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Her face paled when she realized exactly where the knife had been placed, but to be fair I would do the same if I saw a blade wedged in the tip of someone’s dick. Justin smirked at the two of us and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him.
The hallway returned to its darkened state, and I slowly approached Rose. When she merely stared up at me, unafraid and in nothing but my t-shirt, I knew this girl was going to own me.
“If you’re still able to get out of bed, I’m not done with you yet.” I lifted her lithe body into my arms and carried her down the hall. The bitch on the bed had no sway over my mental state, she was just another body among dozens, and she’d gotten off easy. Tomorrow I’d handle her disposal and alert my family to what needed to be done with the other one, but that wasn’t important right now.
For what was left of tonight, I intended to spend it with the beautiful girl in my arms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ROSELYNN
WITH HIM
At first, I thought I was dreaming, but all too quickly the sensations became real. There was an unrelenting pressure—wetness between my legs. I was on the verge of coming.
I peeled my eyes open, and the drowsiness rapidly fell away as I realized he was inside me, one hand braced against the headboard. I sucked in a jagged breath and reflexively grabbed onto him. I was already hovering right at the edge, leaving me with a fleeting question. How long had he been fucking me before I woke up?
“Con,” I whimpered.
His thrusts were hard and measured. It felt like he was fucking me into the mattress.
“You’re almost there,” he acknowledged, his deep voice taking on a husky quality.
I curled my fingers into his dampened skin. It hurt—but it was so good too. I moaned brokenly, feeling a heady mix of pleasure and pain. He grabbed a fistful of hair near my crown and rode my body harder than he ever had.
“Stop.” I pushed against him, turning my head to try and ease the burn on my scalp. I wasn’t accustomed to being fucked so savagely. He dropped his mouth to my neck and began swirling his tongue in a circular motion before biting down hard enough to break the skin.
I screamed, shoving him as hard as I could. Tears spilled from my eyes; I came not a second later. The ecstasy blindsided me. I clung to him, repeating his name like a mindless sycophant. He whispered praises in my ear, continuing to fuck me until he found his release. I felt him swell and push himself deeper, ensuring every drop of his come was inside me.
He rested his forehead against mine and tried to kiss my lips. I turned my head away from him, still trying to understand what he’d just done and how hard it made me come.
“Get off,” I demanded hoarsely.
He stared down at me and mockingly tisked, firmly taking hold of my jaw and turning my head back towards him. “Now is that any way to show appreciation for such a great morning fuck?”
I glared at him, and he laughed, releasing my jaw as he lowered his mouth. “Kiss me,” he demanded, teasing the seam of my lips with his tongue until I parted them for him. When he pulled away, he looked down at me with an expression of overwhelming tenderness.
It wasn’t the first time he'd given me a look like that since I’d been in here. It’d gotten more expressive when I didn’t run screaming from him after he mutilated Julie.
And like each and every time before it wrapped a vise of confliction around my heart. He didn’t freely give without taking something in return. I wondered how much of me he had taken to make a face like that.
I feared I would give him everything. A relationship with him was going to be like walking a labyrinth without any light. I was a quick learner, though, and I couldn’t say I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
I’d called it long before the fantasy of me and him became reality. Constantine was a conundrum of deceptively charming darkness. I’d unwittingly become his center.
I watched him climb off the bed; pulling the fitted sheet to my chest as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sink turned on and off and then he was back with a fresh washcloth.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
He took hold of the sheet and gently tugged it away from me. “Is it Julie?”
I looked at him in disbelief. “How about you were fucking me while I was asleep.”
“You asked me to fuck you like that last night.”.
“No, I didn’t,” I denied resolutely.
His gaze flicked to mine. “I have no reason to lie. If I fucked you without the conversation taking place, the result would still be the same.”
