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The butcher was demanding answers.He already knows everything. A sense of panic waded through the blinding sensations he was stirring in my core. I wouldn’t lie and tell him what he was so desperate to hear. If he killed me, I would die with my dignity.
“The strategy was to kill you. I wanted it to look like an accident so I didn’t take the fall, which by the way was something my father never stressed. I wanted to be like my brother, ruling beside my father, because I’m smarter than he is. But that dream was impossible if I went to prison for murder.”
“Then why ask for the shipping rights?” he demanded, testing me.
I rolled my eyes. “My father thought it would look natural to have me demand something. It was a ruse; I was still supposed to end you.” Fists clenched at my sides, I stiffened against his hold, fighting to remain standing when my legs wanted to give out.
“More,” he barked. The command was punctuated by the invasion of his fingers into my channel.
I bent at the sensation but obeyed. “You and your sister were a weak point I tried to exploit, but it didn’t result in anything fruitful. You only ever had a spat over the driving incident. She doesn’t like me, as evidenced by the opera house encounter, but she’s so damn loyal to you, Constantine, that I couldn’t break you two apart.” At this point, I couldn’t push back the sob that bubbled up in my throat. The extreme physical stress, mixed with the relentless onslaught of his touch, acted as a release, bringing forth all the emotional tension I’d been holding back. “I’m a failure, all right. Happy?”
Constantine grunted, picking up the rhythm of his fingers.
“I couldn’t accomplish the one thing I was trained for. And what’s worse...” My voice cracked from the pent-up emotions. It was humiliating how badly I wanted to slide my legs together. I should have had the spit and vinegar to yell at him, but I couldn’t fight him or the sensations he was bringing forth. Constantine had broken me, and he didn’t even know it.
I coughed, trying to clear the lump in my throat. “I chose you, Constantine, and I don’t think I chose wrong. Clearly something happened out there, something I didn’t have a hand in and won’t get the credit for. So, please tell me what the fuck is with all this? I deserve to know why you are holding me here!”
Bucking against his iron grasp, I wondered what the hell this vanilla bondage shit was about. It had sadistic elements, but it wasn’t torture or hard kink. It was like Constantineneededme to suffer, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually do anything destructive. But what he didn’t know, and what I couldn’t bring myself to say, was that I was suffering. I was in agony with him. For him. Not because of him.
I should have felt humiliation. Anger should spike my veins and make me fight back. Instead, hurt drummed in the back of my mind. He was supposed to be my ally. And yet, he thought I needed to pay for whatever damn sin had happened.He won’t hurt me. I moaned, arching back into his ridged frame and shattered in his arms.
Chapter 53 – Constantine
Iwatched her comeundone. I had no idea this was such a rewarding way to work off my pent-up anger and soothe my anguish. Someone needed to pay. Honestly, it wasn’t Talia. I knew that. But because my desire for her went deep, and our lives were tangled in this messed up situation, dominating her felt like the only way for us to survive this. And she gave me the control to do so. The little vixen got off on the brutality, enchanting me with her willingness to fight through every emotion.
It was painfully obvious now that Talia had a permanent place in my life. The feelings in my chest couldn’t be shut off with a switch.
Unless it was me who ended her, Talia didn’t deserve to die, and that was what would happen if she ventured out on her own. The only solution was to keep her close. Except...I doubted I could do it. If it came to it, my finger wouldn’t pull that trigger.I can’t.
As her cries of pleasure filled the room, I shoved her back down on the uncovered mattress, remembering too late about her damaged side. She didn’t protest as she adjusted her manacled wrists to brace her weight, her ass waiting tantalizingly for me.Such a tough princess.Warning myself to be careful with her, because I wasn’t some monster to inflict permanent pain in a manic sex session, I pulled her ass into the air, tipping it up to the perfect angle.
“Constantine,” she moaned. Her pussy was wet and waiting for me.
I shoved three of my fingers, hard, into her opening. She was fucking soaked, the detail sending a stab of lust straight through me.
I worked my fingers in and out, my dick straining to replace them. Her channel convulsed, but she only whimpered wantonly. The rush of her release wet my skin all the way up to my knuckles. Unable to hold back any longer, I kicked her legs apart. The clasp on my dress pants broke as I ripped the fly open and shoved them down my legs to unleash my quivering length.