28. Constantine
CHAPTER 28
Constantine
“ H e’s growing bolder,” Gino informs me over the burner phone. “This is twice in one week he has had me and a few other soldiers guard him for meetings with the Irish Mob.”
Ah, so mia leonessa’s suspicions had been correct. Pride fills my chest as desire burns in my blood.
There is nothing more enthralling than an intelligent woman.
It is a damn shame her Famiglia holds on to such archaic traditions. She would prove to be a mastermind in the workings of The Fiore Famiglia. Instead they only saw her as a pawn. A piece to be used and owned.
Her intelligent mind will reach far beyond its potential ruling by my side.
“Hold that thought, Gino,” I order as I set down the phone and push away from my desk with determined strides to find my captivating fiancé.
My search isn’t long as I find her in the underused kitchen with a zealous Pietro and a robotic Rico. They are both at the opposite end of the island with a plate of food in front of each of them.
“I don’t know why you were worried, Carina,” Pietro assures her. “You are a natural when it comes to cooking.”
Her brows rise in surprise. “Truly?”
With his fork he obtains more than a mouthful and stuffs it in his face like a toddler eating for the first time. In between chewing he says, “So good.”
Her mouth twitches with a smile and I find myself trigger happy. You cannot kill one of your most trusted soldiers because she gave a glimpse of a smile.
Being in love with Carina is most dangerous. She already has me wanting to kill two of my best men.
My obsessive heart cannot stand her sharing her smiles with anyone else. It was already trying enough when Rico had her attention in the office yesterday.
The pile of bodies I will have behind me will be skyscraper high.
Just one look admiring her sheer beauty will have me killing a man.
Carina is like a black widow. Capturing all the men in her web before having them killed.
And while it may not be her hands that do the deed it will be because of her nonetheless.
I stay back, watching the interaction between the three of them. Rico hasn’t touched a piece of food on his plate. Part of me wants to smack him around for disrespecting my fiancé by not eating her food. The other part is thrilled he isn’t getting a taste of her cooking. Certainly when I’ve never had the pleasure of tasting it.
The green eyed monster returns with a vengeance when I realize Pietro has tasted her cooking before me.
Suddenly I’m ravenous for blood.
Before I make my presence known I hear Rico say without an iota of emotion, “Enjoy your taste buds while you still have them.”
Pietro turns towards him with a confused expression marring his features. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Rico pushes his uneaten plate aside and glances at Pietro’s nearly finished one. “He’ll have your tongue for eating her cooking before him.”
Leave it to Rico, the man who cannot experience emotion to understand my jealousy and possessiveness.
Every first of Carina’s I want to own.
“Surely you can’t be serious?” Carina asks him dubiously.
Pietro snorts. “He’s just kidding.” He then continues to finish his plate before snatching Rico’s like a starved man.
Making my presence known I project my voice in a lethal tone. “Another bite and not only will your tongue be severed, so will your hand.”
Pietro’s fork clambers against the glass plate as it falls.
My haze of green and swirls of red only last so long until Carina fills my line of vision. She comes rushing around the island with the grandest of smiles adorning her face.
Si, mia leonessa. Those smiles only belong to me.
When she reaches me my arms immediately close the distance, pulling her flush against my chest as my hands rest against her lower back.
Her emerald eyes glitter up at me. “Constantine,” she sings my name and it stirs my blood.
I’ve had her once this morning but once isn’t enough. My cock twitches against my briefs as she presses an open mouthed kiss to my lips.
Mark my words, Carina will be the death of me.
And what a sweet death it will be.
Before she pulls away those luscious lips of hers I plunder my tongue in the recess of her mouth. The kiss is possessive. Filled with jealousy and ownership. My hand palms her delectable ass and her mouth opens wider. She moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound greedily.
Her hands rove over my chest before they tangle themselves in the ends of my hair.
She lets me ravage her mouth. Staking claim on what is mine.
We hear a distinct cough in the background and while I am not bothered by our audience Carina shyly pulls away. Still so innocent.
I give her ass a squeeze before placing another kiss on her swollen lips.
The cough sounds again and I stare down the culprit. “You are aware we are still here, right?” Pietro asks.
Rico replies dryly, “I’m positive that was the point, Pietro.”
Pietro pulls a face, eyebrows scrunched together. Lips twisted. “Because I ate her food? Listen, Constantine. I ate her food because she’s the boss and she ordered me to. Aren’t I supposed to listen to her?”
The poor fool sounds sincerely confused.
I return my gaze to my woman whose eyes have not left mine. I run my knuckle down her cheek and she leans into the touch. “You ordered him to eat your cooking?”
She nods her head. “If it was horrible I would rather have had him eat it than you.”
I raise a brow. “So you used him as a guinea pig,” I conclude. Amusement fills me despite the jealousy of Pietro having tasted her food first.
“Si.” She smiles. Her smiles are radiant. Breathtaking. How long have I wanted a smile of hers to be bestowed upon me? How sweet it is to finally have them.
“Next time use me.”
She narrows her eyes. “You would have been biased.”
Dio mio, I’m in love with how lively she’s become. She would have never allowed herself to show such expressions months ago. And now here she is. Allowing herself to live her life freely and willingly besides me.
The spark Carina has always harnessed is finally playing at hand.
I nod my head towards Pietro. “And you think he wouldn’t lie to you for the sake of not seeking my wrath?”
Her fingers twist in the ends of my hair. Lightly pulling on the strands to bring a sting to my scalp. The pain has my cock painfully hard. And I know the little minx can feel the evidence against her stomach.
Quite the seductress she has become.
But alas, it would never take much for Carina to have me undone. A simple touch. A look. A breath of her air.
She pushes up on the tips of her toes, angling my head down to where her lips rest against my ear. They then brush against mine as she says, “As their Queen I deserve honesty.” She nips my earlobe before soothing it with her tongue. Dio mio. I’m going to come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager. “And I demand your honesty, too. Or it will be my wrath to fear.”
“Careful, mia leonessa,” I warn her in a gruff tone. Placing my hands on her hips I pull her flush against me. A small gasp escapes her as I dig my erection against her. “I could lay you on the island and show them a meal they will never have the pleasure of tasting.” She shivers in delight. Her pupils swallow her eyes whole.
I collar her throat. My fingers feeling her wild pulse. Her swollen wet lips are parted in an open invitation. “Is being an exhibitionist a newfound kink of yours?”
Exhibitionism has never been an intrigue of mine. Even with Carina I can not stand the thought of others eyes gazing lustfully upon her body. But I must say there is something about that my possessive nature finds appealing. Owning her in front of others in the most carnal way. Staking a claim. Knowing they will never have what I do.
Perhaps there is a thrill in it after all.
But even I must admit for as much as a thrill it poses I could never go through with it.
“What if I said yes?” Her voice is breathy.
My hand that collars her throat applies a bit of pressure. She licks her lips in response. Dio mio, even if I’m not one for exhibitionism it’s about to be a moot point because I can barely contain myself.
“Do you really want other men seeing you?”
Her eyes blaze. “What if I want other men seeing I belong to you? What if I want other women to see how much you’re mine?”
Dio mio. When she puts it like that, how can I rebuttal? And who am I to refuse my queen? “I can make the arrangements happen if it’s what you desire, Carina.”
She smiles up at me and it’s more blinding than a thousand suns. Her teeth nip my jaw before kissing it softly. “You really will do anything for me, won’t you?”
“Anything.”
Her eyes are loving. Her fingers then slip from my hair to frame my face tenderly. “Don’t worry, mio cuore, the only eyes I want upon me are yours.”
Thank fuck for that.
My hands then settle on her hips before I place an open mouthed kiss to her lips.
Aware of our audience and the reason I came here in the first place I tuck Carina to my side. The both of us show a united front to our men.
“Rico, Pietro,” I address them and they both come to stand at attention, “head to my office and wait for further instruction.” Rico nods his head first and makes a swift exit. Pietro must have a death wish because he takes one more bite of food before showing his hands in surrender as he runs away.
I swear he’s a child.
“He really is a child,” Carina voices my thoughts with a fondness in her eyes.
As much as I am a jealous bastard I can’t deny how much her being comfortable enough to form bonds with them affect me. She’s more than finding herself by my side. She’s finding a family as well. A home. Two vital things she never had.
And I can’t be jealous because of that.
“Si, but he is our child,” I remind her.
Carina smirks. “A handful, that one.”
Now free of eyes I allow myself to indulge in her. Unable to resist the strong pull between us. “I can think of a better handful.” I smirk as my hands come up to cup her breasts.
“Constantine,” she admonishes but her eyes flare with heat. My thumbs circle around her nipples and the delicious moan I love to hear so much pours unabashedly from her lips. She arches her back, pressing herself closer.
Leaning down I skim my nose along her jawline. Her scent is intoxicating. If I could bottle it up I would. To wear her on me all day with pride. “What a magnificent woman you are, Carina.”
She hums appreciatively, her head falling back to expose her neck. I easily follow her command. I kiss her wild pulse before trailing wet kisses along the expanse of her neck.
So fucking addictive.
“Constantine.” My name is a needy whine. Dio mio. I love when she says my name but in that way it must be my favorite.
I align my hips with hers. My cock pressing hard against her stomach. I grind against her. Mesmerized, I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Say it again.”
Her voice is sex personified as she says, “Constantine.”
I hiss as my cock becomes harder than steel.
Needing to be inside her more than I need my next breath I hoist her up in my arms and march over to the kitchen island like a madman.
Sitting her atop of the cool surface I waste no time and spread her legs as wide as she’s able. I pull her dress the rest of the way above her hips and find her pussy covered in scanty lace. I can see the soaked fabric.
I love how wet she gets for me.
Needing to see those swollen pink lips glisten, I tear the lacy fabric.
“Those were my favorite.” I peer up to find her eyes glaring at me.
I run my finger through her slit, eliciting a whimper from her. My thumb then circles her swollen needy clit as I promise her, “I’ll buy you countless more.”
“In every color,” she demands and I can’t help but grin.
“In every color,” I promise.
Before she can give another demand I lean down, throwing her legs over my shoulders and begin eating her pussy like a man starved.
Her fingers twine in my hair as she grinds against my face. My tongue spears inside her, stroking her wall as my thumb continues to work her clit. All of her moans and needy movements spur me on. And it isn’t soon before long I feel the telltale signs of her orgasm.
Fucking her pussy harder with my tongue I then press down on her clit. She cries my name out beautifully as I swallow the sweet taste of her.
Removing my tongue I replace it with two of my fingers to prolong her orgasm. With quick work I manage to unbuckle my belt, unzip my trousers, and free my cock.
While she continues to ride out her orgasm I guide my cock to her swollen wet lips and without warning thrust my hips to where my cock is fully seated inside her, hitting that sweet spot she loves so much.
“Dio mio! Constantine!” I grind myself against her as I allow her a moment to adjust. With thrusting inside her during an orgasm she’s tighter than usual. She already proves to have a tough time adjusting to my cock, like this I’m sure she is feeling overwhelmed with the fullness. “You’re so. . .” She swallows, at a loss of words.
I smirk down at her as her eyes glitter up at mine. “Tell me, mia leonessa.” Teasing her I pull out halfway and thrust back inside her ever so slowly. “I’m so what?”
I hit that special spot again and her lips form the perfect ‘o’. Circling my hips I grind against her. My pelvis stimulating her over sensitive clit. “It’s too much.” Her voice is strained. Her eyes wild. Her legs open wider to accept all of me.
Slowly, for her to feel every inch of me, I pull back out until I leave just the tip. “It’s never enough,” I say huskily before I slam back into her.
She cries out again as her nails dig into my forearms. I can feel the skin breaking. Her nails mark me. I fuck her harder because of it.
Because she was made for me she keeps up with my brutal pace. And it isn’t long before I feel her walls clenching around me. Her arousal soaking my cock. I feel the orgasm begin to hit me. The tingles shooting down my spine. The heaviness of my balls and the swelling of my cock.
I need her to come again before I do. “Touch yourself, amore mia.” She follows my command and roughly circles her clit. After a few more hard and punishing strokes she comes beneath me. Her back arched. Those beautiful tits on display. Her face pinched with desire.
I grab ahold of her hips in a bruising grip and fuck her like an animal. I don’t last much longer after her. With one last thrust I plunge all the way inside and come the hardest I ever have. Her pussy clenches around me. Milking me for all that I’m worth. I’ve come so much it’s leaking out of her and pooling at my cock.
Still inside her I lean down and press a soft kiss to each of her nipples before claiming her mouth.
The kiss is a lazy exploration. Both of us utterly spent and satiated.
She says against my mouth, “I love the feel of you inside me.” Despite just having orgasmed my dick twitches. She softly giggles. Warming my heart and lighting me from the inside out.
“I love the sound of your laughter.” One day I’ll record it. Perhaps I’ll even make it my ringtone. But then none of my calls will get answered.
She presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Will it always be like this?” I arch a brow at her. “All consuming. Passionate. Crazed with hunger. Will we ever tire of one another?”
I skim my nose along hers and she hums in appreciation. Wrapping an arm underneath her I bring her flush against my chest. Then, I pull the both of us up, her in a seated position and me standing, all the while my dick still inside her. She gasps against my mouth.
With my other hand I cup her face tenderly. Practically purring she leans into my touch. “As long as there is blood running through my veins I promise you it will never be less than this.” I’ve never thought it possible before but her eyes smile. So bright. So full of light and happiness. It is almost hard to believe they were ever vacant. They’re aglow. “The years we spend together will only change it to become more than it was before.”
“Why,” she smiles and it’s damn blinding, “I do love your promises.” She kisses me once more. I love when she initiates. To know she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. Then her brow kicks up. “Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”
“No.” Her brows then pull together. I smooth it with my thumb. “We do,” I correct her.
“So you didn’t come out here just to ravage me, then?”
I smirk. “I’ll always want to ravage you, amore mia.” How could I not? With this body of sin it would even make a saint proudly become a sinner. I’m even tempted to have her again, but I know we can’t. I barely pull out and I see the small wince. Framing her face I say, “This may hurt. I’m sorry, amore mia.”
“Never be sorry for giving me the greatest pleasure. Kiss me to make it better,” she demands. I oblige. I seal my lips over hers. Her tongue breaks the seam of my lips deepening our kiss as I pull out of her with great care.
“Stay for one minute,” I order as I grab a clean cloth.
She giggles. “I don’t think I could move if I tried.”
I smile as I run the clean cloth under the lukewarm water from the sink. Squeezing out the excess I come between her legs again and gently clean her. My cum is still leaking out between her swollen lips. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.
After I’m done cleaning her I sadly close her legs and throw out the cloth. When I return I find adoration on her face. Also tears brimming in her eyes.
I cup her face. “Still not used to someone caring for you, are you?” Her mother had cared for her in her own way. But fear doesn’t comfort a child. She wanted her far away from this life. Far away from the man she married, her papa. But those fears led to her death. And tried as she might to care for Carina her fears always ruled out what she wanted most. The comfort only a mother could provide.
She gives me a watery smile. “No,” she admits. “But I do love how you care for me, Constantine.”
“I’ll never stop.”
She places my hand over her heart and her hand over mine. “I know.”