Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
We walked around the lobby and through the bar where we’d met. At one of the tables were the four women I’d spotted the other night. I remembered them, and they definitely remembered me.
I wasn’t sure if Constantine spotted them or it was just a coincidence, but he grabbed my hand the way he had when we’d walked through the piazza.
The jolt in my heart was just as painful as it was pleasurable. Enzo didn’t choose me—but Constantine did.
When we made it back to his room, housekeeping had already performed the turndown service. The lights were dimmed low. The living room had a full seating area with a large TV and a dining area. His bedroom alone was bigger than my whole room at my hotel.
He went into his closet and started to undress.
I sat on the couch by his bed and got my heels off, and I watched him enter the bathroom. The sound of the faucet was clear a moment later.
I stepped into the bathroom behind him, seeing him brush his teeth with an electric toothbrush in the large mirror that took up the entire wall. He was in just his boxers, his muscular back rippled with muscle, his ass tight. Still in my little black dress, I leaned against the doorway. “Mind if I wear one of your shirts to bed?”
He didn’t nod or stop brushing his teeth to answer. Just wore that smile of his that I couldn’t describe, the kind that was in his eyes rather than on his mouth.
I smiled back, then opened his drawer to find a clean T-shirt. It was black, and when I checked the tag, I saw it was an extra-large. It would definitely fit me like a dress, the most comfortable dress I’d ever worn.
I changed into it before I went back into the bathroom. He continued to brush his teeth, his eyes shifting to me before they returned to his own reflection.
I felt self-conscious taking off my makeup before bed, but if I didn’t, I would look like hell in the morning, my mascara and foundation all over the pillow. There were two sinks, so I used his face wash to clean my face and one of the washcloths to get all the makeup off.
When he finished brushing his teeth, he looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I felt on display, my eyes no longer pretty without the dark mascara and eyeliner, my lips no longer red and glossy because it’d all been washed away. All my imperfections were on display, the discoloration of my complexion, the old acne scars.
But a slight smile moved over his lips, and he slipped his hand underneath my shirt and gripped one of my ass cheeks before he gave it a playful smack. Then he walked out of the bathroom and left my sight.
I wasn’t sure if he’d done it on purpose, but he made me feel more beautiful than I ever had.
I finished up in the bathroom, then joined him in bed, gentle lights underneath the bed frame to make it easy to find in the dark. He was on his phone, with one hand behind his head. Mine was left in my purse because there wasn’t a single person in the world I wanted to talk to.
I lay there and got comfortable, his bed a million times more comfortable than mine at my hotel.
He set his phone on the nightstand, then came toward me, his big body enveloping mine, pulling me close, my back to his chest, cuddling with me like we’d just finished fucking. His shirt was so big that it slipped off my shoulder without effort, and when the skin was exposed, he dipped his head and kissed it.
Only four more days before I had to get back to reality, and I didn’t want to think about that.
Constantine woke me up in the most tantalizing way, his mouth sealed over my folds, sucking hard before his tongue swirled my clit and jerked me awake with a gasp. He cradled my legs with his arms and devoured me like I’d asked him to do this.
“Oh my god.” My voice came out like a croak, my throat dry and raspy from being dead asleep seconds ago. I was in a beautiful room at a famous hotel with the sexiest man in the world between my legs. It was hard to believe that my whole life had come crashing down just days ago.
He moved up my body underneath the sheets until he was over me, his arms still pinned behind my knees, tilting my hips even farther to get the angle right. He guided himself inside me and sank quickly, my body soaked for him, and he moaned when he made his entrance.
I gripped his massive arms, and then my body started to jerk as he pounded into me hard enough to make the headboard tap against the wall since it wasn’t mounted to it. Dwarfed by his size and completely dominated, I just took the fat dick he gave me. “Oh god . . . yes.”