Chapter 26 Breaking Point II
Constantine's POV
'You don't get to talk about her,' he growls. 'You don't get to question me. You don't get to do anything except obey. Do you understand?'
I can barely breathe but I force the words out. 'Why? Because she's acceptable and I'm not?’ I say shakily. ‘Because she's the kind of woman you can be seen with while I'm just the one you fuck in the dark?'
His grip tightens and black spots dance in my vision. I gasp for breath, my nails digging into his hands.
'You want to know the difference between you and Patricia?' His face is inches from mine. ‘She is classy. My type, my betrothed.But you?' His free hand slides down my body, rough and possessive. ‘You're the one whose body I crave. You're the one who drives me insane. To fuck. To fuck only.’
The admission shocks us both. Something electric runs through my body at the sound of his words. For a moment, something flickers in his eyes. Something raw and unguarded. Then it's gone, replaced by cold fury.
'But that doesn't change what you are,' he continues. 'You're mine to use. Mine to control. And if I want to keep you separate from the rest of my life, that's my choice. Not yours.'
He releases my throat and I gasp for air, shifting and coughing hard.
'Get dressed,' he says, standing up. 'You have twenty minutes before the driver arrives. And Constantine?'
I look up at him, my throat aching, my body trembling, my eyes wet.
'If you ever question me like that again, I'll make last night look like foreplay.'
He walks out, leaving me alone in his bed. I sit there for a long moment, my hand going to my throat where I can still feel the ghost of his grip.
You're the one whose body i crave.
The words echo in my head. He admitted something. Something he didn't mean to. Something that cracks the armor he wears so carefully. I'm not just his whore. I'm his obsession. And that makes me dangerous to him in ways neither of us are ready to admit.
The office is hell. I arrive separately from Wyatt, as ordered. Sit at my desk. Open my computer. Try to pretend everything is normal.
But nothing is normal.
Every movement reminds me of the vibrator inside me. Every time I shift in my chair, I feel a constant presence and a constant reminder. Wyatt arrives fifteen minutes after me, walking past my desk without even a glance. At 10 AM, his office door opens.
'Miss Windsor. My office. Now.'
I stand on shaking legs and walk in. He's standing at his desk, his expression unreadable. 'Close the door,' he says.
I do.
'Come here.'
I walk toward him slowly, my heart pounding. When I'm close enough, he reaches out and pulls me against him. His hand slides up my skirt, finding the vibrator.
'You've been good today,' he murmurs. 'I haven't had to turn it on once.'
'T..t…thank you, sir,' I whisper.
His fingers press against it, making me gasp.
'But you were very bad this morning,' he continues. 'Talking back. Questioning me. Mentioning her name.'
'I'm sorry—'
'No, you're not.' His other hand grips my hair, yanking my head back. 'But you will be.'
He presses the remote. The vibrator comes to life and I cry out, my legs buckling. He holds me up with one arm around my waist.
'This stays on for the rest of the day,' he says against my ear. 'Every meeting and everything you have for today. And you're going to sit at your desk and take it. Do you understand?'
'Please—' I'm already trembling, already climbing toward something I can't control.
'Do you understand?' His voice is steel.
'Y…Yes, sir,' I gasp.
'Good.' He releases me and I stumble, catching myself on his desk. 'Now get back to work.'
I turn toward the door on shaking legs.
'Oh, and Constantine?'
I look back.
His eyes are dark. Hungry. Possessive.
'I have a business dinner tonight. You'll accompany me. As my assistant, of course. We'll be discussing contracts with potential investors.' He pauses. 'Wear something appropriate. I'll have it sent to the penthouse.'
My stomach drops. 'You want me to go with you? In public?'
'I want you where I can see you,' he corrects. 'Where I can control you. Where every man in that room can look at you and know they can't have you.'
'But you said—'
'I changed my mind.' His jaw tightens. The words hang in the air between us. I walk back to my desk in a daze, the vibrator pulsing inside me, my mind reeling. He's taking me to a business dinner. In public.
Where people will see us together.
I sit down at my desk and try to focus on my work, but it's impossible. The vibrations are constant, relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge without ever letting me fall over. By noon, I'm a trembling mess. My skin is flushed, my breathing ragged. Every time someone walks past my desk, I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Zara stops by at 12:30.
'Lunch?' she asks, then takes a closer look at me. 'Jesus, Constantine. Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out.'
'I'm fine,' I manage. 'Just... not feeling well.'
'You need to eat something. Come on, I'll—'
'I can't.' The words come out sharper than I intended. 'I have too much work. Maybe tomorrow.'
She studies me for a long moment, concern written all over her face. But she doesn't push.
'Okay. But seriously, if you need anything—'
'I know. Thank you.'
She leaves and I bury my face in my hands. I can't do this.
I can't sit here all day with this thing inside me, pushing me toward the edge over and over without release. I can't go to a business dinner tonight and pretend to be a professional assistant when all I can think about is the way Wyatt's hands feel on my body. I can't keep living like this.
I CAN'T KEEP LIVING LIKE THIS!