31. Carina
CHAPTER 31
Carina
I have always known Luca’s ambition to be great but I never once thought his ambition would lead him to foolishness.
Because make no mistake, secretly plotting with the Irish Mob to not only overtake the throne, but to also kill Constantine Donati is not just foolish, it’s certifiably insane.
And for Savio to allow this he must be just as mad.
But Savio has always been governed by his greed. He’ll do whatever it takes to claim his spot at the very top. Tricks and manipulations are in his already known arsenal. Playing nice with The Irish Mob is only a new tactic.
Pietro and Rico left the office shortly after the phone call from Gino had ended.
Constantine gave out his orders and they all followed without question.
Gino is to keep a close eye on Luca and Niall. When he’s off duty he’s to become a shadow. Much like he was with me before Constantine had him appointed as my bodyguard through a false target on my head. He’s to call immediately with any information, no matter how small.
As Rico had said, it’s the small details left missing that will be the ones ruining.
Pietro is keeping an eye on the streets with other trusted soldiers of The Donati Famiglia. They are to sniff out any members of The Irish Mob, and if they find them it’s death at first sight.
Rico took it upon himself to contact Tao Haung and make him aware of the new development between The Fiore Famiglia and The Sheridan’s.
He said it was better to keep the new business contact in the light rather than the dark. Especially since he has voiced his concerns with Constantine merging The Donati Famiglia with The Fiore Famiglia. And if there is to be a war the numbers The Triad would provide would be useful.
And while Constantine’s men appear to have everything under control I can see the stress this has brought upon him.
Worry lines etch his forehead. A crease marked between his brows. Those sinful lips are terse and his eyes are dark and ominous. Tension has him like a tight wire, ready to snap at any given moment.
It’s not a sight I wish to see. And wanting to ease his mind in any way I can I close the office door.
His head snaps up at the sound. When I turn the lock he stares at me quizzically.
Mustering all the bravado and mafioso boss woman inside me I saunter over to him. My heart sings as my pussy throbs when I notice his eyes are captivated by the easy sway of my hips.
He wasn’t lying when he said he was obsessed with me.
This man admires me like I am the world's most famous painting and only he has possession of it.
He spreads his legs wide, his arm lazily thrown on the arm of the chair as he beckons me with the crook of his finger.
Dio mio. How can even that be so downright sexy?
Standing between his legs I run both of my hands through his hair. My nails scrape along his scalp in a continuous motion. I feel him relax against me. His eyes roll shut as he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.
Still continuing my ministrations I press myself closer to him. He buries his nose between my breasts, settling there and breathing me in. His hands then find purchase on my hips, digging his fingers in my tender flesh.
“You worry when you have the best of men on your side,” I remind him with hopes of easing his mind.
His lips brush against me as he responds disappointedly, “This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”
Perplexed, I raise a brow. My hands still in his hair and he nuzzles between my breasts. “Do what, Constantine?”
He places a lingering kiss on my breastbone before he pulls away. But not completely. He keeps a hand firmly placed on my hip as his other retrieves a small black box from his desk drawer.
It’s as if all the air has left my lungs. My eyes stay fixed on the velvet black box. My heart hammers in my chest.
Constantine’s fingers bury themselves deeper in my hip and it’s a reminder for me to breathe.
And as I do everything within me settles.
In the beginning the ring within that box was only another prison. A marriage forced upon my hand to a man I had loathed with every fiber of my being.
I had thought I was trading one gilded cage for another. To be locked within a life of cruelty.
Only to find that I was incredibly wrong.
A life with Constantine is not one locked behind a cage, only to be opened to be displayed as the trophy wife a Made Man adorns on his arm.
There is no cage.
I’m free.
Free of the shackles of my mind.
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.
I raise a cool brow at him. “You decide, Constantine. Do you want this to end with us fucking on your desk or do you want to go about your day with a raging hard on and balls blue?”
“You’re quite persuasive, future Mrs. Donati.” Mrs. Donati. I can’t even begin to explain the happiness of bearing his last name gives me. And with it comes power.
I shrug nonchalantly. “I’ve learned from the best, future husband of mine. The Devil can be quite persuasive.”
“Ah, he very well can be.” Resting his hands upon his thighs he stares up at me. A wayward strand of hair lays perfectly on his forehead.
Everything about this man is criminal. From his morals down to his looks. At once glance he’d have any saint willingly become a sinner.
And as much as I would love to say he corrupted me I know he didn’t. He only awakened me.
“Now, be a good boy and crawl.”
His expression darkens with lust as he places his hands on the floor. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows with great anticipation.
And just like that I have The Devil of the East Coast, The Don of The Donati Famiglia, Constantine Donati, on all fours before me.
That’s power.
He begins to crawl and I hop off his desk, prowling after him like a predator would its prey.
But calling Constantine prey is wrong. Because even on all fours he moves like a panther. An apex predator.
Admiring the view I hum in appreciation. When he reaches the middle of his office I order, “Stop.” He does it at once.
He turns his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “Now that you have me where you want me, what are you going to do with me?”
I pretend to ponder the question. While I do I stalk behind him. His eyes take in my legs, legs I’m sure he’s envisioning wrapping around his neck as he feasts upon my flesh. “Eyes down.” His eyes lower but not before he flashes me a devious wink.
I circle around him. Asserting myself as the true predator. With each pass around his muscles tense. Stopping before him I lift his chin with the tip of my shoe.
The hunger in his eyes would scare a weaker woman.
I arch a cool brow at him. “Did I say you could talk?” His mouth curves to a downright sinful smile. He shakes his head. “There’s better use of that mouth of yours. Even more so with your tongue.” He does a slow pass of his lips with his tongue and arousal slicks my thighs. With my legs parted I’m sure he can smell it.
Releasing his chin I hike the slip of my dress and spread my legs wide. He has the perfect view of my cunt. Wet and throbbing only ever for him.
His jaw ticks as he hisses, “Dio mio, mia leonessa . You have the prettiest fucking cunt. Allow me to have a taste.”
His filthy words are music to my ears. They spike my blood and cause my core to clench greedily.
Taunting him I sensually snake my hand down my body to my aching core. I circle my clit before I plunge a finger in my pussy. He groans at the sight. Wanting him on the edge I slowly pump my finger in and out. The obscene sounds of my wet pussy fill the room and I’m not ashamed.
And as great as it feels to fuck myself with my fingers it will never be as satisfying as Constantine’s fingers filling me. Nor as euphoric as his cock inside me.
He didn’t only ruin me for all men, he ruined me for myself, too.
I gather my arousal on the final pump and with my pointer finger lathered I lean down and place said finger on his lips to silence him.
His nostrils flare from the scent of me. His eyes are crazed. The muscles flare with massive restraint. He goes to swipe his tongue for a taste but I click my own in admonishment.
“Bad boys don’t get a taste.” I remove my finger and watch with a sense of wicked empowerment as he fights his natural instinct.
Taking a step away from him I remove the slip dress and stand before him naked. A deep moan of appreciation rumbles inside his chest but never breaks free from his glistened lips.
I smile at him proudly.
“Turn to face the desk.” He does as I ask.
Swaying my hips a bit extra I walk to the desk. I can feel his eyes on me. The scorch of his gaze burning my skin.
Emboldened by his desire and my own I sit myself lazily in his chair. A chair where he conducts business. A chair where he’s ordered men to be killed.
With his heady gaze on me I make the grandiose show of propping my legs on his desk. A desk where he has signed lucrative deals. A desk where he has made plans to give him his empire.
His power is intoxicating. Addicting. Palpable.
And sitting here nude, commanding his attention, ordering him to do as I please is power in which money can’t buy. It’s power only I possess. Because I am the only person on this earth who can literally bring Constantine Donati to his knees.
Beckoning him with my pointer finger I demand, “Crawl to me.”
His eyes flash with an intense heat. His erection tents his slacks in what I can only assume is painful. The sinews and cords of muscle move in an eager yet graceful and predatory manner as he crawls to me from across his office floor.
He closes the distance in little to no time. With my hand raised I order him to stop and he heeds my signal.
Removing my legs from the desk, one at a time, I then swivel in his chair facing him.
Wanting, no, needing to drive him mad I spread my legs wide. Hooking each leg to drape over the arms of the chair. My pussy is fully exposed. The cool air hitting my wet and aching flesh.
I’ve never seen him more crazed with a ferocious hunger than I do now.
And he’s executing the greatest restraint for me.
The fact causes my pussy to clench as arousal leaks from my lips.
His eyes narrow in on the sight. A groan, so deep, manly and primal, comes from his chest.
It’s at that moment neither of us has the strength to wait any longer. I need his mouth on me more than I need my next breath.
I crook my finger and he responds without missing a beat. Within one second he’s before me. His hot breath hitting my needy and wet pussy. He licks his lips suggestively, eyes salivating at the sight.
Leaning down his eyes shift from my pussy to the hardened peaks of my nipples begging to be ravaged and soothed by his mouth.
Forcing his eyes upon mine I pinch his chin between my fingers, angling his head back.
His Adam’s apple bobs aggressively. Pupils swallow his whisky eyes whole. How could I have ever not wanted to lose myself in the darkness of his gaze? How was I ever so blind?
“You’ve been such a good boy, Constantine,” I praise him in a breathy yet affirmative tone. It affects him the same way in which it affects me. “I think you deserve more than just a taste. I think you deserve the entire seven course meal.”
As soon as I release him I watch as he turns more beast than man. His head descends as his hands find purchase on my thighs, gripping them so harshly it will leave a bruise.
There’s no gentleness as his mouth meets my wet and aching core. He’s raw. Primal. Each stroke from the flat of his tongue is rough as he licks up my arousal from clit to ass. His teeth nip at my clit, creating a pain so exquisite I see stars. He pries my legs apart wider, stretching me to full capacity. And as his tongue spears inside me, stroking my walls, I know it won’t be soon before long I reach the sweetest pinnacle of bliss.
My fingers tangle in his hair as my nails scrape his scalp. I pull him closer, as if he isn’t already close enough. “Constantine.” My voice is both agony and pleasure.
He continues to devour me like a man starved. Fucking me with his mouth like he would his cock. I begin to gyrate my hips but his hands clamp down preventing any movement. He leaves me prisoner to his onslaught. Bound and merciless to his cruel and wicked tongue.
The crescendo of pleasure begins to take form. The licks of fire heating me from head to toe. The pool of heat unfurling in my lower abdomen.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I let my body take control. With every swipe of his tongue I lose the power I hold. With every jab at my clit I become more undone. And with the final spear inside my pussy, curling his tongue in a delicious way I lose myself completely.
Euphoria unlike anything I have ever known pulls me under in a tidal wave. My vision blackens. I feel light and heavy all at once. Overstimulated yet not stimulated enough. The orgasm is otherworldly. Disconnecting me from my body.
It’s only moments after when I return back to my senses I feel the swell of another impending orgasm. The onslaught of his ministrations is almost too much to bear. “Constantine,” I whimper. It’s both a plea to stop and a plea to continue.
He looks up at me through long dark lashes any woman would kill for. His hair is an unruly mess from my fingers. Those carnal lips glisten as well as his chin.
“Who owns this pussy, Carina?”
I respond breathlessly, “You do.”
Lowering his head he hums agreeably against my clit. The vibrations send a signal to fray all my nerve endings. “And what is my name?”
The power dynamic has shifted between us but I am too consumed by pleasure to give a damn. “Constantine.”
He slaps my clit and I cry out. “My. Name,” he demands.
“Constantine Donati.”
He kisses my clit in reward. Soothing the tender nub with his skillful tongue. “And who am I to you, Carina?”
Constantine is more than just one thing. He was once upon a time my enemy until he became the man who awoke me. He is the only person who sees me. My lover. My fiancé. My heart and soul.
And so, there is only one word to describe who Constantine is to me. “Everything.”
His eyes flash with renewed hunger. But there is more glittering in those whisky eyes of his. Possession. And a deeply profound mad and crazed love.
With his eyes steady on mine he rises from his position on the floor. Undoing his slacks he then steps out of them. His beautiful and angry cock is at perfect height with my lips. A pearl of pre-cum decorates the tip. And I have this maddening urge to suck him clean.
Seeing the look in my eyes he picks me up from the chair with one arm hooked around me. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him.
With one arm wrapped around me he frees his desk of all its contents with the other.
Can he possibly become any sexier?
“You’ll be the death of me, Carina,” he says so reverently. His expression is soft and admiring. He traces his nose along my cheekbone and the curve of my jaw before stopping at my neck. He then sinks his teeth in my skin. The bite of pain is welcomed as heat floods to my core. “But not before I fuck you nice and hard on this desk like you promised me.”
As my back meets the cold surface of the desk he thrusts all the way inside me. Stuffing me with his cock to the point of pain but hitting my sweet spot to ensure pleasure.
And he proceeds to make good on my promise by fucking me into oblivion.