Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles, #2)

by Cora Reilly

but Kiara was my wife and I wanted to treat her right, treat her like a wife was supposed to be treated.

YUPPPPP PERIOD I LOVE THAT

Fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone as much as I wanted Kiara right at this moment.

I love this

Never before had someone felt as good around my cock.

Period

“I love you,” she whispered, and we both stiffened at the same time. Her breathing hitched against my throat. Love?

OMFG

I loved Nino, even if he could never love me back.

He pulled back slightly, his expression tense with desire. “I want you.”

I lit love this

“I’m worried what people will think of me.” He gripped my waist and pulled me toward him. “They will think that you gave your husband a prize for winning.”

Yup period

Nino squeezed my hand. “Let’s go home. I’m done with this day.” Remo nodded then exchanged another look with Fabiano and Savio. They were as puzzled by Nino’s strange behavior as I was.

He prob has emotions displaying now

“I want you,” he said quietly.

I love this

I didn’t understand any of this, but hearing Nino’s melody merge with mine, creating something inexplicably beautiful … it felt like a gift.

Omgggg

“I hope one day you will find someone you want so much it burns you up inside, and then we’ll talk when she doesn’t return your feelings.”

But when I was around Kiara, logic was difficult to hold on to. Since the night she told me she loved me, something had shifted. It had started as a small crack but had continuously widened, and I had no way of stopping it.

“Maybe I don’t have to simulate,” he said in that smooth voice. “Maybe I love you.”

Omgggg

I stared, not able to comprehend what he was saying, not daring to hope. “The song … that’s what you feel?”

“Before you, there was calm. There was order and logic.” I remembered the beginning of his song, that perfect composition. “And now?” I let out a hoarse exhale. “Now,” he growled and his expression twisted, “now there’s chaos.”

And it lodged itself in my heart again, that stupid hope that perhaps one day Nino could … Nino would love me.

My throat became tight, but I forced the words out that I’d wanted to say for days now. “I love you.” My thrusts faltered when I heard those three words aloud, heard them spill from my lips.

Oh my gosh Nino

I didn’t die fifteen years ago, but I didn’t live either … until you.”