I had always thought my arranged marriage would be with him.” Rage courses through my veins at the thought of another man having what’s mine. Touching her. Breathing her air. Dirtying her with their mouth. I can’t help my vision from seeing red.
Her hand comes to cup my face. My jaw is tense but the moment she forces me to look at her I soften. If there’s anyone who can tame the devil in me it’s her. “Calmati, cuore mio.” (Settle, my heart) Fuck. Her speaking in our natural tongue is one thing. Giving me an order is another. But a term of endearment as well? Her heart? All the rage in my blood is doused and replaced by the burning need to be inside her. “I’m yours.” That’s it. I have to be inside her. This very second.
Without breaking eye contact with her I order with a bite to Rico, “Leave us.”
I don’t even wait for the sound of the door closing to ravage her mouth with my own.
She responds tenfold. Giving as good as I do, if not more passionate, hungry. Her hands find purchase on the collar of my button down shirt to pull me closer.
My hands worship their way down her body until I’m positioning her to where she’s straddling me.
Dio mio, she’s already fucking soaked for me. I can feel it against my slacks.
Sliding her crimson silk nightie up her thighs, my fingers craze her bare pussy. I nip her bottom lip and she hisses in my mouth before biting my own. “What a naughty girl you are,” I growl against her lips. She grinds down against me. I swear my cock is so hard it’s going to break my zipper. “You’re walking around with my pussy bare?”
She licks my lips before diving back in to consume my mouth. I allow her to take the lead. To own me. And fuck do I love it when my woman takes control.
Tantalizing, her hand travels down my chest to reach its destination on my belt. She undoes it like she’s done it a million times before. My woman is a natural sexual prowess. As she undoes my zipper my cock fucking weeps when she has it in her hands. Her grip is firm but not hard enough.
I pinch her clit and her hand tightens around my cock. Dio mio, that’s it. Precum leaks at my tip as her hand starts to jerk me roughly.
Without warning I insert two of my fingers in her wet and swollen pussy. So fucking tight. She gasps in my mouth and I swallow the sound. I feel her walls clamp around me as I roughly begin to finger fuck her.
I knew she would like it rough.
Fucking made for me.
I can’t wait to make her delicious ass fucking red with my palm.
“Carina,” I purr her name against her ear knowing how much it affects her. Her pussy sucks my fingers in as her arousal soaks my hand. “I’ve turned you into my perfect little slut, haven’t I?” The degradation with praise affects her how I knew it would. Pupils blown. Cheeks flushed. Pussy soaked and begging for release. And she does the prettiest of whimpers when I remove my fingers. “Watch, Carina,” I order huskily and she obeys beautifully. With her arousal that has soaked my hand I lather my cock with it.
Her breath hitches. Eyes mesmerized. “Constantine.” Dio mio. I will never tire of hearing those lips of wine saying my name.
After I’ve coated my cock in her arousal I can’t wait any longer to sink inside her.
I press a hard kiss to her lips before I remove the nightie from her perfectly flushed skin. The work of art of her is bare before me. And I’m reminded just how much of a fucking lucky bastard I am. How undeserving I am to have a goddess be mine and mine alone.
And although I want to fuck her into next week, brutalize her in a delicious way that will have her feeling me for weeks I ask, “How sore are you, amore mia?”
Her breathy response has me almost combust on the spot. “Not enough.”
Picking her up I then spin her around to face the desk. I bend her over the desk and free myself of my slacks and boxer briefs. My shirt follows next as I rip the buttons.
With her legs spread, heart shaped ass in the air, and dripping pussy on display my cock is the hardest it’s ever been.
Pinning her down to the desk with my hand collaring the back of her neck I guide my cock into her aching cunt.
A hearty groan fills the air from the both of us. She starts to push herself back on me to gain another inch but I halt her movements with a squeeze on the back of her neck.
“You’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you, Carina?” She clenches around my tip and it takes all the control I have not to plunge inside her. Instead I spread her ass cheeks and watch the view of her cunt trying to take more of me.
She wiggles her hips and groans frustratedly when she doesn’t get what she wants. “Constantine,” she huffs with a pretty pout on her lips. I’ll fuck that pout right off of her mouth.
I kick her ankles to spread her wider. I slide in just a little further. Enough to stretch her but not enough to satisfy her.
“Constantine!” She shouts my name with passion and anger. What an intoxicating combination.
I chuckle darkly. “Tell me, mia leonessa, tell me how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock.”
She wiggles her hips again but my hands clamp down hard on her waist stilling her. It will leave bruises. And a sick part of me is thrilled to be leaving marks on her skin. Let her be reminded of how perfect we are whenever she looks in a mirror. “Fuck me,” she demands between gritted teeth.
I slap her ass and her eyes roll shut. “Who are you to make demands?”
She blows her wild hair off her lips, eyes just as wild meeting mine. I love seeing how alive they are. And I love even more how she sasses me. “I’m your Queen. Your fiancé. Your soon to be wife. And I’m demanding you to fuck me. Because. I. Can.”
That fire. That spirit.
My cock swells.
Just to prove a point I slide out of her and a scream bounces off the office walls. I lower my body over hers. Every inch of my skin pressing against the slick skin of her back. I press my weight against her. With my mouth by her ear I nip her lobe before lavishing it with my tongue. “And right now you’re my pretty little whore. Mine to use. Mine to fuck. You’re going to take every inch of my cock like the good girl I know you are. But before I reward you with my cock I’m going to fuck that naughty mouth of yours.”
“Fuck you, Constantine.” I would take her threat seriously but there is no real heat behind it. Not when I reach between her legs and sink my finger into her even wetter cunt. Gathering her arousal I circle her clit with it before I press that same finger against her pursed lips.
“Taste how much you love being my whore, Carina.” She goes to open her mouth for a rebuttal but I slip my finger inside. She sucks on my finger eagerly. Lavishing it with her tongue and making obscene sounds.
And I imagine those same sounds around my cock.
And by the victorious gleam in her eyes she knows it.
My naughty girl isn’t playing fair.
Fuck if I don’t love her more for it.
Before I lose control myself and fuck her how we both want, I pull away from her. I then sit down on my office chair in a relaxed position. My legs outstretched with my hard on in the palm of my hand.
I wait for her to turn around and when she does even she can’t hide the excitement in her eyes.
She’s loving this just as much as I am.
My dirty girl.
“On your knees, Carina.”