CHAPTER 9
LILY
This man will be the death of me, one way or another. Right now, it feels like my body is burning alive and I know it’s all because of him. I’ve been trying to distance myself from him since I saw him at Sala to protect myself and my heart. Clearly, he’s not going to let me.
I’m embarrassingly wet because of the way he’s manhandling me. He has a way of making my body betray me. I both hate him and love him for it.
I shake my head because I can’t love him. He’ll hurt me. He’ll ruin me. I shouldn’t let him into my heart and I sure as hell can never admit how I feel.
“You need to get off me, Constantino,” my voice sounds weak, and I hate it.
He shakes his head and strips the rest of the nightie from me. When my lace panties are ripped from my body, I can’t help the wanton gasp from escaping. I’m putty in this man’s hands and it’s torture.
“You’re going to listen to me,” there’s a threat in his words, one which makes my pussy even wetter. At this rate I’m going to be dehydrated by my own arousal. What a way to go. “Sergio mentioned you were at Sala.”
My eyes widen at his words, but I try and cover it with sass by biting out, “So what?”
He chuckles darkly under his breath like brimstone. His turquoise eyes are intent on me, not letting me get away from him. He shakes his head slowly, but there’s no accusation in his voice, “What you saw was just a moment, a second, and it didn’t let you see the entire scene.” When he smirks, I want to slap his face and it’s only his hold on my wrists which prevents me from following through. “I’m oddly flattered that you cared enough to be jealous and enraged, but I’m not going to allow you to continue to operate under incomplete information.”
“I don’t care,” I seethe.
“Yes, you do,” there’s steel in his voice, a punctuation which has me melting against the bed underneath me as much as I wish I could hold myself steady, still and strong. He undoes me. He knows it too. “You saw my arm around Briar.” I arch an eyebrow at him and his eyes dance with amusement. “Briar is nothing to me, I don’t even think I could call her a friend, but she’s the other half of a man’s soul who does,” he pauses for a moment as if he’s searching for the right word, “contract work for the family.”
I narrow my eyes and hiss, “Contract work.” When the hard length of his shaft part my pussy lips so the crown can knock against my clit, I let out a moan which would rival a porn star. “I’m not naïve, I know what that means.”
“I know.” Constantino kisses me, all teeth and tongue and bruising lips, until I can’t breathe and all I can think about is the way he feels pressed against me. It’s as if my will evaporates and all that is left is this man as he molds me into something new. “What you didn’t see, is that I was steadying her after some asshole bumped into her. Jericho, her man, who is obsessed with her the same way I’m obsessed with you, was immediately on his ass only because he trusted me to touch Briar and make sure she didn’t fall.”
“Why would he trust you to touch her?” The question flies from my lips before I can stop it and I press my lips together even though they long to be pressed against his again, but I can’t risk any more blurting blunders.
“Because he knows how I feel about you and understands it since it is the same way he feels about Briar,” his voice is so strong and sure, I feel a little bit of the ice I’ve encased my heart with melt. Damn it.
“You whispered in her ear,” there’s an accusation in my tone and it makes Constantino smile as if he just won something.
“I knew you were jealous, myGattina.” He cocks his head to the side before peppering my face with kisses as if the realization is worthy of praise. Maybe it is because his lips on my skin makes my body come alive. “I saw the look in Jericho’s eyes and the man has already killed someone in my club for daring to touch Briar. I knew what was about to happen.”
I gasp, “He killed someone in Sala?”
Constantino nods sharply and something shadows his eyes, but I have no idea what it means. “I told Briar that she better go after Jericho and make sure he doesn’t kill the man.” He shakes his head in admonishment and sighs, “I didn’t want the mess of another death.” When he pulls his hips back from me, a whimper escapes my throat, and the sound causes a wicked grin to curl on Constantino’s lips. “Don’t worry, Lily, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Before I can ask about what he thinks I need, he slams his full length into my begging pussy, filling me and making me yelp in surprise and pure fucking pleasure. He doesn’t fuck me fast, but he does so with force, wanting me to feel every single movement and imprint it on my soul.
“Fuck yes,” I moan and wrap my legs around his hips, wanting more, needing it to baptize me from the fear and the pain of the last few days. I barely wanted to admit it to myself, but I hated the idea of this all being a sham, of his words not being filled with truth. I whimper, “Please.”
Constantino sits back on his knees, letting go of my wrists and gripping my thighs to hold me open, holding me captive and still as he pumps his thick cock in and out of me. When he tilts my hips to a new angle, stars dance across my vision and I’m pretty sure I drool a little.
“Don’t move your hands,” he growls his command and I find my body complying immediately as if my arms are weighted and too heavy for me to move them at all. He starts to fuck me hard, his pace still measured, and my eyes roll back in my head. “You’re going to come all over my cock and then you’re going to forgive me,” his eyes bore into mine, “because I did nothing wrong. There is no other woman for me.”
I make a strangled groaning sound in the back of my throat, all thought losing it’s footing in my neurons. I can only feel. I can only be.
When he reaches up and slaps one of my breasts and then the other, my pussy seizes as I’m catapulted into my orgasm, and I lose sense of time and space. He groans before pushing his entire length into me roughly before I feel the first jet of his cum hitting the back of my channel.
“Fuck,” he roars as he pulls out of me and pumps his length, ropes of his cum landing across my abdomen. His turquoise eyes darken as he looks at me covered in his claim. He starts smearing it across me, rubbing it in. I shudder at the ownership in his gaze as he starts pushing the little bit of cum which starts to dribble out of my pussy back inside. “You’re mine,Gattina. All fucking mine.”
I swallow hard. I want to believe his words. I do. Almost everything in me screams to trust him, but there is also a little voice of rationality in my head telling me to wait, to proceed with caution, to hold back.
Constantino must see the emotions as they play across my face because he leans over me and kisses me sweetly before climbing from the bed and crossing the room to grab my laptop from the desk along one wall. He digs in the pocket of his discarded pants and only when he finds a thumb drive does he sit on the bed, propping himself against the headboard.
“Come here,” he demands, and I scramble to comply, even as I try and reason I don’t need to jump when he snaps his fingers. It’s as if I can’t stop myself. “I’m going to fucking prove it to you, Lily,” he rasps as he clicks a few buttons and pulls up a video from Sala the night I visited. “There’s no other woman in the world for me. You’re the reason,” he cuts himself off and shakes his head before pointing at the screen.