34. Constantine
CHAPTER 34
Constantine
“ I told you I didn’t care for the likes of him, Constantine,” Tao boasts and I can practically see his smug grin from the other line of the phone.
“Si, you did,” I agree dryly before adding sharply, “and I also seem to remember the whereabouts of your sister. If you care to keep gloating you will have a Russian brother-in-law.”
Silence drops over the line. He responds steely, “It seems I don’t have any choice in the matter, do I?”
I smirk at that. Blackmail without fail will always remain triumphant. “Of course you have a choice, Tao,” I remind him, humor in my tone.
He scoffs. “The Triads become allies with you against The Fiore Famiglia and The Irish Mob or I sit this out and my sister becomes the wife to a ruthless heathen. Tell me again how that is a choice?”
“Technically there is a choice,” Rico corrects him in a bored tone. He stands tall and statuesque beside me as Tao is on speaker phone.
Tao sighs frustratedly. “I can’t deal with him today, Constantine.”
I snicker and chance a glance at Rico. Naturally the comment doesn’t offend him. He remains with an impassive face and an even bleaker tone. “Are you agreeing or not? This is a time sensitive matter.” Rico cuts straight to the chase, excluding all pleasantries. I smother a laugh.
I imagine Tao running an exasperated hand through his hair. “Let me get this correct,” he begins before continuing incredulously, “you are to marry Carina at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. After you both have vowed, ‘I do’, we are to start a bloodbath.”
“Well, when you put it like that you’re making it sound as if I am a lunatic.”
He blows out a breath. “If you aren’t aiming for lunacy then I don’t know what you are setting out to accomplish. You are aware you want to open fire in a church?”
I shrug. “Worse things have happened in a church.” And I think of all of the little boys the church has failed. All of the children who were innocent and had left ruined. I think of my very own, Gino, and what the church had done to him. For all the horrors the church has done this is hardly nothing.
“What you are about to do is sacrilegious and you’re so blasé about it all.” He curses under his breath in his native tongue. “You really are the devil.”
I gleam at that. Taking pleasure in living up to my name. I rap my knuckles along my desk wanting to tie up this allegiance in a tight bow. “So, are The Triads aligning with The Donati Famiglia or not?”
He laughs but it’s one of disbelief. “I suppose we are.”
“Perfecto. Always great doing business with you Tao.”
“Yes, strong arming is great business Constantine,” he comments dryly.
“I’m happy you’re seeing things my way. Rico will send over the details. And remember Tao, if you fuck me over your sister is as good as dead.”
He responds thinly, “How could I forget?”
“Until next time, Tao.” Before he can give his goodbyes I hang up. I know it will ruffle his feathers. And there’s something about getting Tao riled up that humors me.
Rico stands before me on the opposite side of the desk. “The Triads have the numbers we need to end up victorious against The Irish Mob and Savio’s Famiglia .”
I cant my head to the side sensing he has more to say. “Spit it out, Rico.”
“There is still a great chance Carina and yourself can end up dead. All it takes is one bullet, Constantine. One bullet to go array and this will be for nothing.”
But it won’t be for nothing. I can’t quite explain it to Rico. He wouldn’t understand. That peculiar brain of his wouldn’t be able to comprehend how finally having Carina as my wife is worth every risk there is. Even death.
“I trust you, Rico. You’ll make sure everything goes according to plan.”
“But the probability of the plan succeeding with the variables-“
“Will come down to one, Rico. The only one that matters. With Carina as my wife and the both of us alive. Capisce?”
He nods his head. “Capisce.”
“Very well.” I settle back in my chair and loosen my tie. The only thing I care to restrict me is my woman’s hands.
Just thinking of her restricting me as I’m balls deep inside her perfect wet and snug cunt has my cock harder than steel.
Selfishly I need this reunion with Giuseppe to end sooner rather than later. Not only do I crave the intimacy , I also crave her being near. I’m an addict for my Queen. And I’ve gone too long without my last hit.
Setting out to find her I begin to rise from my chair but as if I conjured her up the French doors to the office swings open with a ferocious force that causes them to smack against the wall.
My beautiful stunning creature of the night stands at the threshold with bloodlust in her eyes.
It makes me a sick man to find this arousing. And it makes me an even sicker man to be hard as fuck when I see the knife held with a death grip in her hand and the blade pointed at me.
Carina bloodthirsty is a ravishing sight.
But it’s her eyes that cause me to falter. They’re shimmering with betrayal. And I only love when those emeralds shimmer with her mouth gagging around my cock.
“How dare you.” Her voice is scathing. I feel the burn upon my skin.
Rico begins to advance towards Carina but I halt him with my hand raised mid air. I don’t look at him, as my eyes never leave hers, but my voice is as sharp as a blade as I threaten him. “If you take one more step towards her it will be your last.”
“She has a weapon.”
“And it is of no importance. For all I care she could be in the throes of killing me and you will not intervene.”
A new emotion flickers in her eyes. It causes them to soften briefly before the fire consumes her once again.
“Leave us, Rico.”
Knowing his arguments will be futile he nods his head in respect and leaves the office without making a sound.
The air strains with tension as the two of us stand on opposing sides of the room. Reminiscent to how we stood several months ago.
Her lower lip wobbles and she sucks it in, biting down harshly with her teeth to leave fresh blood. It’s a tempting sight. I would give anything to be able to close the distance and taste the wine of her blood on my tongue.
But mia leonessa is a wounded animal. And I have to approach her cautiously.
This reunion with Giuseppe brought open festering wounds. She knows the truth. Every truth. Including truths I’ve kept from her.
“How long have you known?” Her voice drops in register with her anger. The darkness that lives and breathes inside her has taken control.
And it’s a sight to behold.
Even if she were to kill me I would die with a proud smile on my face and love shining brightly in my eyes.
That’s the power she holds over me.
“How long have I known what, amore mia?”
Her lips twist from the term of endearment. “Don’t act innocent, Signore,” she spews with venom and yet it’s laced with pain. “It doesn’t suit you.”
Signore.
Signore.
If her intention was to wound me she succeeded. Hearing her melodic voice say my name from those irresistible lips is my very own Heaven. Signore feels as if she’s damned me to the fiery pits of Hell.
“If you are looking to wound me, Carina, you have already done more damage without even using the knife.”
“And you think you should come out of this unscathed?” She advances towards me and I allow her to eat up the distance. Never is there a world where I will back away from her. If she’s death then so be it. The tip of the blade presses against my jugular. With how sharp it is only the tiniest bit of pressure applied will draw blood. “You lied to me.”
“I omitted the truth.”
Her eyes flare with fury. And with applied pressure she nicks my neck. I feel the warm wetness trickle down the column of my throat. “A lie of omission is still a lie. How could you have known and not tell me? How could you betray me like this? Tell me!”
I swallow and the blade sinks deeper. “Because I needed you to be who you are now, Carina.”
“It doesn’t matter what you need! It’s what I need! And I needed to know the truth! I needed to know my mother was murdered! I needed-”
“Why?” I silence her and her mouth sets in a firm line as her eyes narrow with unshed tears. “Because it would’ve eased the guilt of killing Elio? Because maybe it would justify the darkness you harness? The brutality you crave? You could have known the truth but it doesn’t change who you are.”
“And who am I? Who. Am. I.” She demands.
Having enough of her idle threat I disarm the knife. It falls besides us and her eyes follow. My eyes never leave hers. I see the moment the haze of red starts to clear. It’s when she finally notices the crimson decorating the blade.
She sucks in a sharp breath as her eyes close in on the wound she inflicted. In truth it’s nothing. But knowing she did it with the intention to hurt me finally dawns on her.
My arm bands around her as I pull her flush against me. Her soft and lush body along the hard planes of mine. My body sings in praise and burns with pleasure at how perfect we fit.
Pinching her chin harshly between my fingers I force her gaze on me. And while anger and hurt blaze in her eyes the lust simmers beneath the surface. All I have to do is stoke that flame and she’ll meet me with no resistance. “Who you are is Carina Fiore. Who you are meant to be is Carina Donati. And who you were born to be is mine.”
Her lips twist. “And what if I no longer want to be yours? Who am I then?”
The mere idea of her not wanting to be mine sends me in a crazed frenzy. My eyes narrow as I grip her hips roughly and back her against the nearest wall. Cradling her head my fingers tangle in the ebony waves of hair. I pull on the strands until I hear the hiss of pain escape those lips like a sweet sigh. My hand finds purchase on her outer thigh and I hike it up so our bodies perfectly align. Her ankle hooks around my leg and as my cock nestles against her aching core her breath hitches.
“You will always be mine, Carina. Even in death there will be no escaping me. I will haunt you forever, amore mia. You will never be rid of me.”
Her hand fists my shirt. The fabric strains, causing the threads that hold the buttons to begin to unravel. “Do you think you should be so easily forgiven?”
I hitch her leg higher and press my cock harder against her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head with pleasure. Wanting those bewitching emeralds on me I tighten my fingers on her strands of hair. Her eyes pop open. They’re glazed with lust and fury.
“Forgive me now or forgive me later. But I will taste those beautiful lies pouring from your lips and watch how easily they become carnal truths.”
Before another lie can escape I slam my mouth on hers. Her lips show no resistance as I pry her mouth open with my tongue and kiss her with fervor. Sweet and heady moans bubble from her chest and I collect them like my very own treasures.
Her body succumbs to me so beautifully. All the soft lush curves meld against my hard frame. Her heel digs in my ass as she kisses me back with equal fervor. I grind against her and fuck her mouth like I would her cunt.
Determined hands roam my body before they stop to fist the material of my shirt. In one second flat the buttons fly as she tears the material off of me. Biting my lip to draw blood she breaks the kiss and pushes me back with a force that stuns me.
I lean against the desk and await hungrily for her next move. With a confident gait she struts towards me. Her hips moving back and forth in an enticing way to drive any man mad. She assesses me like a predator, and I am all too willing to be her prey.
“Unbuckle your slacks,” she demands in a husky tone.
I quirk an eyebrow. “Why should I? Are you admitting to wanting me, Carina?”
She closes the distance. Her eyes focus on the carving of her name above my heart. They soften. Because despite the hurt she feels that muscular organ residing in her chest will always beat for me. I’m the one who brought her back to life. I’m the one her heart belongs to.
The pad of her ring finger that bares my mother’s ring traces the carving. A whisper of a touch that ignites my blood and causes my skin to aflame.
Her palm then covers the declaration of love and promise of power. She steps closer, fitting her body between the space of my legs. Her lips ghost the shell of my ear as she breathes, “I don’t have to forgive you to fuck you.”
Before I can utter a response she forces me down on the desk with the flat of her hand, hikes up her dress and straddles me.
I can feel how wet she is through her soaked thong. And she can feel how hard I am against my slacks. Boldly she grinds down against me, circling her hips. My eyes roll to the back of my head as a hiss of pure bliss escapes me.
Deftly she unbuckles my belt, releases the button of my slacks and undoes my zipper all with one hand. Bewitched, I raise my hips slightly to accommodate her. The belt passes through the loops in one smooth go.
“Do you think you’re deserving of touch?” She asks in a breathy yet commanding tone.
The idea of being restrained has my cock harder than a fucking steel pipe. And on any other occasion I would allow her. But she needs my touch. She needs my touch to know how much I adore her. How I worship her. How I crave her.
My hands find purchase on the flare of her hips. As I dig my fingers in, sure enough to leave a bruise, I grind her down harder against me. “Do you want to deny yourself the pleasure it will bring?” Before she can rebuttal I make my point by cupping her breasts. She bites down on her lip to suppress the moan of desire. Molding them in my hands I push them together before paying equal attention to both.
Her hips move on their own accord. Creating a lazy rhythm that is both maddening and addicting. “I could get you off just like this, couldn’t I? Playing with your magnificent tits.” She bites back another moan but rolls her hips. My cock cries to feel her wet cunt bare.
While she’s lost in the feel of my touch I raise myself up to where I am sitting beneath her. She’s so wet that she’s soaking the fabric of my briefs.
Needing this material off of her more than I need air I grab the material bunched at her thighs and rid her of it. My eyes feast upon her flesh. And despite her sexual prowess she blushes before me. “What a stunning vision you are.”
Her hands cover mine. Regaining control she locks her hands around my wrists and forces my hands to rest back on her hips.
I take direction and leave them there. By the wild look in her eyes I’m all too filled with anticipation to see what she will do to me next.
And I am not disappointed when her hand circles my neck, finds my pulse point, applies the barest hint of pressure and forces me back on the cool hard surface of the desk.
With one hand on my neck the other tugs on the hemline of my briefs. I raise my hips once more and the material falls to my feet.
Like a panther she leans over my body, aligning us perfectly, all the while collaring my neck. Her lips brush against mine as she says cockily, “And I could get you off just like this, couldn’t I? Having you under my mercy. Perhaps I should deny you orgasm after orgasm. Get my fill of you and leave you to fend for yourself.”
Giving me a hint of a taste her tongue flicks my bottom lip before she retreats. And while I may be playing her game I’m known to bend the rules. Twisting the string of fabric along her hip I tear it. I do the same to the other side and flick the useless garment aside.
Finally I feel her glorious cunt against my aching cock. I’m so pent up I could blow just like this. Like a fucking prepubescent boy who just discovered pussy.
“You’re even more beautiful when you are cruel,” I sing my praises.
“Is there anything I can do that would turn you against me?”
“No.”
Her eyes soften and yet her hand cinches around my throat. “How pathetic.” And as she says those cruel words by her tone she doesn’t mean it. “Perhaps you’ve earned yourself a taste.”
I await for her to dip her fingers in her pussy and spread the juices of her arousal against my lips. But she doesn’t. Instead she pries my mouth open wide. And then she spits in my mouth.
Cupping my jaw she closes my mouth and orders, “Swallow.” And like her good boy I do. The act of degradation spikes the dark lust within me. And it won’t be soon before long her reign of power comes to an end.
As if she senses this she takes my cock and notches it at her entrance. My muscles strain as I try to refrain myself from taking over when she slips the tip of my cock inside.
Her smile is victorious and her eyes cruel. I’m such a sick bastard for becoming harder. My cock swells. “Constantine Donati so weak and pathetic beneath me. If your men could see you like this, what would they think of you?”
The thought of any man seeing her like this except me causes a haze of red. My fingers bury themselves in her hip. She winces from the pain, shifting her hips and my cock inches inside her. I’m not even halfway in and I fear I might just combust so pathetically as she puts it.
Yet I play into her game. “If eyes upon you is what you want I can call Pietro, Rico and Gino.”
She sinks herself down another inch with a swivel of her hips that has me biting down on my lip. “You would allow them to see me like this?” Another roll of her hips that has my cock weeping. She slides her hands up her body sensually before she cups her tits. Her fingers roll around her nipples. The dusty pink buds begging for me to take a bite.
“If it’s what you desire I will.”
“You wouldn’t like it would you? Their eyes upon me? Feasting my flesh and stirring their blood. Watching as I come undone. Hearing the intimate sounds only you and I know. They would bear witness to it all.”
No, I wouldn’t. But I can’t deny the fact that Carina would. Her pussy is soaking my cock. And with one final swivel of her hips I’m seated inside her to the hilt. Her walls squeeze my cock and it’s almost painful.
She brings her body down to be flush against mine. And it causes my cock to hit that spot inside her she craves. Her lips brush against mine as she darkly claims, “Perhaps that should be your punishment for lying to me.”
“Carina-“ she silences me with a bite on my lip. Blood draws from the cut and she lavishes it with her tongue.
“You would do anything for your queen, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair. Her nails scrape along my scalp causing a delicious sting. Fisting my hair she roughly pulls the strands to snap my head back and expose my neck. With the flat of her tongue she licks the base of my throat all the way up to the underside of my jaw.
“Call them and earn your forgiveness.”