Anger fills me and I try to jerk out of his hold but he won’t let me go.
“Truth hurts, right? Think of how I felt when I saw that asshole lurking behind me at my own wedding reception,” Perry tosses at me.
“You don’t even care!” I try to shove at him but it’s like attempting to move a steel wall. Impossible. “You don’t care about me, or the stupid wedding, or the fact that I’m your wife. Stop trying to act all casual and happy-go-lucky on our supposed honeymoon. You’re merely tolerating me so you can use me for sex.”
“You like it though.” His voice is calm. Cold. “You like it when I fuck you. Don’t bother denying it.”
Oh God, I wish I could.
“Let’s test how much you hate it. Hate me.” His hand dives into the front of my bikini bottoms, his fingers searching me. I’m wet, and it’s not just from the damn pool. “Yep. You hate my guts.”
His sarcastic tone makes me growl and I lunge for him, curling my hands around the back of his neck and tugging as hard as I can on his hair, trying to cause him pain. Anything to get him to stop touching me. Saying such rude things to me. “Let. Me. Go!”
“No.” He shoves two fingers inside of me, making me moan like the weak woman that I am. In agony. In defeat. “Oh yeah. You really can’t stand me now.”
My hands fall to his shoulders and I cling to him, closing my eyes so I don’t have to see the smug expression on his stupidly handsome face. I don’t even know why we’re arguing, but of course it leads to this.
It always leads to this.
A gasp escapes me when he removes his fingers from within my body and grabs hold of my waist, lifting me up. My legs automatically wrap around his hips, anchoring myself to him.
“Look at me,” he demands and I slowly open my eyes to find his face in mine, his expression completely closed off, yet his eyes are full of turbulent emotion. “Don’t ever forget who you belong to. You’re a Constantine now.”
I say nothing. There’s no point in arguing because it’s true. I am a Constantine now.
Whether I like it or not.
“If I ever find out that piece of shit tried to talk to you, I’m killing him.” He leans in, his mouth at my temple, kissing me tenderly. “I don’t care if it starts a full-scale war, I’ll tear him apart, and enjoy every second of it too.”
I’m trembling so hard my teeth start to chatter.
“Did you see they’re talking about our wedding on the gossip sites?” His voice is so casual, yet also edged with fury.
“N-no.” I shake my head.
“Tinsley sent me a few links earlier. She wanted to warn me.” He tilts his head, his mouth brushing against mine as he speaks. “Not that I care. He’s the asshole who shouldn’t have been there, sniffing around his ex.”
“I—”
He rests his fingers against my lips, silencing me. “Don’t tell me how you feel about him, or me or anyone else. I don’t want to know.”
We stare at each other, our chests brushing with every accelerated breath, my core throbbing, my entire body aching.
Despite everything he just said, the threats he made, and how scared I feel, there is one thing that still remains clear.
I want him. And he knows it.
I think he wants me too.
He pushes his fingers in between my lips and I let him, our gazes never straying. I pull them in further, licking his fingertips with my tongue and his eyelids grow heavy as he watches me suck his fingers like they’re his dick.
“Did you ever suck his cock?” he asks me.
I pause, not wanting to answer him. He doesn’t want to hear the truth.
But my pause is answer enough because he rips his fingers from my lips and kisses me, his mouth rough, his tongue like a weapon as it lashes with mine. I moan low in my throat, letting him do whatever he wants to me, knowing in the end I’ll get what I want.
Him. Buried deep inside of me.