Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles, #2)

by Cora Reilly

“Your nights are safe. You are safe now, Kiara. Even in the dark, there’s nothing you have to fear, no one, because I am there and they will have to go through me. And no one ever has won against me. I am the most dangerous thing in the dark, but you don’t have to fear me.”

“As much attention as you deserve, Kiara. You are too beautiful to lurk in the shadows. And as my wife, you will have to get used to the spotlight.”

“It is. I won’t ever push you past your boundaries, but just because I haven’t claimed your body with my cock yet doesn’t mean I haven’t laid claim on you. You are mine. Mine alone. And for as long as I live, no one will touch you but me.”

How many women have you kissed?” I couldn’t see how that was of any relevance. “One hundred and twelve. I don’t kiss every woman I fuck.” She choked. “You’ve slept with more than one hundred women?” “Yes. I was a late bloomer in comparison to Remo and Savio. Had my first woman at almost fifteen.”

I forgot about this lmao

“I love you. For real. No simulated affection or love ever again, because with you, I don’t need to simulate. You dragged that dead part of me out of the past and revived it. I didn’t die fifteen years ago, but I didn’t live either … until you.”