of her, the shank of his cock contorting to
stroke her before the brunt of his balls rubbed over her clit in friction.
Helena felt the heat start in her clit then spread out, washing over
her in a sweat drenching wave that whited out her mind and tuned her
in to her blood. Redness blotted out her sight and her body shook as
she slipped over into screaming ecstasy that rattled her bones and
nearly cracked her jaw and she clenched between yells, holding onto
his cock with tightened muscles until he started to ejaculate in her.
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Bouncing her hips into him until she wasn't sure whose skin was
whose; she pounded the back of his head.
Constantine inhaled her screams and echoed them back at her as he
fought her back into the pillow, sending her cresting over a second
wave of orgasms as he came inside her.
She clutched his chest by the pecks and twisted her neck to the said
as he pumped himself dry. "Bite me."
Constantine opened his mouth and bit into her neck. The strength
of his orgasm exploded in her, sending her out of her body and into
his where they shared his last shudder together and fell onto her, his
knowledge of what was about to happen when they returned to Rome
now moving through her mind and becoming her own.
Years of mergers, acquisitions, plans, and manipulations
culminated with his semen bursting into her. Together, Rome
wouldn't know what had hit them, she felt the peons gathering before
her already, giving allegiance to them as one, not a couple, but one
towering entity. Different smiles vied for her lips, and she grabbed
his neck, sinking her nails in to keep him locked onto her for as long
as possible.
52
A SECRET TO KEEP
53
CHAPTER ONE
Clarity came from topaz points of light. Grey fog layered over
obsidian night and turned rosy where fog met lights, separating water
from sky. A piece of the black stood out as darker than the rest and
shifted, moving in the brush that crept up on the boardwalk and grew
through piercings in the wood.
If movement caused sound, the creaking of piers on the shore
erased proof of living restlessness. Sprinkled in the sighs of wood and
water, a lone seagull made a plea for survival, an incantation for fish
to float up into the murky waves and follow the pathway down its
throat.
Out in the harbor, humans and wares ferried along demarcated
lines, keeping bow lights on full blast to light up the city skyline and
proclaim existence from wet dark that enshrouded everything it
touched. The city's lights held on tenaciously to the distant shore,
never invading the lapping waters tossing sand into dunes beneath the
elevated path.
Gillian tightened the collar of her jacket. The early winter air was
too heavy to be cold, but she snapped the collar shut anyway and
wished she had a scarf to wind around her face so only her eyes were
exposed.
She squeezed her thumbs tight in her fists and willed her head to
point straight forward, eyes locked on where the boardwalk ended and
the pavement started that would lead her to the warehouse and office.
Every time she glanced towards the water, night peeled back and shed
layers, growing bigger, black-flaked ashes falling into her eyes and
making her see things only little girls with hair bows feared.
Her jacket vibrated, making her find a way to walk with no feet on
the ground. She winced as she came down, angering her ankle by
keeping her body upright on only the outside rim of her sneakers. On
the second jolt from her pocket, she remembered her cell phone was
set to vibrate.
Gillian let the phone flounder. The smell of fish was strong enough
she was sure the phone wasn't the only thing flopping around and
54
waiting to die. Getting to the phone meant releasing the choke hold
on her thumbs and delaying getting to the door of the warehouse.
Once inside, she could barricade herself behind the door and refuse to
come out until morning or if a helicopter landed on the roof and
offered to
stroke her before the brunt of his balls rubbed over her clit in friction.
Helena felt the heat start in her clit then spread out, washing over
her in a sweat drenching wave that whited out her mind and tuned her
in to her blood. Redness blotted out her sight and her body shook as
she slipped over into screaming ecstasy that rattled her bones and
nearly cracked her jaw and she clenched between yells, holding onto
his cock with tightened muscles until he started to ejaculate in her.
51
Bouncing her hips into him until she wasn't sure whose skin was
whose; she pounded the back of his head.
Constantine inhaled her screams and echoed them back at her as he
fought her back into the pillow, sending her cresting over a second
wave of orgasms as he came inside her.
She clutched his chest by the pecks and twisted her neck to the said
as he pumped himself dry. "Bite me."
Constantine opened his mouth and bit into her neck. The strength
of his orgasm exploded in her, sending her out of her body and into
his where they shared his last shudder together and fell onto her, his
knowledge of what was about to happen when they returned to Rome
now moving through her mind and becoming her own.
Years of mergers, acquisitions, plans, and manipulations
culminated with his semen bursting into her. Together, Rome
wouldn't know what had hit them, she felt the peons gathering before
her already, giving allegiance to them as one, not a couple, but one
towering entity. Different smiles vied for her lips, and she grabbed
his neck, sinking her nails in to keep him locked onto her for as long
as possible.
52
A SECRET TO KEEP
53
CHAPTER ONE
Clarity came from topaz points of light. Grey fog layered over
obsidian night and turned rosy where fog met lights, separating water
from sky. A piece of the black stood out as darker than the rest and
shifted, moving in the brush that crept up on the boardwalk and grew
through piercings in the wood.
If movement caused sound, the creaking of piers on the shore
erased proof of living restlessness. Sprinkled in the sighs of wood and
water, a lone seagull made a plea for survival, an incantation for fish
to float up into the murky waves and follow the pathway down its
throat.
Out in the harbor, humans and wares ferried along demarcated
lines, keeping bow lights on full blast to light up the city skyline and
proclaim existence from wet dark that enshrouded everything it
touched. The city's lights held on tenaciously to the distant shore,
never invading the lapping waters tossing sand into dunes beneath the
elevated path.
Gillian tightened the collar of her jacket. The early winter air was
too heavy to be cold, but she snapped the collar shut anyway and
wished she had a scarf to wind around her face so only her eyes were
exposed.
She squeezed her thumbs tight in her fists and willed her head to
point straight forward, eyes locked on where the boardwalk ended and
the pavement started that would lead her to the warehouse and office.
Every time she glanced towards the water, night peeled back and shed
layers, growing bigger, black-flaked ashes falling into her eyes and
making her see things only little girls with hair bows feared.
Her jacket vibrated, making her find a way to walk with no feet on
the ground. She winced as she came down, angering her ankle by
keeping her body upright on only the outside rim of her sneakers. On
the second jolt from her pocket, she remembered her cell phone was
set to vibrate.
Gillian let the phone flounder. The smell of fish was strong enough
she was sure the phone wasn't the only thing flopping around and
54
waiting to die. Getting to the phone meant releasing the choke hold
on her thumbs and delaying getting to the door of the warehouse.
Once inside, she could barricade herself behind the door and refuse to
come out until morning or if a helicopter landed on the roof and
offered to
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