35. Carina
CHAPTER 35
Carina
H is eyes wage a war for dominance. Burning with an intensity that rivals a thousand suns. His muscles strain beneath me as his jaw clenches.
This is the true testament of power.
Will Constantine Donati bow down before me and adhere to my command or will he snatch back his crown and place himself back on the throne?
We’re two predators trying to force the other to become prey. A king and a queen on the chessboard. Who will come out victorious?
His hand leaves my hip and I feel the loss immediately. I’m half tempted to place his hand back against my burning flesh. For him to dig his fingers so deep that they become embedded in my skin.
I hate how even though I am well and truly pissed at him I still crave him.
Smoothly he retrieves his phone and soon after I hear the dial tone as the call is being made. His eyes never leave mine. The heated gaze is enough to scorch my skin. “In my office. Now.” I don’t miss how his hand is harshly gripping the phone. I almost fear he may break it. Instead he tosses it to the floor. “Is this me earning forgiveness or is this a punishment?” There’s a bite to his tone. Good, he’s just as pissed as I am. And he should be.
My walls contract around his cock and he hisses through his teeth. He’s already on the precipice of release and I’m going to deny him the satisfaction.
I collar his throat and lightly apply pressure to the airway. His pulse thrums beneath my fingertips. How beautiful.
“After you have allowed your men to watch me fuck you, you will then kneel yourself before me and beg for my forgiveness.”
His cock swells inside me. His body’s desires and his mind are contradicting. “This will only happen once, Carina. And once is already far too many.”
I let out a sardonic laugh before ghosting the words across his lips. “Do you really think you’re the one in charge here?”
“Carina,” he warns between clenched teeth. It’s a tie between pleading and menacing. But I fear no man. Not even the infamous devil of the east coast. Now man will fear me.
“You will obey me, Constantine. Your word isn’t god. Mine is.” I bite down on his lower lip. The soft tang of copper explodes on my tongue. It’s exquisite. The pain with the pleasure. How one can’t coexist without the other. Much like him and I.
Momentarily distracted, the shift in power changes. Even with his throat decorated with my hand he comes in for the kill. Like a true predator he dominates my mouth without even restraining me. His tongue delves in the recess of my mouth. Our teeth clash. Heavy pants ensue between us. He kisses me with a force that nearly knocks the breath out of me. I can feel the anger in it. The lust. The possession. The desire.
It’s entirely too easy to get swept up in the current that is Constantine Donati.
But he’s met his match.
Applying more pressure I cut his air supply. His cock twitches inside me. I grind against him, chasing after my own orgasm. Fingers bite into my upper thighs. The pain only excites me. And not a minute later I come all over his cock. The orgasm so powerful I nearly collapse on top of him. I rock through the tremors. I can feel the sweet and sticky mess I’ve made on his groin and lower abdomen.
The sound of the door opening heightens both of our senses. We both don’t even glance in the direction. Our eyes stay locked onto each other.
I feel their presence in the room.
I hear Pietro choke before he covers it up with a cough. “Uh, Constantine? Did you mean to call us in here?” Constantine eyes blaze. Muscles strain beneath me. And if his cock wasn’t rock hard inside me I wouldn’t think he would be enjoying this.
I arch a cool brow at Constantine. “Answer him.”
“You three are to stay until Carina says otherwise.”
Pietro laughs nervously. “You sure about that. Because I think you two are in the middle of something.”
Taking Constantine’s hands I trail them up my body in a sensual caress before I have him cup my breasts. I let out a soft moan and I hear another cough from Pietro.
“How does it feel? To know they are seeing me like this? To know you aren’t the only man who has seen me?” I goad.
His hands squeeze my breasts painfully. I throw my head back as a hiss escapes me.
“How do you think I feel, Carina? Your body is meant to be only worshipped by me. No one else is worthy.”
I smile naughtily. “And yet you’re the hardest you’ve ever been.” I glance down at him as I swivel my hips. He bites back a groan. “Tell them to watch, Constantine. Tell them to watch as I fucking possess you.”
“This game you’re playing is a very dirty and naughty one.” He pinches my nipples and I squeeze around him.
“Is it?” I taunt. My eyes flick to our audience. Pietro adjusts his slacks as his eyes rove my body. His pupils are blown wide. His mouth practically salivates. He doesn’t hide his arousal. Unlike Gino. He shifts from side to side trying to alleviate his hard on. His jaw is unnaturally tense. And there’s a slight flush to his skin. Rico’s eyes are vacant. So is the reaction of his body. This does nothing for him. If anything it’s an inconvenience from his work.
“Come closer boys. See how much I own your Don.”
They hesitate. Their eyes search for Constantine’s before they accept my command.
“You don’t answer to him. You answer to me.” Their eyes return to mine. Gino swallows thickly. Pietro licks his lips. Rico appears bored. “Come as close as you can get without touching me. I want you to see everything. And I want Constantine to feel it, too. To know his men get off on the sight of him being a submissive for me.”
They must hear the authority in my tone. And with the silence of Constantine they know to listen to my demands. I am their Don just as much as he is. What I say is law. And there will be consequences if not followed.
They come as close as they’re allowed. Close enough to where I can feel the heat of their skin. The hot pants of their breath.
“If any of you dare touch her I will kill you without a second thought,” Constantine seethes between clenched teeth.
My hand flexes around his throat, releasing some pressure. I flash the boys a grin. “I hope you enjoy this just as much as we will.”
Knowing what I want to do next I ease myself off him. Come leaks from my pussy and bathes his cock as I remove myself. His cock is still painfully hard. The tip is an angry red with pearls of precum glistening at the head.
Feeling their heated gazes on me I slide my wet pussy up his body. Over the cored muscles of his abdomen, up the hard planes of his chest until my cunt is resting right above his face.
I then place both of my hands on my thighs as his comes to cup my ass. “Worship me.” Is all I say before I sit on his face. And he does. His tongue laves up the remnants of my previous orgasm before he spears inside my cunt. His hands spread my asscheeks apart while simultaneously pushing my pussy harder against his face. The way he moves his tongue is glorious. And his nose presses perfectly against my engorged and sensitive clit.
I ride his face like I would his cock. My hands roam across my body until they come back to rest upon my breasts. And as he brings his fingers to scissor inside me while his tongue rolls clockwise and counterclockwise against my clit I throw my head back and make the loudest and most obscene noises. I don’t think I will ever know a greater pleasure than this man’s wicked mouth.
I rock against his face harder and he switches off. His tongue delves inside my pussy as his fingers strum my aching and needy clit.
My fingers roll my nipples before I harshly pinch them. The pain sends a jolt of pressure straight down to my clit. And with one final cry I come all over his face.
I chant his name as I ride out of my orgasm. He drinks me like I’m holy wine.
Sliding myself back down his body I find his chin decorated with my arousal. The sight so erotic of him being owned by me has me leaning down to kiss him. I taste myself on his tongue. Before he can take the lead I break away.
“You served me so well, Constantine. Do you think you earned a reward for being a good boy?”
His eager cock prods at my entrance. I tease him by only allowing the tip. A growl rips from the back of his throat. “And if I say yes?”
I pretend to contemplate. “Should I ask our men if you deserve to come?”
“Carina,” he warns as I feel his cock swell. He’s so close to an orgasm.
I turn my attention to them. Pietro appears entirely too enthusiastic for us to continue our sexapade. Gino tries to mask his desire but his mask is blown. There’s no hiding how this affects him. And Rico, well Rico isn’t even worth mentioning. Nothing we do will affect him. But the principle of having him witness is important.
“Do you think he deserves to come?” I ask them.
“Fuck,” Pietro groans out. “I’m about to come just watching you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Constantine hisses.
“Ignore him. His say holds no weight here.”
“Carina-”
I silence his mouth by slapping my hand over it. I then ask Gino, “Do you think he deserves to come?” He nods stiffly. I smile at him. I arch a brow at Rico. “And you?”
“I think Constantine deserves to be put out of his suffering. You’re just playing with him, Carina. Like a predator would their food.”
“It’s what he deserves.”
“Perhaps,” Rico agrees easily. “But you have proved your point, Carina. End this.”
I slide down an inch and his hands flex on my hips. “Maybe I haven’t proved it enough.” My hands come to collar his throat once again. “I want to hear you beg. I want our men to hear you beg for my forgiveness. You bow yourself to no one. I want it to be known that you bow yourself to me.”
His eyes search mine. “This is what you want?”
I apply pressure around his neck. His pulse jumps beneath my fingers. “I more than want it. I need it.”
“Then please, Carina, mia leonessa , amore mia , please forgive me for the sins I have committed against you. Please allow me the chance of repentance by worshipping every inch of your skin. Please forgive me for having a silent tongue when I should have confessed long ago. And please allow me to fill up this needy and wet cunt to remind you of who exactly you belong to.”
And the King has bowed down before his Queen.
In one swift motion I slide down on his cock all the way. I feel his impressive girth stretch my walls as his length hits that magical spot which causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
“Dio mio. Fuck ,” he curses on a throaty groan. “Carina, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” he begs so prettily.
I lean down, pushing his cock further inside me, stretching me so deliciously, and cause him to grasp at the threads of his sanity. “I’ll fuck you, Constantine.” I promise him with a soft kiss. Angling my head towards our men with our lips still touching I say, “You can fuck yourselves, too.”
Constantine’s hand snaps up and closes around my throat in a vise grip. I lick my lips in response. There’s something about his ruthlessness that spikes my blood. “If any of you whip your cocks out to the sight of my soon to be wife I will castrate you.”
“You’re not playing nice,” I chastise him.
“Fuck playing nice. I’ve been playing your game since the moment you walked in this office. You’re still mine, Carina. Now fuck me like you hate me.”
My eyes gleam. “With pleasure.”
I set a wild and crazed pace as I bounce up and down on his cock. His hands grasping my hips try to control the maddening fast movement but he fails. If I’m going to fuck him like I hate him I’m certainly not worried about how this feels for him. This is for me.
When he reaches that sweet spot inside me I begin to grind down against him. Knowing I’m close to another orgasm he starts paying attention to my clit. My hands tighten around his throat. I can only imagine the mark I’ll be leaving behind. But I do know it’s one he will wear with pride.
Warmth pools in my lower abdomen and the heated gaze of Pietro and Gino sparks a fire within me. When I hear them both groan with satisfaction at the sight of us I combust.
The powerful weight of the orgasm has my body lax and pliable. My mind has been transported to another atmosphere. I’m lost to the pain and pleasure. Drowning in the waters of coital bliss without seeking for air.
Which is why I don’t protest as Constantine takes control. I proved my point. I owned him in front of our men. They witnessed the all powerful Constantine Donati be a good little submissive. And he suffered the punishment of having other men, especially men under his rule, men he trusts, not only see me naked but bare witness to the sounds and sight of me in the throes of passion.
I took the power from him and made him choke on it.
And so a lazy smile held with victory slashes across my face as his harsh grip bites into my skin to place me in a new position. My legs spread nice and wide easily as he kicks them apart. My body sings as it feels the delicious weight of his slicked skin body press against my back. And my blood turns molten as he bites down on my shoulder.
“Hold onto the edge of the desk, amore. I’m about to fuck you like the dirty whore you are. Your cunt is going to be swollen and bruised by the time I’m done with you.” There’s a darkness in his voice that calls to me. Reaches the fantasies I’ve kept locked and hidden away.
“You promise?”
“Carina, Carina,” he croons darkly. “You’re going to scream for me as I tear you in fucking two.”
He spears his cock in one hard brutal thrust. A promising scream already breaking from my lips. His hand fists my hair and by the way he pulls it causes my back to arch and for my ass to jut upwards.
I’m not even able to catch a breath before he starts fucking me like a beast. My walls flutter around him even as the pain begins to take the forefront.
My scalp stings, my cunt feels as if it’s being torn to two and my clit is so sensitive that I can’t help but scream with his every thrust.
“You like this don’t you? Being my filthy fucking slut that I can use.” Despite the brutality of his fucking the degrading causes me to become wet. He laughs darkly. “Look at my fuck toy drenching my cock.”
I mumble incoherently. My mind is too far gone. All I am is a vessel for his pleasure.
Untangling his hand from my hair he pins me down by the back of my neck. His fingers perfectly positioned at my pulse point. He applies enough pressure to feel my pulse race.
“I want you gasping for air, Carina. I want you breathless. Just like I am every time I look at you.”
I take one final drag of air before he cuts my air supply. And everything feels heightened. My eyes water as he keeps hitting that spot inside me. My walls squeeze around him every time he thrusts back into me. He feels bigger now. Too big. Almost as if I can’t take all of him when I know that I am.
My clit throbs. My nipples ache. My pussy is deliciously sore. And there’s a current of electricity running through my veins causing all my nerves to short circuit.
Maybe this is the true point of no return. The moment where I lose myself to the madness. Maybe this is where I die and become the woman I’ve always meant to become.
And just as I fight for breath, when I am on the razor edge of blacking out, I am also on the precipice of the hardest orgasm of my life.
I feel him lean over me. His slick skin covering my own. And somehow it isn’t close enough. He bites down on my ear before he proclaims, “Your every breath is mine. I can take it just as easily as I can give it. Now breathe for me, Carina. Breathe and let yourself fucking shatter.”
Simultaneously he gives one final thrust as he opens my airway. I let out a guttural scream that sounds hoarse as the orgasm hits me like a tsunami. Constantine rides out the catastrophic waves. Following with shallow thrusts as he fills me. I can feel his come leaking from my pussy. The warm sticky wetness trailing down my thighs.
Tears fall down my face. It doesn’t even register to me that I’m crying.
“Leave us. Now,” Constantine orders in an authoritative tone. I distinctly hear the sounds of footsteps retrieving before the faint click of the door.
The cry turns to a sob. There’s a great pressure that sits upon my chest and I can’t lift it. There’s a fissure in my heart that I can’t mend.
As Constantine eases out of me I feel the pain greater. A sob wracks my entire frame. Shaking me to my very core.
I hear him curse under his breath before he collects me in his arms tenderly.
We move then. His mouth stays glued to the top of my head as he makes his way to his destination. With how secure I am in his arms I don’t feel the urgency in his steps.
I hear the sound of the water running from the shower and not a moment later I feel its warmth.
With me still preciously held in his arms he slides down the shower wall until he’s sitting on the floor.
Mustering up all the strength I have I loop my arms around his neck and press myself against him tightly. I bury my face between the curvature of his shoulder and neck. I sink my fingernails in his scalp.
“I could have saved her,” I whisper brokenly against his skin.
His hold on me grows stronger. I feel his lips press a hard kiss to the top of my head. “You couldn’t have,” he tells me softly. “There was nothing you could have done.”
My lower lip trembles. “I could have saved her. I could have-”
Large hands frame my face, forcing me to look at him. I see the intensity in his whisky eyes. “You couldn’t have, amore mia . She died and it was a tragedy but she died the moment she met your father. She was living on borrowed time.”
In my heart I know this to be true. Yet I can’t accept it. I can’t accept how fate has treated her so harshly. A woman who lived in fear and was starving for love. A mother who tried her damnedest to shelter her daughter and failed. Always searching for an escape but could never find one.
“She loved me,” I say more to myself than him.
“She did.”
“And he loves me, too.” Constantine’s eyes search mine and I say, “Giuseppe. He loves me.”
His eyes soften then. “Yes, he does.”
Before more tears have the chance to fall Constantine collects them. “How do I forgive him?”
“With time.”
“How much time?” I press.
“However much time you need.” I nod my head solemnly and he returns to placing my head back on his chest. He runs his hand soothingly up and down my back as I curl myself against him.
My cheek rests upon the carving of my name upon his chest. Right over his heart. A heart that I’ll always have. A heart always meant to be mine.
“Constantine?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve already forgiven you.”
“I know, amore mia. I know.” He presses another kiss to the top of my head. The affection I was neglected never lost with him.
“Constantine?”
“Hmm?”
Lifting my head I stare in the eyes of a man who is completely and utterly devoted to me. So much so that nothing else matters, and nothing ever will.
I cup his face in my hand. His trimmed beard prickles my palm. He immediately leans into my touch.
“I love you.” His eyes never fail to shine when I tell him those three words. “But do not lie to me again.”
“I will not.” Holding my wrist he moves his head to press a chaste kiss on my palm. And it should be criminal how an innocent act elicits such wicked thoughts.
“There’s nothing else to tell me? No more secrets? Omissions?”
He shakes his head. “No, mia leonessa. Not unless you count all the years I had loved you in secret.”
A smile plays on my lips as I feel my body melt further into him. “Such sweet words from a devil.”
Positioning me he places my legs on either side of his hips. I can feel him against me. And I shouldn’t be surprised at how hard he’s becoming. His stamina is impressive. I would dare say inhuman.
“If I were a poet I would write sonnets about you. Lay them next to your pillow with rose petals kissing your skin. And if I were a traditional romantic I would buy you a box of chocolates with a bouquet of fresh flowers.” I hang on to his every word. It’s as if he’s cast a spell upon me. “But I’m not. I could offer you all of those things but we both know they wouldn’t satisfy you. It’s not what you truly desire.”
“And what do I desire?”
Collaring my throat he tells me, “Not a white knight or saint, but a devil who will lay your enemies upon your feet and watch you seek retribution by taking a pound of their flesh.”
“Mi cuore,” his eyes roll with pleasure to the back of his head, “you know me frighteningly well.”
His hands rove over my body sensually. Warmth pools in my lower abdomen as my blood spikes. “And yet every morning I wake with a hunger to desperately know more of you.”
“Hmm,” I hum appreciatively as his hands return back to my hips. His fingers biting into my flesh. My own twirl in the ends of his wet locks. “Sounds like you want to possess me.”
His eyes become the softest I have ever seen them. Carrying a vulnerability and honesty that appears almost angelic in how pure his emotions are. “You’ve been my obsession for ten years, Carina. You are the one who has possessed me.”