Constantine ground his palm on my clit above my panties. I moaned and wiggled under his touch, whimpering with need.
“You can’t speak, can you?” He chuckled.I tried. I tried desperately to form words, but my jaw was so heavy, I couldn’t move the muscles.“I guess we’ll never know what exactly you wanted.” He lifted his hand.
“You’re gonna have to be a little louder, princess. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”
Using all the strength I could muster, I reached for his hand and tugged him back between my legs.He trailed two fingers up my slit, still not moving my underwear aside. I raised my hips, and finally, he began to tug them down.
“Ah, I see now. You want me to play with your pussy. Are you wet, princess?”
“Mmhmm…”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He pushed my panties to my knees and parted my thighs. He spread my lips and ran a finger up, circling my clit. “I guess you are. I love how wet you get so easily. You held out for so long, and now, you can’t get enough.” Constantine reached down and planted his lips on mine. His tongue parted my lips and snuck inside, twisting around my own.I groaned as his tongue matched what his fingers were doing below.
“You’ve got such a tight pussy. I can’t wait to stretch you and fill you ’til you scream and plead for me to stop.”He slid two fingers inside me and pushed deep. I gasped, and finally, the muscles in my face relaxed. My body exploded against his fingers. He pumped me until I came down and then he removed his fingers and slid them into my mouth.
“Taste how good I make you feel.”Feeling uninhibited, I ran my tongue along his fingers and sucked.“Good girl,” he growled. He fell back onto his pillow and pulled me into him. “Now go to sleep, and in the morning, when you wake up in your own bed, we’ll talk about where your wedding ring went.”
Rule 50 - Eisley
Don’t argue with the killer.
Iawoke in the morning in my own bed. The moment I realized it, I bolted up. I tried to stand but my legs buckled, and I crumpled to the ground. I cried out as pain shot up from my foot up my leg and to my ass. My hurt leg was wrapped with compression tape.I was so confused. Was this a nightmare or not?
Heavy steps came up the stairs and I froze. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the night before. I was upset about Emi and had gone for a drive. I had somehow made it to the cross that marked Constantine’s supposed death, and then I’d walked into the woods.I gasped, as it came then.Ghostface.He’d stalked and kidnapped me and taken me to the Church. But... what then? Why couldn’t I remember anything else?
“Good morning. I heard you wake up.” Constantine came into the room, holding a tray. “You hungry?”
“I’m confused. How did I get here?” I suddenly felt filthy, and I went to itch my dry shoulder and stopped. I’d forgotten about my tattoo. “I need lotion.”
He set the tray on my nightstand and went to the bathroom, returning with a small jar. “Here.” He handed it and then put his hands under my arms and lifted me with ease as if I weighed nothing. He gently placed me back in bed. “You should probably lay off of your leg for a while.”
“It was you then. In the mask, following me through the woods.”
He didn’t agree or disagree.“I don’t understand why you were there in the first place. It’s a crime scene.”
I laughed. “Ha! I could say the same thing about you.”
“I own it.”
I shifted on the bed and winced as pain shot up my leg.
“It still hurts? I wrapped it up.”
“A little,” I lied. It hurt a lot. “Thanks though.”
“Sure, I found the tape in your bathroom cabinet.”
My head shot up, and we shared a look. He’d snooped in my medicine cabinet? I waited for him to ask about the prescription for Lithium, but he didn’t. Instead, he set the tray on my lap.
“It’s not your cooking, but I managed to crack some eggs.” He grinned.
My stomach fluttered at his sexy smile. His black hair fell over his right eye as he waited for me to pick up the fork and take a bite.
“It smells great.” I wasn’t starving, but I cut a piece of the fried egg and took a bite. I made a noise of surprise. It was good.“So, I have some questions,” I said as I reached for the toast.
He snickered. “All right, I may choose to answer some.”
“You own the Church?”
