Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Constantine carried me to the bed, then slipped off my flats and got me undressed, yanking my dress over my head, unclasping my bra so my tits came free. He leaned over the bed and kissed me everywhere, kissed my stomach and then my tits, squeezed me to him like all of me still wasn’t enough.
What the hell did I do to earn a man like this?
I pulled his shirt over his head and finally felt his searing-hot skin. Gripped his enormous arm muscles, the strength that could crush me in an instant.
He pulled away to kick off his boots and get his bottoms off. When he was stripped naked, six and a half feet of muscle on muscle on muscle, with cuts through the flesh to separate all the different layers of strength, he came to the bed and moved over me, his fat dick anxious for me like I was something to be anxious for.
He pinned me like he always did, opening my hips wide, bending me like a plastic doll, conquering me like a city underneath a king. He guided himself inside me, then sank deep into my flesh until there was nowhere else to go. “This pussy makes me fucking crazy.” He planted my foot against his shoulder, while my other leg rested in the crook of his arm. Then he pounded me relentlessly into his mattress and headboard, giving me the best dick a woman could ever ask for.
We had dinner together in his dining room, and then Medusa was returned after her evening walk. We all sat on the couch together and watched TV before bed. When I slept here alone, it felt like a hotel. But when I slept here with him, it felt like home.
All three of us piled into the bed together, and of course, Medusa had to get the spot between us.
“Medusa,” Constantine said with a slight tone.
I laughed because her jealousy and desire for attention were cute. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
She closed her eyes like she wanted to pretend not to notice Constantine’s look of admonishment.
“Baby girl.” He sat up and patted the end of the bed by our feet. “Come on.” He gave a quick whistle.
She opened her eyes but continued not to move.
“Con, she’s fine. I really don’t mind.”
“I want to sleep with my woman.”
“Well, she was your woman before I came along. It’s hard for her.”
He gave a humorous sigh before he rolled his eyes. “You two could at least switch places.”
“I don’t think she’s going to move.”
He gave Medusa that look.
She closed her eyes.
I chuckled before I got comfortable, turning on my side to face him, the sheets to my shoulder. “It’s fine. Let’s go to bed.”
He gave a growl before he turned off the lamp on his bedside table, then turned to face me. “Maybe I didn’t plan on going to bed just yet . . .”
“Well, I’m pretty sore now, so . . .”
He grinned. “Told you that pussy makes me fucking crazy.” He lay still, then continued to stare at me, the smile slowly leaving his lips the longer he looked at me. His eyes became relaxed but serious, just looking at me with his dog in between us.
I could look at him forever. He had a jawline as sharp as a knife, cords up his neck so taut they might pop, coarse scruff along his jaw that slightly scratched my skin whenever we kissed . . . or he kissed me between my thighs. He was so handsome, I wondered if I had hallucinated all of this because Enzo’s abandonment gave me a dose of psychosis. I made up this whole thing so life would be bearable.
“What are you thinking?” he said in the quiet.
The corner of my mouth quirked up in a smile. “That I’m experiencing psychosis . . . because there’s no way you’re real.”
The corner of his lips kicked up in a smile too. “Wouldn’t be sore if I weren’t real.”
Medusa started to snore.
He rolled his eyes. “Fifty bedrooms in this place, and she’s gotta snore right here.”
“Her life doesn’t have to change just because I’m here. I would never want to replace her.”
“No wonder she likes you so much.”
“She’s a sweetheart. She likes everyone.”
He released a quiet scoff. “Trust me, she doesn’t like everyone. She’s pretty standoffish.”
“Fooled me. Have you ever taken her to Taormina?”
“No.”
“Aww, she’d love your family.”
“Yeah, she would. She’d love the beach too.”
“You have to take her.”
“All right, next time we go.”
“We?” I blurted.
His eyes narrowed. “Fuck yeah, we.”
My tummy did that thing where it got all nice and warm. Where a garden bloomed and butterflies soared.
“If I went back without you, Ma would kill me.”
“I’m glad she likes me.”
His eyes turned serious once more. “She loves you, sweetheart.”
“I get the feeling she’s just a loving person.”