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I can hear the grin in his voice, and it only spurs me on, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. This game of cat and mouse is thrilling, dangerous, and everything I've been craving.
"Come and catch me if you can, Maldonado!" I shout back, darting around a corner. The chase is on, and I can't get enough of it.
I'm crouched behind the sofa in the new room, my heart thundering in my chest as I hear Constantino's footsteps approach. The door swings open, and I barely manage to suppress a gasp.
"Found you," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. He moves swiftly, pinning me against the soft cushions of the sofa. His grip is firm, unyielding, and it sends a thrill down my spine.
"Seems like you just can't resist chasing me, Maldonado," I tease, breathless from excitement and anticipation. "What are you going to do with me now that you've caught me?"
"Something that'll ensure you won't want to run away again," he promises, a wicked grin on his face.
Constantino pushes me back onto the sofa and spreads my legs wide, kneeling between them. My pulse races as I watch him lower his head, his tongue darting out to flick against my clit. A shiver runs through me at the sensation, and I can't help but moan.
"Please... don't stop," I beg, my voice strained with arousal.
He obliges, working his tongue expertly over my sensitive flesh, teasing and tasting until I'm writhing beneath him. The pleasure builds up inside me like a tidal wave, and I know I'm close to the edge.
"Constantino, I'm... I'm gonna come," I warn him, my body trembling as I grip the armrests of the sofa.
"Let go, Evelyn," he murmurs against me, sending vibrations straight to my core. "Show me how good it feels."
Unable to hold back any longer, I let out a cry as my orgasm rips through me. It's been so long since a man has made me come this hard, and I relish every second of it.
As I slowly come back to my senses, I look down at Constantino, his face glistening with my arousal. A sudden urge takes over me – I want to taste him just as he's tasted me.
"Stand up," I command, my voice firm yet breathless.
He obeys, a curious glint in his eye as I get down on my knees before him. My hands work quickly to unbuckle his belt, freeing his cock from its confines. He's hard and ready, and I can't wait to have him in my mouth.
I take him in, swirling my tongue around the tip before working my way down his length. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I'm determined to bring him the same pleasure he's given me.
But before I can finish, he grabs my hair, taking over and setting the pace. It doesn't take long for him to reach his climax, finishing in my mouth – an act that feels surprisingly intimate between us. I swallow, tasting every bit of him as we share this moment together.
"Ah, little rabbit," he breathes, looking down at me with a mix of awe and satisfaction. "You don't disappoint."
"Neither do you, the big, bad wolf," I smirk, wiping my mouth and getting back on my feet.
He shakes his head. "I'm not a wolf," he says and I recall the tattoos of snakes that adorned his body from my last visit. I tuck a reminder away to ask him about his comment, but right now, my mind is too much of a blur.
I'm panting, my body still trembling from the waves of pleasure that just washed over me. Constantino's breaths are heavy too, and as we look at each other, we're grinning like two kids who just got away with something naughty.
"Y'know," I say, trying to catch my breath, "If you ever call me back for some fake medical reason again, I'll personally make sure you have a real emergency on your hands."
He chuckles, running a hand through his dark hair. "Sounds like fun. Wouldn't you want to stick around for tonight and play some more?"
My heart skips a beat at the thought, but I know better. I shake my head and push myself off the sofa. "I'm honestly at my limit for time spent with you," I retort, not giving him an inch.
"Suit yourself," he replies, shrugging nonchalantly. But there's a hint of disappointment in his eyes – or maybe that's just my imagination.
We don't say anything else to one another as I head back to the other room and put my leggings back on. I turn my tee shirt around and tie it in the back so at least I'm covered. I grab my things and make my way to the front door. The mansion's halls feel eerily quiet now, the adrenaline of our earlier chase dissipating into the night. As I step outside, the cool air hits me, sobering me up even further.
Reaching my car, I slide into the driver's seat and close the door. My hands grip the wheel tightly, and I take a deep breath, trying to process what just happened. Constantino Maldonado, the man I should be staying far away from, had just rocked my world in ways I hadn't experienced in years.
But it's done now. I can't turn back time, and honestly, I don't think I'd want to. Tonight was exhilarating – a much-needed distraction from my mundane life.
I start the engine, pulling out of the driveway and onto the dark, winding road. As I drive, I can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction settling in my chest, mingling with the lingering tingles of pleasure.
"Get a grip, Evelyn," I mumble to myself, shaking my head. But deep down, I know I won't forget this night anytime soon – and something tells me that neither will Constantino Maldonado.
